[AN: Yaaaay. Double update. I can't update as often now since I am also doing real life stressful stuff. I hope you understand. Thanks again for waiting.]
12: Favorite Hobby
Their bathrobes were removed from their bodies faster than when they had to put it on. Mew had totally lost control upon hearing the words he longed to hear.
"I like you, Mew."
It was like a flickering light whose switch was finally turned on. There's no going back in the dark. Gulf is the real deal.
"I miss you so much." Mew can't stop peppering Gulf's face with hungry pecks. His legs were opened wide so that Gulf can sit in between them. He caressed those long legs, rubbing the knees, while he was busy leaving a trail of kisses on Gulf's tilted neck.
Gulf's mouth was parted and his eyes were closed in apparent pleasure. He groaned as he felt his neck bitten by this fervent tiger who was starved of sex.
"WTF? I thought you were sick? Calm down!"
He was pushed to lie down, trapped between Mew and the bed. Mew didn't waste any time and proceeded devouring this healthy piece of meat that had presented itself in front of him. Gulf felt a tickling sensation as Mew's head moved downward, licking and savoring his nipples.
"Stop! Don't suck it like that, it will grow big."
"Baby, a little bump won't hurt."
"Heck no. I don't want to have moobs – ah. Fuck, Mew."
"Yes, fuck you." Mew had bitten his nipples again, swirling his tongue around it like it was an addicting sugar candy. He licked the middle of his chest down to his navel. Gulf waited with great anticipation as his inner thighs were being fondled, that big, warm and soft hands now approaching his aching rod. He quivered at every touch and gripped the sheets as his back arched when he felt Mew's tongue playing around his balls.
However, he flopped down on the bed when he realized Mew has stopped.
"Why are you smirking?" he asked annoyed.
Mew licked his lips. "I'm really good, right?"
"You're really talking about that now?"
"What do you want me to do?" Mew licked his lips again and pressed on Gulf's wet tip.
Gulf was red in the face and wanted to cry. He reached for a pillow and threw it at Mew's face.
"Bad, Gulf."
"Just do what you need to do! Why are you even asking?"
"We might misunderstand each other gain. I want to hear it from you. What do you want me to do with this?" he used his finger to move Gulf's thing in a circle. Gulf groaned in discomfort and dismay.
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General Fiction"You are going to stick with me until I get tired of you." Their first meeting was a disaster. Arrogant, no direction in life, huge money spender. Gulf Kanawut doesn't care about anything else and will do whatever he wants. So drunk one night, Mew...
