The Classy Boss

Twenty Three♡

Saint silently follows Mew who is currently heading to his room. Their shoes clicking on the stairs with each steps taken.

Saint could sense that his bossy lover is cooking up something in his mind. Troublesome. Yet he chose to wait for the surprise aka shock! He trailed Mew without a word and by the time he was done wondering all the possiblities, they were already standing in front of the door. Saint was about to step inside the room after Mew but he couldn't as Mew pulled him in a hitch right after stepping inside himself.

Saint could hear a loud thud behing him. Mew locked Saint against the door which was banged closed by him just now. Saint opened his mouth to say something but Mew cut him off.

"You can't escape today, Bunny!"

Saint's eyes went wide for a moment before returning to his stable self. Mew is currently locking him against the door by placing his both elbows on each side of Saint. Their faces are dangerously close. Mew's hitched breath is brushing Saint's skin like a feather. The tension between them is slowly building up. Mew gazes longingly at Saint's plushy lips, which is obviously his. And then back to his eyes. Saint stares back for the longest time. They remain in that position for a long time until Saint finally tries to get out of the loop. He clears his throat before uttering,

"How long are you goint to stand like this? Aren't your hands hurting?"

He gives a questioning look to Mew. Mew leans closer and replies seductively,

"As long as I can. As for my hands, I've been chanting the same thing. It doesn't hurt. So submit yourself!"

Mew throws a mischieveous smirk at the end of the sentence. It makes Saint sigh deeply as the man won't budge. How stubborn of a lover he has got! He was cursing under his breath for promising the man to show up at his place. Thanks to him for the current situation of him being locked against the injured sulky man's bedroom door. So much for showing sympathy!! He thought.

Mew snapped him out of his trance by lifting his face, pushing his chin towards him. Saint looks right into Mew's eyes and his expression softens. Love. He can see so much love filled in Mew's eyes for himself. He feels overwhelmed. Everytime. He can do anything for this man. He chuckles softly making Mew amused. He returns his gaze on the man standing in front of him.

"So..Mr. Boss." Saint pauses and then continues,

"I've given in long ago. But the thing is I'm just worried about my lover's wounded hands. They are pretty injured and haven't healed yet. So do me this favour for once. Have patience until they heal completely. I swear I won't stop you from anything. Hmm?!"
Saint raises his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

Mew pouts in dismay. But he eventually agrees with a nod because he thinks that stubborn guy is not letting him get more hurt than he already is at the moment. He purses his lips together and connects his forehead with Saint's. Closing their eyes, they simply smile at each other. Their scents calm each other down. It tends to have a soothing effect on both of them.

Mew moves a bit further from Saint's face to see him. To look into his eyes. Saint looks back. Their love is overflowing for everything and they desperately want to show it. Their bodies heat up by the moment and soon their lips connect in a kiss full of love. They move rhythmically as if they were dancing. Their bodies, hands, and lips keep moving in their own way. It started from a peck to a steamy, messy make out session. The two of them were left breathless shortly.

They disconnect for a few seconds, and Mew takes the moment to drag Saint towards the bed and pushes him on it. Soon he hovers over him and starts leaving open mouthed kisses all over his precious lover. Several hickies around his neck and then back to devouring his lips. It continues for a good while until the two of them run out of breath. Completely.