The So-called Boyfie | MewGulf ✔

Epilogue 💖‼

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"I don't want to..." Mew's finger drew a line from the top of the crease where Gulf's thigh met his hip, all the way down to the middle of his groin. Gulf's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he struggled to remember what he was talking about.

Mew took his hands out of Gulf's clothing so that he could pick the other man up, kissing him again. He nuzzled Gulf's neck, lipping the skin there so that he could take little tastes of Gulf into his mouth. He took him across the Great Room into the Master Bedroom, where he spread Gulf out on their king-sized bed.

Gulf smiled down at Mew crawling down his body, using his mouth to take off Gulf's clothing. "Damn, I love you," he said, gasping for breath when Mew's tongue traced funny patterns on his stomach.

Mew might have said something that was in English, but Gulf could not make out any familiar words. It did not help that he could not remove his mouth from Gulf's body, and Gulf wasn't complaining. He enjoyed the way Mew's voice rumbled along his body, enjoyed the way his cock was straining to slide between Mew's lips.

Mew was being a rat bastard about it though. Gulf tried not to laugh. He bit the tops of Gulf's thighs, licked all the lines of his body, slid his tongue up the side of his sack, and basically did everything but wrap his lips around his silky cock. Gulf was a writhing mess of need and then Mew took one long wet lick up the center of his erection.

He almost came from that move alone, and he had to bury his hands in Mew's hair to hold him still for a second as he got control. "God baby," he begged, "you're gonna drive me up a wall..."

Mew smiled up at him, the deep dimple in the side of his face compelling Gulf to draw a line down it with his finger, and then he looked down and slid his lips over Gulf's cock, cupping Gulf's balls in the palm of one hand while gripping the base of his dick in the other.

Gulf moaned then, loudly and with no control over himself whatsoever. He felt Mew's fingers nudging at his entrance, and somehow, they had been coated in lubricant while Gulf hadn't been paying attention. He must have been distracted with something else.

That something else was currently coating Gulf's cock in saliva, a wet sucking wonderland that caused Gulf's back to arch involuntarily so he could cram more of his dick into Mew's beautiful mouth. He was past the point of being concerned about choking him, needing to feel more of his mouth and wetter and tighter around him because he was so close.

He could feel his body opening slowly for Mew's fingers, blossoming like a slow flower, and he pushed against the intrusion to let Mew's fingers sink deeper. He wanted to ride his lover, and his body was taking its damn sweet time about it and driving Gulf crazier than Mew's mouth. Mew's long slender fingers pumped slow strokes into Gulf's hole, and then he found his spot.

Gulf was making a high keening sound, begging, and encouraging and pleading for his sanity. White sparks flew in front of his eyes but all he could hear was Mew's breathing and all he could concentrate on was Mew's scent as his body jerked its way towards completion. He had no control over his hips, jerking and shoving into and around and under Mew.

Finally, he felt Mew pushing his way into Gulf's body. It was like Mew's dick was created to hit Gulf's prostate, and it did every single time Mew surged into his body. Gulf wrapped his ankles around Mew's neck, loving how deep it made Mew go, loving the face that Mew made every time he did it.

Mew made a kind of high-pitched whimper, helpless against the power of Gulf's body clenching around his. He felt himself breaking inside of Gulf, felt his heart-melting out of his chest and tears forming in his eyes as he got closer and closer.