LIMELIGHT

02.

"Tyler..." Mew mumbled from behind with his arms wrapped around Tul's waist and his chin resting on the latter's shoulder.

Tul can't help but to blush with how clingy his lover is. Mew even pulled him towards the sofa just to do it. Tul, on the other hand, took his laptop along with him, placing it on top of his lap.

No flirting can take his attention away from his thesis. Or so he thought.

"Tyler..." Mew mumbled once more, this time he slightly bit the man's earlobe. Tul squirmed in surprise which made Mew laugh wholeheartedly.

It's Mew's second day in his apartment and he can't lie how much the man's presence made his whole body at ease.

Mew paused for a second as he realized something, "if you are Tyler, then who am I?" He asked himself.

Tul turned his face, poking his lover's cheek with the tip of his nose, "Hmm." He mumbled, looking up at the ceiling, thinking of an english name that would suit his lover.

Mew's finger gently caressed Tul's stomach, slowly finding it's way up to those pecks.

"Stop. I'm thinking." Tul mumbled as he closed his eyes, getting swayed by Mew's advancement.

"A-huh. You're thinking. Yes. I can see it." Mew answered chuckling in between his words.

"What about..." Tul paused and gasped as Mew's hand went to his lower abdomen, teasing the garter of his boxer. If it has a life on it's own, it probably already fell down on its own. Mew's veiny hand is already enough to make someone head over heels.

"Mn. What?"

Tul turned his face back to the screen of his laptop. Guess, his thesis can wait. There's something more important he needs to do. He quickly removed it from his lap and placed it down the small table in front of them.

"You're testing me, Mr. Jongcheevevat." Tul said seductively as he turned his body and pushed Mew down the couch. Mew laughed as Tul went on top of him.

"Ack. Tyler is now turning into a tiger." The latter joked.

Tul bit his lower lip seductively, purposely playing with Mew, the same way he did before. And just like before, Mew's warm laughter melted him.

"Funny." Mew commented.

"Just funny?" Tul asked, bewildered.

"Mn." Mew tried to suppress his laughter but his eyes cannot hide the sparks in it.

Tul brushed his buttocks on top of Mew continously, making the latter feel his hardness. The atmosphere around them turned serious as the air turned hotter.

"Just funny?" Tul repeated confidently. The smirk on his face says it all.

A couple of seconds passed and Mew was already enchanted to even answer his love. He tilted his head up to Tul's face before looking down on that hard-on brushing on him. The man on top gave out a low moan.

"Teerak." Mew breathy replied, almost sounding like a moan. Tul's heart skipped a beat as his lower half suddenly felt weak, his body twitching uncontrollably, giving out audible moans. After a couple of second, he fell down on top of Mew, panting for air.

Mew hand travelled on his lover's bared back, sculpting every details of it with his slender fingers, "Did my teerak just came on his own?" He asked.

Tul hid his face on his lover's neck in embarrassment. He haven't touched himself for almost a month due to all his pending deadlines that he felt so sensitive and bursted so easily.

Mew's hand went on Tul's peaches, giving it a couple of squeeze. Tul gasped.

"My teerak is so cute but how about me?" Mew teased as be rubbed his hardness on Tul's.

Tul quickly claimed Mew's lips, Kissing him eagerly. Tasting every corner of his lips. He would be lying if he says that he did not miss him, his taste, the feeling of him inside his body, them being connected.

With two large men playing on the sofa, Mew realized that he should have just pulled Tul inside the bedroom. But it's too late for that. He wants him now.

He bit Tul's lower lip, nibbling it like a candy, asking for entrance. As the latter gasped, he slipped his tongue inside. He was deprived from Tul's sweet taste for more than a couple of months that he can't help but to dote on those plump lips and play with that tongue.

Mew's hands that is resting on each side of Tul's lower cheek, moved, pulling the boxer down and revealing the soft flesh inside. He traced it with his fingers up and down, giving little tickles on it. Tul moaned in response.

Mew moved his face away, ending their hot and steamy lip locking abruptly, "Lube?" He asked.

The anticipation inside Tul almost sent his whole body haywire. "This is insane." He mumbled before taking Mew's right hand and licking it like a hungry cat.

He sucked it like a candy, coating it with his saliva. Mew looked at Tul's blushing face, he just can't get enough with how lovely the man on top of him is.

*Blop.* The sound of Tul's mouth as he popped out Mew's fingers echoed. The man's saliva dripping down from his lips to Mew's fingers looked so sexy.

"Wet enough." Mew commented with a smile, proud of Tul's work of art.

Mew's hand travelled back to where it should be. Teasing the hole from the outside. Tul gave a low grunt, "Oh, come on." Mew answered it with a soft laughter.

His first finger slipped in easily. After a couple of seconds teasing the flesh inside, it was followed by another finger.

Tul arched his back as he nuzzled his face on the side of Mew's neck, panting with every thrust of the man's finger.

Before Tul realized it, three fingers are already inside him. Touching every sensitive part of him. The longer it took, the more impatient and hungry he felt, "Put it in." He mumbled.

"Mn." Mew answered, pulling his own boxers down and revealing the large snake that is hiding inside.

Tul missed it, he can't lie. He took it in his hands and gently brushed it's wet tip on the gateway of his gaping hole. Mew answered him with a moan.

How many times did they do it? He can no longer count. He's so busy with the ecstacy that his mind shut down. Tul sat on one of the seats on the dining table with his laptop in front of him. He stared at it. He stared at it. He just stared at it. He brushed his hand over his still messy hair.

"Teerak." As he heard that voice of the man laying comfortably on his sofa, he felt the urge to pout. He's so tired and that is because of that man.

"Teerak." Mew called him once again. This time he turned his head to look and saw the phone camera pointing at him.

"You can do it, baby." Mew cheered from behind, as he saw the man's lovely grin, his lips quirked up. He felt relaxed.

Mew really knows him well.