Break My Heart (Mew x Gulf)

Chapter 24: Unexplainable (M)

And this is how it starts!
Tissues are in the back of my van,
you said my shirt looks so good,
when it's just hangin' off ya back.

She said 'use your hands in my spare time we got one thing in common it's this tongue of mine' she said oh!
She's got a boyfriend anyway.

It's only minutes before I drop you off,
all you seem to do is talk about sex,
she's got a boyfriend anyway,
she's got a boyfriend anyway~

***

A quiet gasp falls from agap lips, followed by a raspy laugh as Mew pins Arm against the door they just walked through.

With a firm grasp on the other's waist Mew goes straight to the boy's neck, trailing desperate open-mouthed kisses all along the pale skin, eliciting a few provocative sounds that seem to make the room go up a few degrees.

A soft nimble hand catches on to the point of the taller's chin, rising it up so as to connect their untouched lips. Pulled closer, veiny hands climb up toned breathing skin, pressing down to make fleeting indentations.

"Bed." Was all that was said against parted, glistening lips before the shorter of the two was moving from against the wall toward the bed, his shirt finding the floor in the prosses.

At a quick, yet annoyingly slow pace Mew follows right behind him, throwing his own shirt off from the collar up.

Stalking up to the awaiting figure, body positioning it's self between spread legs, long muscled arms come down beside a doll-like face that seems to breath need through those dark brown dazed eyes.

And Mew loved it, the need, the want, the never ending stream of harsh breaths that in it's self said 'You take my breath away'. And god was it exhilarating.

Belt removed, the shorter grips the leather strip, throwing it over Mew's head and around the back of his neck, pulling him closer until they're speaking with tongues.

Hands and limbs seemed to become sensationless as everything felt as though it'd become numb with the heat they radiated. Clothing disappeared and bodies clashed, every heavy breath or moan hanging in the air coming back down to fall upon open ears.

Move after move, touch after touch, time seemed to go faster as though someone controlled the hands to move and speed up. Round after round, Mew seemed to be determined, as if trying to prove something.

And he was, desperately. He was trying to prove something that in retrospect meant nothing. Because it was a lie, and he knew it. He was lying to himself but he wouldn't admit it, so he went on till they could take no more, till it seemed physically impossible to do so.

And then, as the sound of feathered, chirping creatures filled his ears he was finally able to forget and let be as dark sunk him down to the bottom of his head and he could no longer see the light.

***

Well, it was no surprise that Mew was not feeling like a million bucks this morning, and not knowing what time he actually went to sleep he had no idea how many hours of sleep he'd gotten. Though if he had to make a guesstimate he'd say he only got to sleep around 5 a.m. so with that he'd concluded that he'd only gotten roughly four and a half hours of sleep.

Which was honesty amazing.

Though he was a little afraid to look in the mirror after waking up, scared of what he'd be faced with when he did, surprisingly, when he actually did decide to face up he was pleasantly surprised to find he didn't look half bad.