You Are Every Season - Book 2

Six

Warning: mature content!

Mew pulled Gulf by his hand as they ran, giddy and giggling, through the palm grove. The park was deserted and dark - inviting - the air hot, sweet and singing with the melodies of romancing cicadas.

"Pull over at the park behind the Chaophraya gateway bridge", Mew had instructed his chauffeur via the car's intercom system, holding his hand over Gulf's mouth to muffle the omega's whimpers of arousal from underneath him on the back seat.

Mew knew the park well, from his own days as a student in the nearby International Business Academy. It was only a few minutes drive from the terrace bar where Gulf and his course mates would meet for their graduation after party, and best of all, Mew knew of a small side entrance from the banks of the mighty river that was left unlocked overnight.

"This way" he guided his faen, until they found themselves enclosed in the walls of a small, Japanese ornamental garden. At the centre stood an elegant stone bridge across a pond filled with golden koi fish, water lilies and lotus flowers, and on the lawns around - lush, green, nourished - rose trees of bark that was almost black, with fragrant petals of palest pink and purest white: cherry blossom."It smells like home, tua-aeng", Mew smiled into Gulf's shoulder as he embraced him from behind. "I wanted to bring my own beautiful cherry blossom to the cherry orchard".

And Gulf spun around to devour the mouth that spoke those words. Kissing and kissing as his own pheromonal scent greeted the floral, and the whole world was rich with perfume.Within moments, the aroma of cool pine forests joined the dance and the alpha and omega were kissing at each other's necks - open-mouthed and sensual - at the scent glands.

The higher dose scent suppressants that the two men had been prescribed two years earlier (courtesy of Mew's doctor friend P'Min), served to blunt the strength of their pheromones when aroused, and both men had always, uniquely, resisted the excruciating urge to permanently mark the other. Until it should be their own choice, not merely fated and foretold.

But that didn't mean that it didn't drive them wild to smell the other at times like these. Oh they were wild for each other.

Intoxicated, Mew finally managed to drag his face from his faen's neck to breathe out:"What do you want Gulf? I'll give you anything".

He sensed that Gulf was in a state of need - the day's emotions and adrenaline unbalancing him.

And Gulf begged raggedly, "Lick me, eat me, alpha, I want your tongue inside me, I want you to..."

But Mew could hear no more. With an animalistic growl, he pulled Gulf's graduation gown and vest from his shoulders and pushed him, face forward, up against the silent, watchful stone of the bridge. What a scene to be made a prop for.

Tugging the waistband of Gulf's black suit pants and boxers over his slender hips and helping him, hurriedly, to step out of them, Mew discarded the clothes to the grass, and knelt to begin his worship under the cool, silver light of the full moon.

Mew knew his boyfriend intimately. Knew how stimulated he would be at this sudden nakedness, outdoor air upon his heated skin, knew from his noises that he would already be wet with slick for him.

So it was the case. As the elder man pressed his hands to the younger's full rear cheeks, squeezing and pinching roughly as he parted the caramel skin at the vertical equator line, his natural lubrication was already oozing downwards onto his inner thighs.

"Tua-aeng you're so wet, do you need it?", Mew's voice was melodic and teasing, lips against Gulf's buttocks as he kissed his way towards that line, towards its inner chasm.

"Need...Need, alpha. Please", Gulf groaned, rocking his forehead against the pale grey stone of the bridge.

Finally reaching the puckered hole, Mew first brushed his thumb against it, delighting as it quivered at his touch. He felt his own erection twitch in anticipation below, straining against his tight jeans. 'Not long' Mew promised silently.

He inserted a finger, twisted and flexed easily, so added a second, a third. Exploring the walls of his faen's cavern as the omega hissed and hummed above him, he did his work quickly - stretching and easing, making space for himself.

"Aaargh. Fucking do it! It aches, it aches" - Gulf was suffering ecstatically.

Mew heeded his pleas. He pushed his wet tongue into that dark space, probing and sucking, nibbling and lapping, tasting his lover's essence with ravenous hunger, as the omega was pushed higher, higher, soaring up to somersault amongst the wispy clouds and night birds of the Bangkok sky.

And still Mew's tongue continued its attack, morphing from an instrument of massage to an instrument of thrust....

He extended himself deeper, more rhythmical, finding that sweet spot that made Gulf shiver and shudder, crying out his mate's name over and over...then reaching his own hand to his engorged cock in desperation to relieve the pressure as he stroked the fevered hardness once, twice, and then was bucking erratically as his orgasm began to break.

Yet still he needed more. Even as he was coming. Needed over-fullness and over-stimulation. So he gasped out:

"Fuck me! Your cock...in me...fuck...me!"

And dropped to all fours on the damp green velvet of the manicured grass beneath him, for Mew to take him from behind, like the ancestral wolves that they were.

Mew entered him instantly on command, fucked the younger man hard and fierce through his ejaculation, titillated by his unashamed post-orgasmic rambling:

"Ohhhh, alpha, felt so good, don't ever stop, fuck me every day, fuck me every night, yesss, yesss, I'm all for you, only you. You must die inside of me, nowhere else but inside me".

Mew gripped onto his omega's hips, eyes wild and misted with desire, as he drove into that beautiful ass deeper, deeper, until his whole body was singing, every nerve alight with fire, flaming round and round like a spinning Catherine Wheel and - seconds before the fireworks exploded - pulled his cock out to shoot sticky white reams of cum onto the unsteady, heavy- breathing body below him.

After some minutes of focused inhalation and exhalation:

"Do you think it's like this for other people, Phi?" Gulf murmured finally, still resting on all fours.

"No" Mew replied softly, lifting his hand to stroke the younger man's smooth back as he spoke - starting at the shoulder blades, travelling slowly down the delicate spine and then dipping into the exaggerated concave of his back arch, where he brought his hand to rest at last.

"No, tua-aeng, there's no love like ours".

And wasn't it true?

//

Having used Mew's suit jacket as an impromptu towel to clean themselves, the two men returned to the car - where they gratefully pulled spare clothes from the boot to change into.

Greeting their patient chauffeur somewhat sheepishly - all parties fully, awkwardly, aware of what had just transpired - they climbed back into the car to continue their onward journey to Gulf's celebration with his friends. Mew would deliver him to the party but couldn't stay - it was too public.

In fact, with Mew scheduled to leave before dawn to travel with Zom and Nice for a promotional tour, this would be goodbye for the next few days, a truth that tugged at the faens' hearts in melancholia.

So as the car pulled away, it's occupants were busy with one another. All had failed to notice the small red car with the broken headlight that had arrived behind them, had sat silently as they ran into the park together, but was no longer there when they returned.

The driver of that car had got what they came for that night. A chain of events was already in motion. Events that would shatter the world of our heroes.