I Want You To Be My Last

Part 40.2 - Perfect

The trip to the room was an even blurrier affair, and that's partly because P'Mew refused to let him go. Getting past the door had been tricky too, and he'd giggled almost nonstop when P'Mew had to key in the code thrice before he got it right.

Once they were inside though, all pretenses were dropped. Once again, P'Mew crowded him to the door of the barely lit apartment, hands catching his face and kissing him hard. There was nothing gentlemanly in the way he was being humped either, and Gulf welcomed the assault with so little finesse by parting his legs wider to accommodate P'Mew's movements.

"Fuck, I need to make you come. Baby, I need to see it. I need to make you feel good and watch it upclose when it happens." P'Mew growled into his neck, tonguing the spot with urgency as his hands alternated between palming his hips and dragging the dress out of the way. He could only moan his consent, lost in need and the pleasure building, barely noticing anything else that was happening that wasn't P'Mew's hand touching his dick through his boxers.

"Phi, please, please I - I want you. Please?" he clawed at P'Mew's shoulders, pleading, hips jerking, seeking the friction he needed. P'Mew clamped a hand to his hips to stop him moving, a wordless command he had to obey. Teeth dragged from his collarbones down to the front opening of the dress, scratching lightly on their wake just as P'Mew's fingers hastily pulled his boxers all the way down his feet before taking those sinful fingers back up to cup his nape.

Before he realized it, P'Mew was fixing his wig in place, just before he decided to yank it away.

"So pretty. My baby is so pretty like this. I want to fuck you wearing everything, can I, please?" and god, how could he even refuse him?

"This one of your kinks, then? To put me in a dress and fuck me thinking I'm a woman?" he mused, breathless and curious.

"No woman can ever compare to you, Gulf, so no. But I may have imagined this so many times I've already lost count, you wearing a dress that compliments your curves while I sit in front of you and just ogle you up-close. And you're prettier than any woman I've ever come across with, baby, and in that dress you're stunning. So no, I won't be thinking of a woman while I'm fucking you wearing that dress. I'll be thinking of you and only you, my pretty baby in the dress I bought for him and it's going to be so fucking hot."

God, that filthy mouth was going to be the death of him. "Phi, stop. Just, can you do something please? I want you."

P'Mew grinned, leaned over and kissed his neck hungrily.

"Shhh, I'll have a little taste and then I'm going to watch you come, okay baby?" it wasn't a question, yet he was nodding his head and whimpering softly in answer.

"There's my baby boy. Hands here, here, baby, right here. And hold on to me." his hands were guided on top of P'Mew's head, his fingers threading through the strands, tight, just as the older man folded his legs before him, kneeled in front of him, in between his legs. Then, his hand took him, fingers wrapping around the base, breathing warm air over the head like a tease before P'Mew's mouth settled around the head of him, tonguing the slicked head first before sucking hard.

Toes curling, he keened, his fingers on P'Mew's hair tightening, and fuck, he was gonna come before they even properly started. He was breathing so hard and moaning P'Mew's name, hips jerking shallowly to feel more of that warmth that settled around his dick when P'Mew swallowed him down and hummed around him.

But then P'Mew pulled away, wet mouth popping his equally wet dick out and he was torn between throwing a fit and coming right then and there at the sight. P'Mew licked around his mouth for show, his pink tongue peeking out to trace around his swollen lips just as he slowly rose from his knees and up to pull Gulf once again for a bruising kiss.