One Fateful Night (ON GOING)

Chapter 42 🔞

SMUT WARNING: This chapter is explicit, which may be uncomfortable to some readers. Please skip. Moreover, this is my first time writing this kind of material. I tried my best and studied, but I am not sure how this should make my readers feel. Bear with me. Thank you!

I still can't believe I wrote this in 6 pages; however, for the brave souls, come with me...

Mew gently deposits the younger on the bed as he quickly moves to hover on him, caging him...putting his leg on the sides of Gulf's legs.

Mew doesn't know what kind of sorcery has put him in this situation, not that he is complaining. He is always ready to provide the needs of his Gulf, the mother of his child, but he sure didn't expect to cancel their little picnic and to be stuck in their bedroom with his wife under him, not that he's complaining again, because Gulf looks too damn beautiful against the sheets...his hair clattered in all directions, his eyes teary and a little swollen, pink nose and cheeks...and dear god, those plump lips...he suddenly feels like a parched man staring at the view under him like an oasis.

"Are you sure about this, baby?"

Gulf nods shyly, pink adorning his cheeks, eyes boring into the man above him.

"But is this s-safe, Phi? Like...you know..." Gulf trails off, looking sideways as he is getting so embarrassed by this entire thing, he feels like he is about to combust. He never thought something like this would happen again.

Mew can only smile as his chest swells with fondness watching the man underneath him. "I guess my attentive listening to your OB will pay off at this point."

"O-Okay..." Gulf can only utter in a small voice. He feels like he can't speak anymore and he trusts Mew.

"Look at me," Mew commands softly.

Gulf slowly turns to look at the man above him.

"I won't have sex with you," Mew says as he proceeds to kiss Gulf's forehead. "I will make love to you."

"You are so beautiful..." Mew proceeds to kiss Gulf's soft and pink cheeks... "I can't believe I got to meet you..." to Gulf's nose... "...know you..." and finally pecks Gulf's lips. "I'm all yours, baby."

If Gulf has not been blushing since like an hour ago, then now he feels like burning from all the sensations he is feeling. It's too much and it overwhelms him...because this man, above him, adores him a little too much and he doesn't even know if he deserves it.

Now, Gulf can finally understand why he can't stand Mew's gazes lately. The way stares at him...he feels burned from it...because those eyes look at him like he is the world and he doesn't know if it's right to feel euphoric about it...but he does. God, he does.

"Kiss me..." Gulf rasps, almost breathless, anticipation is like a wave crashing through him. "...for real."

And Gulf has seen it. The way Mew's pupils dilate on him and the way Mew's eyes trail to his lips...that he has to bite his lip because it is too hot. Mew looks hot.

Then it happened, finally...soft and warm lips descended on him...and he felt like his universe exploding altogether as he closed his eyes allowing the feeling to take him higher. The assault on his lips is slow and soft and sweet and wonderful that he shamelessly moans from the contact alone.