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“Can you be quiet , please? I really, really have to finish this.”
Mew wanted to take back those words the moment they left his mouth, but it was, as always, too late for his dumb ass. The pleading that he wanted to invoke in his tone came out as harsh-- demanding , even--and he didn’t have to look at Gulf’s crestfallen face to know that he fucked up, yet again, for the nth time today.
“Sorry,” came Gulf’s soft reply, with a poorly masked tremble in his voice, and Mew wanted to jump out the window and into the concrete below.
The older man blinked hard in a poor attempt to wet the drying contacts in his eyes before turning his swivel chair to face the younger. Gulf avoided eye contact, as he always did whenever Mew was short with him, and instead pretended to focus on something on his phone. Jaw tight, hair falling over his eyes, body suddenly tense as opposed to the leisurely position he had while sitting on the couch just seconds before--Mew knew him well enough to know that he was about to cry, and he rightfully felt like the biggest asshole on the planet.
What was Gulf even saying before he snapped at him? God, he couldn't even remember. This doctorate degree was kicking his ass and even if Gulf took precedence over his life priorities, he couldn’t afford to miss this deadline-- again . The past week had been hell with all the promotions, lives, photoshoots, and fuck knows what else they’ve been dragged to in between that he didn’t have the time to do an important paper until now, on their first day off since eternity ago. He had already asked his professor for an extension, one that she graciously gave to precious Nong Suppasit, and yet here he was with two hours until the deadline, barely even halfway done with the thing.
He didn’t mean to snap at his boyfriend like that, but he still did. Fuck, was the PhD even worth it at this point?
“Tua-eng,” he called in a voice much less angry this time, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get angry at you. I’ll just get this done and I’ll make it up to you, okay? Phi is sorry.”
Gulf gave him exactly one nod, still pretending that there was something interesting on his phone screen. “Don’t mind me, phi,” he said in that voice. That voice that Mew hated the most, because it was the one Gulf used when he was hurting. If Mew could kick his own ass, he would.
Mew sighed softly before scooting his chair closer to the couch. “Come here. Look at me, Gulf.” He put a veiny hand over Gulf’s phone, which was playing a silent video that he knew Gulf had no interest in watching. “Tua-eng.”
Gulf made eye contact this time, and Mew felt like an even bigger asshole. The younger man’s eyes were shimmering with unshed tears, and with the way he was biting his lip, Mew knew that Gulf was trying so hard not to let them fall. “I’m sorry, phi,” Gulf started, the waver in his voice sending daggers straight to Mew’s heart, “I just wanted to spend time with you. We were so busy this week and I had a solo schedule yesterday; we didn’t even get to text the whole day. And you couldn’t come last night to dinner and--”
Mew pulled him into a hug the second the first tear fell on Gulf’s cheek, practically dragging the younger boy halfway off the couch. “No, don’t apologize. This is my fault, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I’m sorry.” He smoothed comforting circles over Gulf’s back, his free hand clutching the other man’s nape to keep him grounded on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, tua-eng, I really am.”
“S’okay,” Gulf sniffed, hands curling against his phi’s shoulders. “I understand.” A pause. “I’m sorry, too. I know how stressed you are. I just wanted a little attention," Gulf admitted. "I miss you. Technically, we're always together. But I miss spending time with just us."
How could his boyfriend be so fucking adorable? Literally 185 cm of pure cuteness. Mew smiled against the side of Gulf’s face. “I know,” he said. “Don’t worry, tua-eng, I’ll give you what you need.”
Gulf pulled back to look at him, confusion evident on his features. “How?” he asked in a hopeful tone despite himself, then retracted. “No, you have a paper to write. I’ll be quiet until you’re done, I promise.”
Mew put a hand on his cheek. “I know that you’re stressed, too. This week has been tough for both of us, so let me take care of you, hm?” He moved his hand to the side of Gulf’s head, at that spot just below his ear, and palmed. Gulf practically mewled at the touch, leaning into Mew’s hand on instinct. “Go get cleaned and prepped for me, tua-eng. I have an idea.”
Mew could see why the fans likened his boyfriend to a kitty. If Gulf had cat ears, they would have instantly perked up at the proposition.
It’s been more than a week since they last had physical contact that was even remotely sexual (read: a little crotch palming in a private dressing room before a live). Gulf didn’t need any more convincing, as if he ever needed it even when he wasn't wound up. He muttered a soft ‘okay’ and started disentangling himself from his boyfriend’s arms, but not without giving him a kiss.
In the beginning of their relationship, Gulf had been embarrassed about how eager he was about sex. After the first time they’ve done it (which was a little awkward but earth-shattering, nonetheless), Gulf was hooked like an addict on cocaine, always craving for the next hit and positively aching until he gets it. The speed at which he got hard at even the slightest suggestive touch was more alarming than endearing, really. And up to now, five months into their ‘official’ relationship, his dick stood at attention almost instantly at the mere idea of getting fucked by his boyfriend’s cock, but there was much less shame that came with it. After all, Mew was just as horny as him.
In hindsight, it was probably the lack of sex that was making him weepy and needy for attention. And he probably, maybe, intended on annoying his boyfriend a little, trying to piss him off enough to fuck him into the couch and then work on his stupid paper. Gulf resisted a smirk as he made his way to the bathroom, already vibrating at the prospect of getting railed.
-
Gulf spent a little under half an hour in the bathroom to shower and prep himself. He only really started doing anal sex when he got together with Mew, but he was already a pro at getting himself ready in no time. That, and the fact that he was impatient and he wanted to do something about his perpetual horniness now .
During those thirty minutes, Mew made a good chunk of progress on his paper, the absence of his boyfriend making it easier to concentrate on engineering concepts and all the boring bullshit he forced himself to endure. Don’t get him wrong, he loved his boyfriend and loved having him around, but there’s just something about Gulf that made his steely attention span go awry, and try as he might, he can’t get anything done when there’s a super cute 6-foot-tall 23-year-old begging for his attention.
He still wasn’t done with his paper, but he had a little over an hour left, long enough to finish without making it a buzzer beater. He was on academic mode, so absorbed in his paper that he almost didn’t register the soft padding of steps coming into the room as Gulf emerged from the bathroom. The familiar smell of vanilla body wash made its way to his nostrils. Pausing his fingers’ movements on the keyboard, he looked up to see Gulf dressed in his baggy gray sweater and a pair of boxers that were a little too loose on his hips. Did he mention that his boyfriend was super adorable?
Mew rolled away from the desk and raised the armrests on his office chair, beckoning the younger boy to come closer. He pulled at Gulf’s forearms the moment he was close enough, tugging him in until he was situated on his lap. As much as he wanted to worship his boyfriend like he deserves, Mew still had a few more pages to go, so he kissed Gulf once and said, “I’m not done yet, tua-eng. Do you want to sit on my cock until I’m finished?”
Surprise marred the younger man's features, but only for a moment. Gulf was sure that Mew felt the chill that ran down his spine. He gulped. “Yes.” Oh god, please .
“You have to promise to stay still, okay?” Mew squeezed the heated skin of Gulf’s thighs.
The younger man nodded. “I promise.”
Mew smiled before giving his bottom a soft pat. “Take this off then.”
Gulf tried, and failed, to downplay his excitement. He quickly got off of Mew’s lap and pushed down his borrowed boxers, kicking them away after they pooled to the floor. Mew salivated at the sight of his boyfriend’s cock springing free from his underwear, already impossibly hard and leaking pearly white cum, but he didn’t let himself touch it. Not now, not yet. Gulf resumed his position on Mew’s lap, scooting closer until his bare cock was touching Mew’s shirt.
Mew wasted no time. He pushed Gulf’s hips away but only for a moment, long enough to pull down his sweatpants until his own erection sprang free from its confines. He gave it a few tugs to coax it into full hardness, which didn’t really take long--it never did when it came to Gulf.
He reached down to feel Gulf’s hole, already prepped and slick with lube. “You ready for me, tua-eng?”
Gulf nodded, lips drawn tight in anticipation. He watched with hooded eyes as Mew held the base of his cock with one hand and used the other one to guide his ass closer. Gulf helped him out by raising himself, scooting closer until the head of Mew’s cock touched his wet entrance.
He sank down on Mew’s length all in one go, a groan leaving both of them as their bodies connected once again. The primal urge to start riding his phi was there, almost overtaking his judgment and desire to obey Mew’s orders, but he resisted, albeit with much difficulty. Gulf resorted to shutting his eyes tight, trying to will his hole to stop clenching down on the dick inside him.
Mew was faring no better. The familiar heat of his boyfriend’s ass was a welcome relief after more than a week with no sex, and a month’s worth of stress after that. For a moment, he considered just abandoning his paper and fucking Gulf into next week right then and there, but the perfectionist inside him overtook the almost overwhelming impulse to start thrusting up into the beautiful boy on his lap. Paper now, fucking later. You can do this .
Mew grabbed a blanket hanging off the side of his desk, the one he used when the AC got too cold in his condo, and used it to cover Gulf’s thighs and his own. “Remember, no moving, okay?” he murmured against the other boy’s warm cheek, his voice coming out a little breathier than usual.
Gulf didn’t respond, but he put his head down on Mew’s shoulder, making himself as small as possible on the older man’s lap. Mew took that as a yes. “Good boy.”
Mew rolled the chair closer to his desk, the slight movement eliciting a soft groan from Gulf. He put down the armrests again and slid his arms underneath Gulf’s to reach his keyboard. Gulf, as promised, stayed perfectly still. Although he would like it better if his phi just started fucking the neediness out of him, this felt good, too. He needed this. The closeness, the warmth of Mew’s body against his own, the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. It was comforting. A much needed relief after the hard week that they had.
Gulf closed his eyes again. He faced away from Mew’s neck as to not breathe on it, not wanting to disturb him more than he already did. The pressure inside his ass was ever-present, but as the seconds turned into minutes, he got used to it. The clacking sounds of Mew’s keyboard had resumed. That sound, along with the silent hum of the air conditioner and the faint classical music playing from the speakers (Mew’s study playlist), lulled him into a shallow state of unconsciousness.
-
Mew revised his paper for one final (third) time before submitting it on his class portal, and with thirteen minutes to spare. He leaned back on his swivel chair, letting a sigh of relief escape his lips. Fucking finally .
He wrapped his arms around the sleeping boy on his lap and put his nose in Gulf’s mint-scented hair, inhaling lungfuls of the fresh scent tinged with Gulf's natural smell. His dick had deflated a few minutes after his boyfriend fell asleep, but he was still hard enough to not slip out. It wasn’t a problem that he couldn’t solve, though. With his arms still around Gulf’s torso, he ground his hips up just a little, coaxing his erection back to full hardness. Again, it didn’t have to take long until he was rock hard again.
Gulf, surprisingly, stayed asleep, soft breaths escaping his open lips. Mew started stroking his biceps, squeezing slightly to wake him up. “Tua-eng, wake up. Phi is done with his work,” he murmured in the boys ear.
Gulf was always quick to wake from a nap, having been used to taking power naps wherever he went. It didn’t take long before he regained full consciousness, and a soft sigh escaped his lips when he felt Mew grinding up against him. He lifted his head to look at Mew, who was gazing at him with a loving expression on his face, but his fully-blown pupils told Gulf that his boyfriend was ready to fuck him senseless. Gulf wanted to cry. Finally .
“Please,” was the only thing he could think of saying. He fisted the sleeves of Mew’s shirt. “Please, phi.”
“Shh, I got you.” Mew pulled him down for a kiss, wasting no time to push his tongue into his boyfriend’s mouth and moving his lips against the younger boy’s in the most erotic of ways. He started grinding harder against Gulf’s ass, using one hand to clutch the boy’s hip and one hand to hold the back of his neck. Gulf quickly turned into jelly in his hands and against his mouth, soft, breathy moans emanating from him as Mew stole the breath from his lungs.
The blanket soon fell to the floor next to Gulf’s (Mew’s) discarded boxers. Despite the pins and needles in his legs from having Gulf sit on his lap for an hour, Mew lifted them both up from the chair, hands instinctively going to the younger boy’s ass. Gulf moaned properly this time, the movement giving him the friction that he desperately craved.
Mew decided that the bedroom was too far, so he crossed the few feet from the desk to the couch and lowered Gulf’s legs down so he could stand on his own. His dick slipped out and Gulf hiccuped at the loss, but Mew was quick to manhandle him on the couch until he was on his hands and knees.
“I’m going to give you what you need, tua-eng.” Mew pushed up his boyfriend’s sweatshirt until it bunched underneath his armpits, but made no move to take it off. He leaned down and kissed a line down Gulf’s back. “I’m sorry for being such an asshole all day. You deserve to be treated like the prince that you are.”
“Please,” Gulf practically begged. It seemed like he couldn’t form more than a couple of words at this point. And he couldn’t care less about how Mew’s attitude or whatever the fuck he was apologizing about. “P’Mew, please.”
Mew loved it when Gulf got like this, absolutely adored the way Gulf begged so prettily. Mew decided to oblige him without any more teasing. After all, he’s been patient and obedient all this time. He pushed down his sweatpants all the way and slipped off his t-shirt, tossing the pieces of clothing to the floor.
Gulf moaned, long and loud, as Mew reentered him. He dropped to his elbows and arched his back, fingers clutching the leather underneath him as Mew set a steady pace. Not too fast, not yet, but fast enough to have Gulf moaning into crook of his elbow, brows furrowed in an expression of pleasure on his face. Sadly, Mew couldn’t see it from this position, so he resorted to watching his cock disappear into Gulf’s tight heat, watching as the rim stretched around his dick and as the excess lube seeped out of it. Mew always reminded Gulf not to use too much lube, but at times like this, he was glad that his boyfriend had a problem estimating just how much lube he needed. It was so fucking hot to see him so wet.
Mew pushed the younger boy’s knees further apart, and he started to try different angles to find that spot that made Gulf cum in under five minutes without fail. With as frequently as they had sex, Mew didn’t have much trouble finding it these days, especially in this position.
Gulf let out soft moans from underneath him, and as much as he sounded so good, it wasn’t good enough for Mew. He coaxed Gulf’s knees further apart again and adjusted his angle downwards. With a couple more thrusts, he had Gulf thrashing to find purchase on the couch’s armrest, his once soft sounds starting to turn into more desperate noises as Mew’s cock stimulated his prostate.
“Fuck! Please, P’Mew!” Gulf sobbed. He didn’t even know what he was begging for at this point. His mind blanked. All he could focus on was the steady jolts of pleasure running through his body with every thrust, the sensations being almost too overwhelming, especially after a week without a proper release. He was going to cum. He never could last long when Mew fucked him like this.
“Tell me what you want, tua-eng,” Mew panted. “I’ll give it to you.”
“I want to cum, phi.” A broken moan. “Please.”
The noises they were making were obscene. The couch squeaked with every thrust as Gulf’s skin rubbed against the leather, rivaling the steady rhythm of their skin slapping against each other as Mew’s hips met the younger man’s ass. Gulf moaned like he was being paid for it, and Mew responded with guttural sounds of his own.
Mew picked up his pace, pistoning into Gulf’s heat to the point of brutal. The younger boy reached down between his body and started pumping his own erection, trying to find a rhythm with Mew’s violent thrusts sending his entire torso forward and back again. Tears streamed down his face, and he shut his eyes tight to prevent any more from coming out.
The feeling of his boyfriend’s cock numbed his reflexes, but he has enough muscle memory to jerk himself closer and closer to his orgasm. Gulf tugged faster to match Mew’s pace, the hand on his cock burning and desperate as he felt his climax settling into the pit of his stomach. “P’Mew, I’m close,” he warned, but he doubted that the other man heard it. The sounds of their sex were so loud and Gulf didn’t have the breath in him to talk louder than a whisper.
But Mew heard it, and he responded by reaching a hand around and jerking Gulf off himself. That was enough to have the boy stilling, body going taut as a wire, mouth slack open in a silent scream as he spilled line after line on the couch and his phi’s fist. Mew slowed down his pace and helped him ride through his orgasm, watching in amazement as Gulf’s body twitched, muscles rippling on his back as the intensity of his climax rolled through him in waves.
The next noise that Gulf made was a desperate gasp for air, followed shortly by a whimper as Mew picked up his pace again.
“You’re so good, tua-eng,” Mew groaned. “You always take me so good.”
Gulf responded with a weak moan, still reeling from his release and trying to regain some oxygen into his lungs. He put his head down on his forearms and tried to make himself as comfortable as possible. It was Mew’s turn now, and god knows how long it took him to cum. The man had the stamina of a raging bull. And despite Gulf’s gripes about his age, he knew that his phi could outlast him in bed every time. It’s not that he minded, no. In fact, he loved it when Mew used his body to chase his own release, loved how Mew didn’t hesitate to piston into him like there was no tomorrow, even while Gulf was spent and completely debauched underneath him.
Sometimes, Mew fucked him through two orgasms without stopping, fucked him until he was crying into the sheets and aching with the exercise. This time was a little different. Maybe it was because of the last dregs of his impromptu REM nap, or the bone-deep tiredness that resulted from the past week’s activities, but he found himself staying soft as Mew continued to fuck him. He loved it nonetheless. He would let Mew fuck him in his sleep if the older man wished. Sleep, that sounds so good right now.
Mew continued to fuck him, alternating his pace every now and then. Gulf was reduced to a boneless, whimpering pile of limbs, trying and failing to even out his breathing.
Five minutes, ten minutes--Gulf didn't know how much longer he knelt there and took it, but it was finally starting to get too much. Luckily, Mew could read him like an open book.
“Just a little more, tua-eng,” Mew grunted from above him. “You feel so good, you don’t even know.”
Gulf let out a whimper in appreciation. “I love you, P’Mew,” he declared, knowing that the older man loved hearing it while he was buried deep inside of him. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too, tua-eng,” Mew responded instantly, his voice getting a little higher. He was getting close.
Before he could cross over to the wrong side of oversensitivity, the older man’s hips started to stutter, and Gulf helped take him over the edge by clenching down on his cock, an action that was rewarded with Mew squeezing hand-print bruises on his hips that he was sure would last for days.
“Fuck, tua-eng.”
The world stopped just as Mew came. He stilled, white hot cum spurting into his lover’s tightness, vision dimming for a moment as his climax rocked him. Then he started thrusting again, albeit weaker this time, riding out his orgasm into the delicious heat that caused it until Gulf begged him to stop. “Please, no more, phi. I’m… it’s too much…”
“Sorry, sorry.” Mew kissed the boy’s back in apology.
He took a minute to catch his breath, and when his heartbeat started to slow down, Mew slowly pulled out of his boyfriend, making sure to watch the rivulet of cum that chased after his cock. Gulf’s knees gave out at the exact moment Mew released the hold on his hips. With a soft laugh, Mew reached down and rearranged his boyfriend into a more comfortable position facing up.
Gulf looked utterly fucked out.
“Good?” he mused.
“Always,” Gulf replied with a weak smile, arm flung across his sweaty forehead.
Mew stood to retrieve the blanket and his shirt from the floor. He used the shirt to wipe away the release from the couch, then his hand, and finally around his boyfriend’s hole. Gulf was already half-asleep by the time he was done. Mew manhandled him again into a sideways position and laid down beside him, covering their bodies with the blanket to shield their skin from the cold air blasting from the AC.
“Go to sleep, tua-eng. We’ll get dinner when you wake up,” Mew murmured into his lover’s ear.
“That sounds good,” replied Gulf, already half-way into dreamland.
Mew hummed and hugged him closer to his chest. They were both hot and sticky, but the shower can wait after they’ve taken at least a 30-minute power nap.
“Phi?”
“Hm?”
“Can we do that again?”
“Sex? Of course, I wouldn’t say ‘no’ to you.”
Gulf turned his head and opened his eyes slightly. “I mean the… you know, putting it in me when we’re not really having sex.”
“Yeah, I’d love that.” Mew kissed his cheek, but when he made no move, Gulf ground his ass back against the older man’s flaccid cock.
“Oh, like now?”
Gulf smiled and turned his head again so he was facing forward. “Yes, phi.”
Mew’s outrageous stamina could sometimes be a curse for Gulf’s body, but it was more often a blessing. Gulf was reminded of that fact when Mew stroked himself hard in record time.
“You’re insatiable, you know that?” Mew commented as he hiked Gulf’s leg over his own. He replaced himself into the boy’s pulsing heat, still loose and wet with cum. Gulf hummed in contentment, scooting backward until he got himself comfortable, and Mew slid an arm over his stomach to hug him. He could get used to this.
“You’re not going to make this into a habit, are you?” Mew questioned him with a teasing tone.
But Gulf was already asleep, blissed out with the warmth inside and around him. Mew chuckled fondly and closed his eyes as well, the last conscious thought in his mind being the idea of fucking his boyfriend awake after this well-deserved nap.