Alpha's Human Mate

Dance To Your Rhythm

Gulf danced around the kitchen table, flitting from one end to the other like a nervous firefly, all the while pretending to be industriously occupied. But the truth was, he was deftly avoiding Mew, his intent as transparent as a freshly cleaned window. Mew, with an amused smirk playing on his lips, could see right through Gulf's playful charade, reveling in the game of cat and mouse they were engaging in. However, the chase came to an abrupt halt when Gulf's subconscious instincts kicked in, and he reached out, his fingers brushing against his coveted apple.

But before he could snatch the fruit, a pair of slender yet muscular arms snaked around him, encircling him tightly. Mew gripped Gulf's waist, pinning him between his own body and the cool surface of the table, leaving Gulf bent and vulnerable. Mew's hands were firm yet teasing as they travelled slowly up Gulf's spine, sending electric shivers coursing through him. As he reached Gulf's hair, he tangled his fingers possessively, his left hand keeping Gulf pressed in that tantalisingly awkward position.

With a gentle tug, Mew pulled Gulf closer, their bodies melding together, his breath hitching as he arched towards Mew instinctively. Mew tilted Gulf's face, exposing the delicate curve of his neck, where he planted soft yet fervent kisses, each one leaving a slightly pink mark blooming against Gulf's alabaster skin. Then, with a keen intensity, Mew's lips crashed onto Gulf's adorable bow-like mouth, kissing him with a neediness that ignited the air around them.

As Mew ground his arousal against Gulf's backside, the younger man couldn't help but moan, the sound reminiscent of an innocent virgin caught in a whirlwind of new sensations. The atmosphere grew thick with the heady scent of desire, both men lost in their shared heat, whilst Gulf's untouched shaft throbbed desperately, craving attention. Just as Gulf drew back, gasping for breath, Mew dove back into the warmth of his neck, continuing to grind against him. But before either could fully indulge in the moment, Mew suddenly withdrew, leaving Gulf bewildered, his mind a haze of confusion.

Mew's smirk was devilish as he licked his lips, now glistening, his eyes a sultry invitation that made Gulf's heart race. His lover turned with casual nonchalance and strode into the living room, leaving Gulf rooted to the spot, rendered speechless by the abrupt shift from heat to cool detachment. Gathering his wits, Gulf followed, conscious of the tension still crackling in the air.

"Tua-eng, get your clothes ready; we're heading to my place," Mew called over his shoulder, his voice playful yet commanding.

"Okay," Gulf replied, making a leisurely, sultry stroll that swayed his hips, prompting a low growl from Mew that resonated like a distant thunderstorm. 'Bring it on, Alpha Mew. I can play your game too. Let's dance to the rhythm, shall we?' Gulf thought to himself, a mischievous smirk curling at his lips as he entered his room.

A few moments later, Mew poked his head into the room, surveying the simple yet elegant décor with an appreciative eye. Meanwhile, Gulf folded his clothes carefully, mindful of packing light for their stay at the pack house.

"Done yet?" Mew asked, plopping down on Gulf's bed, the springs creaking in protest.

"Almost, give me a sec," Gulf replied, rummaging through his toiletries with a casual air.

"Okay, now it's done," Gulf announced triumphantly and glanced towards Mew, who sprawled across the bed in mock boredom.

"Finally!" Mew exclaimed, pushing himself up like a playful child eager for attention. Gulf rolled his eyes, and Mew shot him a smug grin, delivering a playful slap to his backside, igniting a fire in Gulf's cheeks.

"Roll your eyes at me again, Tua-eng, and you'll get more than just a slap," Mew warned, his voice dripping with tantalising mischief.

Gulf's mind raced at the implication, a wicked smile blossoming on his face as he kept his expression neutral. He reached out, teasingly flicking Mew's nose, provoking a growl from Mew that sounded almost feral, while Gulf erupted into laughter, his joy infectious.

Time slipped by unnoticed, and before they knew it, the clock had struck midnight. Together, they stepped out into the cool night, Gulf settling into the passenger seat while Mew tossed his luggage into the back. As Mew slid into the driver's seat, the familiar banter resumed, but Gulf's mischief was brewing anew.

'Payback time, Mew,' he plotted with a wicked smirk, his eyes gleaming as he gazed out of the window. 'Let's see how you dance to my rhythm this time.'

"Mew?" Gulf asked innocently, his voice light as a feather.

"Yes, Tua-eng," Mew replied, glancing at him for a fleeting moment before refocusing on the road.

"Nothing, love," Gulf teased, casting a sidelong look that ignited a flash of intrigue in Mew's dark eyes as he accelerated.

"Really? Nothing, Tua-eng?" Mew's voice dipped, low and smouldering, sending shivers cascading down Gulf's spine.

Feigning nonchalance, Gulf returned his gaze to the window, but his hand had other ideas. It snuck onto Mew's upper thigh, a subtle invitation wrapped in sweet temptation. He slid his hand up and down the length of Mew's leg, relishing the tension and the game he was playing.

With each deliberate glide, he could feel Mew tense beneath his touch, the air thrum with anticipation as Gulf's fingers crept closer to the bulge beneath Mew's trousers, teasingly rubbing against it with a firm pressure that elicited a deep, sultry moan from the man beside him. The rhythm of their playful torment melded with the night outside, each stroke a promise of the pleasures yet to unfold.

But just as Mew seemed utterly captivated, Gulf, with a triumphant grin, withdrew his hand and settled back into his seat, affecting an air of innocence while gazing outside, the thrill of the game igniting a fire within him, leaving Mew, wild and wanting, to ponder what would happen next.