Alpha's Human Mate

A good morning (?)

Gulf's breath was as rigid as his morning hairdo as he closed his eyes, wrestling with his problematic thoughts.

"Need some help, bii?" asked Mew, raising an eyebrow like he was auditioning for a soap opera.

Gulf glanced over with his best hooded-eye smirk, contemplating if Mew was a devil in disguise as he boldly replaced Gulf's hand. Mew began stroking Gulf's hard shaft with the finesse of a seasoned painter restoring a masterpiece, gliding from base to tip like a pro.

"M-me-Mew!" Gulf moaned, realising that stealthy escapes weren't an option anymore as Mew abruptly stopped his tantalising movements.

Mew yanked Gulf up and gently shoved him to the floor—managing to be both assertive and sweet—before opening his legs and inviting Gulf to settle right in between them.

Meanwhile, Gulf, with all the grace of a forgetful octopus, slowly tugged Mew's boxers down. The moment Mew's impressive equipment was free from its confines, Gulf licked his lips, probably more out of hunger than anything, and leaned in to—

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Gulf groaned at the alarm clock as if it were a personal attack, quickly slamming it into silence while flailing about in a desperate search for his phone.

He grabbed it and peered at the screen like it held the secrets of the universe before tossing it back onto the bedside table with another lengthy groan. It had been days since he and Mew had seen each other or shared any semblance of physical contact. Mew had been away for work, and Gulf had been buried under university assignments like a hamster in a pile of fluff.

Throwing the blankets off him, he realised Gulf Jr. was also awake and eager for some action, prompting yet another groan.

"Why can't it be real? But if he's that big, I might need a parental advisory!" Gulf joked to himself, shaking his head as he stomped towards the bathroom for a quick cold shower to calm his overenthusiastic appendage.

A few minutes later, feeling more like a human and less like a cartoon character, Gulf stepped from the bathroom and strutted over to his dressing room.

He slipped on his black jeans, a light orange t-shirt, and a black jacket adorned with a thin, fashionable white line, topped off with his trusty backpack—his essential items tucked away like a magician's secret tricks—before heading downstairs.

"Morning, Mae! Morning, Pho!" Gulf greeted, waving at his parents like he was a contestant on a reality show.

"Morning, son!" his father replied cheerily.

"Morning, baby boy!" his mum chimed in, probably thinking he was still a little lad.

"What's for breakfast?" Gulf asked, inhaling the delicious aroma of pancakes wafting through the air.

"Your favourite, pancakes with egg and bacon!" replied Ampha, setting down the eggs like precious jewels on the table.

"Yummy! Smells fantastic, Mae!" Gulf exclaimed like he was about to dive into a culinary masterpiece.

Without missing a beat, he plopped down at the table, ready to devour his mum's culinary genius before the university's daunting horizon loomed over him.

Thirty minutes later, after devouring breakfast and engaging in a tiny bit of banter with his parents, Gulf heard a horn honking from outside that blared louder than a rock concert.

"Who on Earth is honking early in the morning?! Honestly, folks need to take a Chill Pill!" Gulf grumbled, his tone as grumpy as a cat who just stepped in water.

His parents chuckled, shaking their heads like they knew he would brandish the same antics every day, while Gulf traipsed over to the window.

Looking out, he spotted Kokliang waving like a cheerful octopus and saw Mew flashing him a grin that sent Gulf's heart racing. In a panic, he quickly shut the curtains as if he were hiding from the paparazzi.

"Damn those two!" he muttered, eliciting another round of laughter from his parents.

"Gulf, sweetheart, having a mate isn't all that terrifying," Ampha said warmly, her eyes twinkling like she had just cast a spell.

"But I want Dad to take me to university!" Gulf pouted, launching a full-fledged protest like a toddler denied his ice cream.

"I'd be delighted to drop you off, son, but your mate is here, along with your best friend. You can't turn them down now! Besides, they've already witnessed your ninja moves... or lack thereof," smirked Thanayong.

"Nope, they did not, Pho! I was like a silent ninja, stealthy and smooth!" Gulf insisted, struggling to convince them while failing spectacularly.

"Yeah right! More like you opened the curtains like you owned the place, giving them a front-row seat to the Gulf Show!" Ampha retorted, raising her eyebrow and looking far too amused.

"Fine, fine!" Gulf conceded, his defeat tasting as sweet as chocolate.

It was a blessing to have Mew around, but the flames of desire burning within Gulf were more vibrant than a variety show on a Saturday night.

Dragging his backpack along—walking like a hunchbacked turtle—he paused at the front door.

Turning around, he caught his parents peeking out from the kitchen, barely containing their laughter.

"You both suck!" Gulf declared, sticking his tongue out with a smile that could rival that of a Cheshire cat.

As he opened the front door, he was met with Kokliang's nagging voice cutting through the morning air like a spoon through butter.

Kokliang was inside the car, nagging through a rolled-down window, while Mew merely looked at Gulf as if trying to decipher his next move.

"Come on, you slowpoke! I don't want to be late!" Kokliang hollered, sounding like a school bell.

Gulf hastily shoved his shoes on and swung the door shut with a flourish, marching towards the sleek, expensive Audi waiting like a shiny chariot.

He glanced at Mew, and his mind promptly sprinted southward as memories of his wet dream flashed through him, leaving Gulf blushing like a ripe tomato.

"What?" Gulf shot back defensively at Mew, trying to recover his composure.

"Get in the car, Gulf, or we'll all be late!" Mew replied, looking like a concerned parent urging a child to hurry up and get in the car for school.

Gulf looked at them both and thought, "What better time to interrupt them than when I've just woken up from a steamy dream?"