Target

Chapter 11

Gulf had rolled their bodies so he was now trapping Mew between his body and the cool wall behind. He was chewing, eating Mew's lips until they were swollen and glossy.

On the other hand, Mew was letting the other guy eating him hungrily and passionately. He would comply with whatever Gulf offered him. If the other guy wanted to dominate him like this, Mew would let him be.

However, his selflessness had rendered his friend to put on a deep frown on his face. Mew flung his eyes after he missed the taste of Gulf's lips on his. He met with Gulf's eyes that had been staring at him. Mew couldn't read what's on the other guy's mind that he had to ask, "What's wrong?"

Gulf licked his wet lips that were caused by the mixture of Mew's and his own saliva. That hot gesture had made Mew traveled his eyes down to Gulf's plump lips. He wanted to attack them so badly.

"You don't enjoy it." Gulf mumbled and he sounded sullen. Mew could see his cheeks were slightly puffed and his lower lip had turned pouty. Gulf was sulking and had made Mew weak with such sight. The pale guy felt his stomach was twisting inside and his member seemed to react as well.

"What do you mean I don't enjoy it?" It was entirely wrong because Mew was like a dying fish right now, he gasping for air due to the rough kisses they were sharing and those kisses were sending him weak on his knees. Which part of him had made Gulf think that way?

Gulf lowered his gaze nipping his own lips nervously, and made Mew envied his teeth. He had been longing for sucking those plump lips and made their owner addicted to his.

The tanned guy restlessly muttered without looking back to Mew's dark eyes, "It's like I am the only one who wants this to happen... y-you know like... you don't k-kiss me back and seems like I—,"

Gulf's eyes enlarged as he got his lips eaten by Mew. Unlike the Mew he kissed earlier, it was like another Mew who nibbled his lips. And once Gulf was trying to talk to him like a civilized one, his mouth got invaded by Mew's tongue whose now tasting any part of him inside the cavity.

Mew lifted up Gulf's body weight, rendering the other guy to wrap his arms around his shoulders and legs around his hips. Gulf was hanging for his dear life. His best friend had brought both of them to crash their body weight onto the mattress.

Mew's eyes were staring down at Gulf's bambi eyes intensely. It was not the gentle Mew he knew, since those eyes were flickering with lust over Gulf that Mew had been keeping for these past years inside him.

And Gulf had shattered all his self control with his cute invitation. Mew could not take it any longer.

"...Mew.." Gulf softly called the other guy and made him twitched behind his jeans. The tanned guy was locking their eyes with dreamy gaze, as if he wanted to be eaten too.

Mew seemed arranging his short breaths, trying hard not to hurt the man under him. His chiseled chest expanded, and Gulf subconsciously traveled down his palms to feel how Mew's chest felt like.

It was sturdy and so much of Gulf's liking, however, the thin cloth was in the way, so the tanned guy pulled up Mew's t-shirt and slipped his clammy palms under it.

Both of them sucked a breath harder and their lower part of had bulged up, they looked painful.

Gulf could not hold it anymore, his lust had been pulsing under his skin, making him tingled every time his skin touched Mew's. His hands had made their way to unhook Mew's jeans, however, the guy above him had stopped his move before he did so.

Gulf's brows twitched as they united, "Wait..." Mew lowly whispered, clearly had a difficulty in breathing. "Are you sure of... of doing this...?" The last thing Mew wanted was to hurt the person beneath him right now. He cherished this guy more than anything else, and the possibility of him hurting Gulf had made him stop.