Debauve

6: Sober

[AN: Bit of smut.]

6: Sober

Both of their suits were thrown on the floor. Mew had succeeded in removing all of Gulf's clothing. The only thing covering his body were Gulf's limbs. His lips kissed every part he could but he kept on coming back as if entranced, on Gulf's neck and shoulders.

Gulf's chest heaved as Mew started attacking it with bites and more kisses. Soon, it was not only Gulf's neck that was red, but the whole of his upper body. He latched his mouth on Gulf's cherries, playing with it and it elicited moans from the guy beneath him.

He proceeded with the lower part. Gulf gasped as Mew caressed his inner thighs until Mew's warm hands were surrounding his jewel. Unconsciously, he spread his legs for Mew's better access, his hand gripping Mew's hair.

"Aah-haaah." Mew had started pleasuring Gulf with his mouth that he can't stop moaning. From tip to end and back again, he didn't stop sucking his host, savoring the long rod that had hardened since their clothes had disappeared. Both were so lost in their lust, heavily breathing, limbs entangled on each other, moaning.

"No... don't."

Mew turned Gulf over giving him the view of the very hole he had rammed into a week ago. He didn't waste any time and inserted his lubed fingers in, trying to loosen it for his entrance. He can't resist biting those plump butt cheeks either, and placed his mark here, adding to the growing bite marks on Gulf's whole body.

Gulf was face down on the bed, gripping the sheets as Mew continued to loosen him. He felt both fear and excitement on what will happen next. His ass still can't forget the pain of his first time, but he was also looking forward to doing it properly with this guy.

And he can't explain why he was giving himself to a complete stranger. He was attracted to him like a moth to a flame.

Mew licked his spine and gave butterfly kisses on his back while the hands were playing with his nipples. Gulf could now feel Mew's erection rubbing up and down on his crevice and he shook from the anticipation.

"Phuu." Mew blew on his ear and licked the back of it which resulted to Gulf grinding his ass on Mew's member.

"Remember this. We are both sober." Mew whispered. He pressed Gulf's back to him and entered.

"Shit. Aaaah." Despite the lube and all of Mew's preparations, he still felt pain. Mew was huge and it was like inserting a sharp rock inside him. 

"No, get it out."

"You asked for this. I won't stop." Mew replied, inserting himself slowly deeper. The tightness of it felt good around him and he groaned in pleasure at being inside him once again.

Gulf was highly uncomfortable but Mew was having none of it. He started moving. Slow and then finding the right pacing, he quickened. Both were heavily panting, sharp breaths filled the room, the sound of flesh on flesh slapping reverberated.

"Fuck. Aaaah." Gulf could only groan. The pain was replaced by pleasure, and though embarrassed at the position he's in, he was feeling so good. Mew turned them over again so that he was leaning on the headboard while Gulf was sitting on him. He likes this view better. He pushed deeper, pounding continuously, holding Gulf's thin waist.

He watched as Gulf rode him. His fake host had his eyes closed biting his lower lip, so drunk in satisfaction and it was the best view Mew had seen. The way sweat runs down on Gulf's red chest, the way he bounces on top of him. He held Gulf's member and pumped it. Their moans chorused, their hands clasped, reaching the climax together.