Khrū | MewGulf ✔

𝟏𝟓 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐲 •

Clicking his tongue in amusement, Mew opens the door that he has Gulf pressed to, urging him to enter the car.

Getting in backward, Gulf pulls the elder with him, not wanting to part. It's like Mew's touch grounds him but also makes him dizzy at the same time.

Once the door is closed, Mew's on top of him. It's a little awkward until they find a position, where they can both lean on the backseat but when Gulf pulls the elder into another heated kiss, they don't care about whether it's comfortable or not.

Eagerly, the younger let his hands roam over the elder's torso, feeling every muscle underneath his dress shirt and soon it becomes a bother to him.

He wants more skin to touch, to see – to admire. With shaking hands, he starts unbuttoning Mew's shirt, while the elder kisses down his throat.

"Off, take it off" Gulf demands, as he pants because he's sensitive on his neck and Mew's biting at it and Gulf wonders if he'll leave bruises.

Pulling back, Mew grins at him, his lips bitten red but Gulf's gaze averts to the elder's torso, when he peels off his shirt, revealing pretty pearly skin and awfully defined stomach.

Gulf's frozen in place, staring at the elder in awe. He still can't believe that this is happening; all he knows is that he needs to touch him. He can't physically stop himself anymore.

Shifting, Gulf pushes the elder off him. For a moment, it confuses Mew but when Gulf has him sitting on the backseat, straddling him, he bites his lips, as his hands find the younger's hips naturally.

Locking eyes with him, Gulf unbuttons his shirt slowly, clearly teasing him. If the tight grip on his hips is anything to go by, Mew's enjoying the show.

"You're so fucking pretty" Mew groans, once the younger's shirt is finally off, letting his hands run over his torso slowly.

"You're one to talk" Gulf hums, as a shudder runs down his spine when Mew brushes over one of his nipples.

"Sensitive?" Mew purrs, twisting and playing with both of them now.

Leaning forward, Gulf whimpers, his entire body trembling into Mew's touch; he could only nod at the question, as he hides his face in the crook of Mew's neck.
He's forgotten how good it feels to be touched by someone else and because it's Mew, it's even better.

His hips start grinding against the elder on their own, seeking much-needed friction. Sighing, the elder attaches his lips to Gulf's collarbones, kissing, nibbling on them and this time, Gulf is sure that it will leave marks, which only makes him want more of it.

Usually, he's not into getting physical, when he's intoxicated but he wants nothing more than Mew, Mew, Mew.
Letting his hands run over the elder's torso too, Gulf groans, as his jeans feel too tight now, pressing himself closer desperately.

He pulls back a little, wanting to lose his pants but Mew leans in for another kiss, his hands groping at the younger's thighs.
"God, your thighs are glorious" he mumbles against Gulf's lips, catching them between his teeth.

"Thank Panit for constantly running around the apartment, wanting me to catch him" Gulf laughs out of breath.

"Can we not talk about our kids right now?" Mew cringes a little, his hands suddenly sliding into the younger's pants, groping his ass, making him moan in surprise.

"Make me shut up then," the corners of Gulf's lips curl up teasingly, liking how the elder yanks him closer immediately, licking into his mouth greedily.

Moving his hips, Gulf moans at the feeling of Mew groping his ass, craving more, yet also wanting this to go on forever.

Mew's so good at this, it strikes Gulf as odd that the elder hasn't done this in a while.

Finally, the elder moves his hips too and they fall into a rhythm of desperately grinding against each other, as they devour the other, their hands roaming everything they can reach.

Mew likes to twist his nipples just to make Gulf moan in pleasure, telling him how pretty he looks when he leans into the touch.

It's a little embarrassing just how hard Gulf is already but he's lost his will to care.

Once he's lost that, he decides to move things forward, too aroused to even remember that they were in Mew's car in a public parking lot.

Determined, he goes for Mew's belt, opening it swiftly.

"Gulf-ah" Mew grunts, getting a hold of his wrist; there's a hint of concern in his eyes suddenly.

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I wanted to write more but then the vote goal was reached, so I had to post it.

Pls wait for the nxt chap! It will be up soon!