Fated to be yours

Epilogue 1 - Part 2

Dinner is quiet uneventful.

They both are so hungry, they decide to concentrate on the food first. It's only after the second serving that they start talking, filling each other with recaps of the past twenty-five days - the ones they missed during their phone calls - various conversations flowing between them easily.

".....So I told him to give me a few minutes to check..."

".........I swear I work with a bunch of idiots!...."

"..... It was amazing, you should have seen...."

"...almost sued his ass...."

".....when I told her I was there to represent C&K, she asked me if I had seen Mew Suppasit in person. I said yes and showed her my ring."

"........I mean, what kind of an idiot CFO makes such a mistake?"

".....Joy called, the new Macbook you ordered for him arrived. He was bawling his eyes out in happiness and promised to work harder at uni."

".....checked up on your Dad, he is doing good."

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Gulf leans against the couch, groaning, "I think I ate too much."

Mew chuckles, "Told you going for the third slice was a bad idea."

"But it was soooo good."

Amused, Mew shakes his head and shifts on the couch so that his back is against the armrest and legs up on the seat. "Come here" he calls the big baby.

His baby looks at him for a moment then grins, crawling between his thighs to settle against him, his back to Mew's chest.

"Good boy" Mew nuzzles against his neck, bringing his arms around him to caress his full belly. "Nice shirt by the way."

Gulf tilts his head to look at him in confusion, "I am not wearing one."

"Exactly" he smirks.

A moment of silence then, "So lame" his husband laughs.

"You love every bit of it" he presses a kiss on his ear.

"I do" Gulf agrees, melting against him some more, and Mew's eyes fall on the hickey he had left just below the boy's sun tattoo. His hand immediately follows the path of his gaze, caressing the red mark. He knows Gulf will call him a caveman or a butthead if he said this aloud, but he really likes seeing his marks on boy's honey skin, left in the wake of their passion. And he knows it's not just him, Gulf likes them too, the fact given away with how easily he lets him leave them on his being.

And of course, now that he has his hands on his naked skin, they can't help but wander around.

Well, they try to.

"Hey! No. Bad touch!"

Gulf swats his hand away as he tries to slip it inside the boy's shorts.

Mew snorts. This boy, really! "You didn't say that when we were in bed. In fact, if I remember correctly, which I do, it was something along the lines of "Do whatever you-"

"Lalala....lalalalala..." plugging his ears with his fingers, Gulf interrupts with a loud made up song "~can't hear you over the volume of my awesome singiiiing~."

"Very mature."

The song stops. "That I am. Thank you."

Mew shakes his head in fondness, squeezing his adorable husband closer as he picks up their conversation from were they left it during dinner.