Alpha's Human Mate

Peeking Junior

"Come to bed, Mew," Gulf said, rubbing his eyes for what felt like the umpteenth time while yawning cutely, much like a cat who'd just spotted a sunbeam.

Mew ambled over to Gulf, grinning like he'd just won the lottery, and placed his large, manly hands—veins bulging with the kind of testosterone that could power a lightbulb—gently on Gulf's hips, nudging him forward.

"Let's get you into bed before you collapse and turn this lovely floor into your personal snooze zone," Mew said, giving Gulf a gentle shove.

The pair trod towards their bedroom in blissful silence, as Gulf was half asleep and moving like a zombie on roller skates. Upon arrival, Gulf practically leapt onto the bed like he was being shot out of a cannon, making himself comfortable with the kind of ease that only comes from years of practice. Mew couldn't help but smile at his antics, standing beside the bed like a proud parent at a toddler's talent show.

"Tua-eng, I'll just pop in for a shower. Once I'm freshened up, I'll join you, alright?" Mew said, tugging at Gulf, who nodded off mid-agreement and began snoozing away.

After giving Gulf a gentle kiss on the forehead, Mew sauntered off to his walk-in closet, collecting his toiletries with the precision of a soldier on a secret mission to the bathroom.

The hot water felt like a warm hug from a long-lost friend as it cascaded over his muscles, relaxing each one as he washed his hair. Ten minutes later, he emerged fresh as a daisy, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, his hair dried to perfection.

He quickly snuggled in beside Gulf, attempting to claim the title of the big spoon, but ended up being enveloped by Gulf's arms like a baby bear. His head found refuge on Gulf's arm, while the other arm wrapped around him possessively, creating a cocoon of comfort that was both adorable and slightly inconvenient. Their legs were tangled up like a pair of overly affectionate octopuses, and Mew couldn't suppress a smile, thinking about how effortlessly he was enjoying this situation.

Seizing the opportunity, Mew left a small hickey on Gulf's collarbone, essentially marking his territory while dousing him in his scent—it was a masterclass in olfactory dominance. He took a deep breath of Gulf's delicious neck and—

"Blimey! Did he just offer his neck up for a nibble or something?!" Tharn's voice popped up, sounding like a jealous vampire who'd just been denied a buffet.

"Shut it, Tharn! Don't even think about it, you naughty git!" Mew scolded through their mind link.

"Hahahaha! You're weak! You're getting all hot and bothered just thinking about it!" Tharn joked, cackling like a hyena on a sugar high, which only made Mew growl lowly in frustration.

As soon as Mew let out a warning growl, Gulf shifted from a snuggly teddy bear to an unwilling cold shoulder, immediately transforming into a cuddly cooked shrimp. Mew sighed dramatically as if he'd just missed the last bus home.

Determined, Mew tried to give Gulf another hug from behind, but Gulf countered, morphing into an overcooked shrimp—basically an altogether different species at this point.

"Oh, for the love of all that is cuddly! If Gulf doesn't let me hug him while we're sleeping, I might just end up committing murder on Tharn for being such a wally," Mew thought, wantonly wishing Tharn could hear his inner monologue.

"You scoundrel! I heard that!" Tharn shot back, all while trying to muscle his way through, hoping to take control of their body.

"Good! Because you need to hear that you're a complete hornball!" Mew growled back, irritation dripping from every word.

"Hey! Remember, I'm you and you're me, so if you're accusing me of being horny, you're basically finger-pointing at yourself too!" Tharn retorted with the triumph of someone who'd just won a debate in the Parliament.

"Honestly, sometimes you sound..." Mew began, wanting to regain control of the conversation.

"I know, I sound brilliant—absolutely smashing!" Tharn replied smugly, fully aware that wasn't what Mew meant.

"No, you sound absolutely daft! Twisting and turning in circles, yet somehow still sounding like a plonker!" Mew groaned, just dying to slap Tharn into next week.

Mew's involuntary growl, mixed with Tharn's annoying commentary, turned into a strangely enchanting sound directed at the snoozing Gulf beside him.

"Oh, for Pete's sake!" Both Mew and Tharn exclaimed as they realised Gulf's bum was now seductively rubbing against Mew's growing dilemma, waking him up faster than a double shot of espresso.

Mew, of course, attempted to reposition himself for more delightful friction, but Gulf, now fully determined to keep the magic alive, rolled over to the edge of the bed—anywhere but near Mew—plunging back into the bliss of sleep.

Mew sighed deeply, taking a moment to centre himself before boldly pulling Gulf back into his embrace. Meanwhile, Gulf, feeling rather cheeky, smirked to himself, secretly thrilled to have stirred up Mew's 'junior' just because he'd disturbed his sleep with that low, masculine growl.

All this drama was making Gulf feel a bit frisky, so he thought it only fair to tease his mate a smidge more, rubbing his backside suggestively while trying to mask his own growing excitement.

Little did he know, Mew was embroiled in a mental brawl with Tharn, who was launching a barrage of racy thoughts—twelve kinds of raunchy ideas dancing around like teenagers at a disco. But before anything hard could salute its master, Mew swiftly severed the mind link with Tharn, who was drooling and grinning, thoroughly enjoying the mental images.

Mew lay on his back, forcing himself to calm down, and eventually, both of them succumbed to sleep, focusing intently on keeping their junior at bay until the dawn arrived with all its cheeky glory.