The So-called Boyfie | MewGulf ✔

Part 39 💖‼

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A short and sweet one...

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He pulled his own fingers out of Gulf's mouth so that he could paint Gulf's lips with the wet, and then he kissed his boyfriend.

Gulf's mouth tasted of toothpaste, and Mew briefly worried about his breath because he had been sleeping but Gulf did not seem to care at all. He felt his lover's tongue swept into his mouth and pull his taste out back into his own, and Mew chased his tongue with his own, sliding up against Gulf's and pressing his lips against Gulf's. He ran his fingers through Gulf's hair, touching his ear and the side of his neck.

Gulf pressed Mew back into the mattress, biting his chin a little as he kissed his way down his collar bones, nibbling on his chest, and then sucking on a suddenly ridiculously sensitive nipple. He ran his fingers down Mew's chest, flittering over hipbones long enough that Mew thought he was going to die, and then Gulf wrapped his fingers around Mew's shaft, squeezing gently.

Mew moaned, his hips moving simply fine in time to Gulf's strokes. He opened his eyes slightly to see that Gulf had filled their room with roses, and he saw a bottle of champagne sitting in a bucket of ice, the cork already popped and waiting for them.

"Gulf, when did you..."

Gulf kissed Mew, intent on him not talking. He pressed him back into the bed and pushed one long finger slowly inside of him, moaning at the feel of his muscles clamping down around that single digit.

Mew ran his hands down Gulf's back, squeezing his ass and pulling his dick up against his own, loving the way that they felt rubbing together. Gulf pulled his own dick with Mew's, stroking both to give himself a little relief from the tension that was filling his bones.

Mew's hips kept moving, and Gulf pulled a bottle out from somewhere. "You first or me?" he asked, biting Mew's lower lip.

Mew whimpered a little, kissing Gulf harder. "You, baby, I want you inside."

Gulf smiled in triumph, and he coated his finger with enough lubricant making his fingers slide back into Mew, stretching him out.

Mew whimpered again, digging his heels against the mattress as he kissed Gulf harder, jerked his hips against Gulf's invasion, and then moaned when Gulf added a third finger.

"God baby, it's so right. Please petal," Mew begged.

Gulf smiled as he positioned himself between Mew's legs. He pulled on Mew's sack lightly while he pressed himself in, pleased when Mew's voice rose in pitch without any control. Gulf slid his hips back and then pushed back in, his eyes almost rolling at how tight Mew clenched around him. He was so hot inside, so hot and the lube was so wet, Gulf knew that it was not going to belong for him.

Mew felt Gulf rubbing against his passage, hitting his spot with almost perfect aim and accuracy. Every time he bumped against his prostate little flashes of white light hit Mew's eyes. His eyes traced a drop of sweat that started at Gulf's temple and slowly worked its way down his face, down his neck and settled at the tip of Gulf's collar bone, where Mew stuck out his tongue to lick it off.

He followed the curve of Gulf's clavicle all the way up to his ear, sucking on his lobe a little before he traced the hell of Gulf's ear with his tongue and then bit the spot right below it, making his own mark on Gulf, smiling at the sounds coming out of Gulf's mouth.

Gulf got harder inside Mew, and his hips moved faster, and Mew knew it was no longer about him but about how he could make the other man feel. He lifted his hips to meet his lover's thrusts, screamed in delight when Gulf's hands grasped at his body, and then came all over himself when he saw Gulf's top teeth sinking into his bottom lip and he made a sound like he was in pain.

They lay together until Gulf had slipped out of Mew, his ecstasy dripping out of Mew's body. They kissed each other a few more times, and then Gulf sat up to pour them both glasses of champagne.

"I hope that I did it right," Gulf said.

"Oh, most definitely..."

"I mean the roses and the champagne. I know that we fucked perfectly, I always knew we were going to fuck perfectly together. I just wanted to do the atmosphere right..."

Mew brought Gulf's champagne stained lips to his own, kissing him deeply. "I love you so goddamn much," he said between kisses. "So, fucking much that it hurts."

Gulf smiled at his lover. "Mew..."

"I know we talked about it, and shit I really wanted to get you a ring first baby, but marry me? Fucking marry me, please?"

Gulf laughed. "I thought you were all about romance?"

"Not when I want something this badly," Mew said, a blush stealing up his cheeks.

Gulf smiled tenderly at his lover, "Yes baby, I'll marry you," and he kissed him, long and deep, with his heart on the tip of his tongue. He wove his fingers through Mew's, tracing the whorls of his fingertips, bringing them up to his mouth again where he kissed the tips of every single one of them. "I can't wait to spend forever with you."

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Sorry for the shitty smut, am a total amateur at writing let alone smut... i am bad at please bare with me...

Thank you for really giving my story a chance guys...

It really meant a lot to me ❤❤

! not the end yet !

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