Debauve

23: Moving Forward

[AN: Previous chapter: Mew sold all his stocks to Max. He brought Gulf to his real home and celebrated his birthday there.]

23: Moving Forward

Mew cupped Gulf's cheeks wanting a deeper kiss. His hand travelled to the back of Gulf's head, his fingers running through his hair as their tongues intertwined.

He carried Gulf towards his bedroom, leaving the door to the terrace open. As Mew walked, Gulf removed his shirt so that when he was placed on the bed, all Mew has to do was pull down his pants. He unbuttoned his own shirt impatiently, and pulled Gulf for another hungry kiss, during which, the latter started unzipping Mew's pants.

He rolled themselves on the bed, pinning both of Gulf's wrists above his head. He stared at Gulf's beautiful face admiring this man who was looking at him with a mix of lust and longing.

"I love you, Gulf." Mew said. "I love you so much."

He sucked Gulf's lips as if dinner was not enough. He was always hungry for more of Gulf. He started his move on his neck, and began nipping at his shoulders. Gulf hissed as he felt teeth and tongue on his skin.

Mew had long released Gulf's wrists, but Gulf still has them positioned unconsciously on his side as if to surrender to whatever Mew was doing to him. He felt his boxers leave his body and arched his back as Mew started to pleasure his waiting member.

He was wide open in front of him as Mew sucked him. He pushed Mew's shoulder away from him using his foot. He needed a release. He burst just in time, spreading his juice on Mew's linen sheets. Mew licked his lips at this sight, turned Gulf over and spanked his butt.

"Best birthday gift ever."

He made sure Gulf's hole and his own rod was well lubed. He had not visited his room in ages so he had to bring his 'essential' stuff from Clove to here. He held his length and rubbed it in between the quivering butt cheeks, earning a lustful and excited groan from his lover.

He aimed for the entrance and made his way slowly in.

His palms pulled Gulf closer, his finger playing with his nipples to distract Gulf from the initial pain.

"Fuck, Mew." He exclaimed, as Mew was all the way in. "You're so huge."

"You're not that small either." Mew whispered, hand caressing his chest going downwards to grab Gulf's own hard rod.

"Nghh." Gulf was on all-fours as Mew penetrated him. He clung on the sheets as Mew attacked his insides. It hurts, but he wants more.

Everyday he's becoming greedy. He wants more of Mew.

"Aaah. Aaah." They chorused. Gulf reached out behind him in an attempt to touch any part of Mew, wanting his hand to feel his body. He was able to hold on to his firm butt. Mew led him to sit, so that Gulf bounced on top of him while he placed love bites all over his back.

"You taste a hundred times better than a 5-star chef's meals." He sucked on Gulf's neck again, trapping him with his embrace as he continued pounding.

"Mew, I'm coming." Gulf moaned.

He could feel more than Mew's saliva and sweat on his back.

He realized, Mew was crying.

"Mew..."

"I'm just so happy." Mew whispered, burying his head on Gulf's neck. "So happy to be with you. To make love to you. To be with you on my birthday."