Explosion of Colors

Ruby

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Mew's eyes flutter open as he feels a gentle grip on his jaw, accompanied by a soft touch of a thumb against his chin. Warm lips press against his, carrying a hint of refreshing minty breath.

"Good morning," he murmurs, his words interrupted as Gulf slips his tongue into his mouth.

As Gulf's lips leave his, trailing down his throat, Mew's mind starts to drift off again. He's not sure what time it is, but it must be early considering how late they stayed up last night. Two weeks of spending nearly every waking moment in bed together has made them intimately familiar with each other's bodies. Last night, Gulf took his time, giving Mew exactly what he craves - lying on his stomach with Gulf's weight pressing down on him, their connection deep and intense. Gulf's teeth nibbled at his neck, while his fingers tugged at Mew's hair, guiding his mouth to where he wanted it.

But Mew doesn't mind drifting in and out of sleep, as Gulf continues to explore his skin. A lazy smile graces his face as he reaches out to touch whatever part of Gulf he can without opening his eyes.

Two weeks of mind-blowing sex and earth-shattering orgasms. Two weeks of Gulf pouncing on him within minutes of entering their apartments. There's nothing quite like the feeling of Gulf's intense desire and longing, reflecting back at him with such intensity and sincerity.

Gulf wakes up with a mischievous glint in his eyes, ready to start the day off with a bang. He playfully nips at Mew's nipple, causing him to jolt awake, a mix of desire and sleepiness clouding his mind.

As Gulf's hips move against him, Mew can't help but feel a delicious soreness, a reminder of their passionate night together. But it's a good kind of soreness, one that only fuels their desire for each other. Gulf's cock brushes against Mew's thigh, growing harder with each tantalizing touch.

Mew knows all too well how much Gulf adores his thighs. It's a weakness that drives him wild, especially when Gulf is pleasuring him. Sometimes, Mew can't help but lose himself in the pleasure, forgetting about everything else. He may grumble about it, thinking his own pleasure should take precedence, but in the end, the mind-blowing orgasms they share make it all worth it.

Gulf's hips move once more, pressing suggestively against Mew. "If you're up for it, you can take me," he offers.

Gulf chuckles, then pulls Mew in for a passionate kiss, erasing any remnants of drowsiness.

Gulf's touch ignites a fire within Mew.

"I have a few more ideas in mind," Gulf whispers huskily, nibbling on Mew's earlobe.

Mew refrains from saying "Anything you desire," recalling the last time Gulf had playfully rejected the phrase with a mix of defiance and allure.

Gulf had allowed himself to be persuaded out of his pretended passivity fairly quickly, but Mew had taken note. Not that he was ever passive, but still.

The words do cross his mind, though. They are, after all, accurate.

"Are you dozing off on me?" Gulf inquires, running one hand up Mew's thigh and lightly scratching with dull nails.

"Not at all." Mew adjusts their hips accordingly and pushes up to grind against Gulf's in a way that makes him inhale sharply through his nose as his eyes close in that endearing manner of his. "I'm beneath you," he points out with a raised eyebrow.

"You're such a smart mouth," Gulf scolds. Mew slides his hand up the back of his neck and into his hair. It may not be as smooth and silky in the mornings, all tangled and slept on, but it is still just as beautiful.