Khrū | MewGulf ✔

Epilogue

*longest chap, smut*

"Wow, it's still as beautiful as ever here."

Gulf had carelessly thrown the bag on the sandy ground, marveling at the sunset, but all Mew could see was Gulf. His cheeks rosy from all the sun, his eyes shining in a light he hadn't seen in so long and with such a deeply satisfied smile on his lips — Mew simply had to reach out and grab him.

He hugged him from behind, burying his nose in his neck and inhaled deeply. He still smelled the same. It had been three years since they knew each other and Mew could still remember how Gulf smelled.

"Do you always get this touchy on the first date?", he heard the teasing in Gulf's voice, but didn't pay no mind to it, because Mew could clearly hear how breathy and heavy his voice had gotten. His hands started to draw small circles through the thin fabric of Gulf's shirt and he had to smile when he heard his breath hitch.

"Only with my special someone."

These words seemed to be exactly what Gulf had wanted to hear, because all of a sudden he turned around in his embrace and threw his own arms around Mew's neck, pulling him impossibly close. Mew stared at Guld who stood before him. He loved this man who couldn't cook for shit and who was terrible with doing the laundry, but maddingly talented in his job and also with his tongue. He loved his brightness and how his mind worked and how he could just be himself with Gulf and he never could ever picture himself with anyone else but this man.

After the whole Panit's custody thing got over, there wasn't always sunshine and rainbows with both Gulf and Mew.

Guld had to get a decent job, Mew had to search for a house and ask Gulf to move in, they had to make their kids understand what was going on between them and many others.

With all the tension they missed each other, missed having close time, missed being in each other's arms and missed making love.

And that is when Techno jumped in to babysit both the kids, though they were already a bit grown up by now.

With all that they missed, with all the longing they stared at each other.

He brushed away the tears, pressing their foreheads together. " Gulf, I love you."

"I love you, too." — much like the first time they had kissed, Gulf nearly lunged at him, but this time without the drunken sloppiness. This time his kiss wasn't filled with just admiration, but with desperation, love and everything else that he felt right now. The kiss was deep and Mew swore he could even feel it in his toes .

Gulf suddenly let go of Mew and stalked back to where he had dropped the bag in the sand, quickly pulling out a few items and the older man had to smirk when he realized it was the same old picnic blanket as all those years ago and as Gulf spread it out in the sand and shyly sat down on it and looked up at him with big, hopefully and needy eyes he didn't hold back.

He crushed into Gulf, kissing him, pushing him down onto the ground as he pinned his hips down with his hands and sucked on his tongue. Gulf's hands were everywhere — in his hair, on his neck, under his shirt, on his ass; pulling him closer so he could wrap his legs around his hips and push their lower halves desperately together. It was desperate and a tad out of sync, but that made it so much hotter.

Suddenly Gulf's hands were tugging on his jacket, pulling it off him along with his shirt and Mew had to smirk. "We are really going to recreate our first date, huh?", but the teasing didn't have anything to it; Mew's hands were already on Gulf's fly, opening the buckle of his belt and opening his pants with shaky fingers. He felt his heart hammer frantically against his chest as they continued to pull each other's clothes off.