Claiming his Heart

Chapter 12: I love him, I love him not

The moment their lips touched Mew felt himself slipping. It was a light kiss, one that was meant to relate a message, nothing more.

But the shot of electricity and warmth that coursed through Mew only drove him on. He heard the small gasp as he deepened the kiss, licking and sucking. Urging the flustered Gulf to open up.

He forgot were they were, and who they were doing this in front of. His empty heart beginning to fill up. The sensation of Gulf next to him, the feeling of his soft, sweet, plump lips a drug to all his senses.

What Gulf had meant to be a chaste kiss soon turned into a deep kiss.

Mew snaked his arm around Gulf's waist as he deepened the kiss. And Gulf couldnt help but gasp at the sudden contact. Mew held him tight and while Gulf didn't reciprocate at the begining he soon was swept away by Mew's  constant urging.

This was his second kiss, it was also his second time kissing Mew. He couldn't think, couldn't move, he could only feel.

Mew did that to him.

Mew kissed him languidly, sucking first on his upper lip, then his lower. Pulling slightly and licking. When Mew's tongue seeked entrance into his hot wet flesh he couldn't help but moan quietly in his throat.

But Mew heard him, and deepened the kiss even more, if that was even possible.

Gulf felt his brain falling into a haze of liquid passion, but an expletive curse from Art's friend snapped Gulf out of it, even when it did nothing to Mew as he kept kissing Gulf.

Placing his palm on Mew's chest he pushed himself away. If anything, it was the loss of Gulf's lips on his own that sobered Mew up. Enough to stare blankly at a furious Art.

He could tell Art was mad beyond reason, and usually this would be the time to console him. But Mew couldnt seem to bring himself to care.

" Is that enough?" Gulf addressed both Art and his companion, as he intertwined his fingers with Mew's.

Art's friend simply shook his head up and down so wildly that Gulf was afraid his neck would snap off. Art eyes on the other hand spit rage as he stared down at their clasped hands, and straight back at Mew.

Gulf didn't wait for them to leave, he pulled on the zoned out Mew as he lead him out the restaurant and into his car.

Mew on the other hand was overthinking. He felt nothing when he saw Art angry, nothing at all. Because the only thing he could think about was Gulf.

Or more precisely....... Gulf's lips....

Did he like Gulf?

Was this simple attraction?

He had felt it the last time too.

Gulf just fit perfectly in his arms. Even though he prefers small, light skinned people, he couldn't help but find Gulf extremely appealing. Even when he didn't at all fit into his so called "type".

Gulf shook him when they had finally reached the car.

"MEW? Earth to Mew?"

Mew starred at Gulf's worried smile.

"Yeah?"

"We should get in the car..."

"Right....yeah....okay...one sec." Mew rummaged into his pocket and finding the key turned the car on.

They both got in, but Mew remained lost in thought.

Gulf started to become increasingly worried.