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Unexpected
Mew
Has there ever been a moment in your life where something happens, it was never planned, totally unexpected but somehow it brings everything into focus? In that one moment, everything just centres.
This was that moment for me.
I felt whole.
I found something I never knew was missing and somehow deep down I knew it was gonna kill me when it inevitably leaves.
Yielding control was new for me but it felt perfect like this is exactly where I was meant to be.
I held my breath as I gave Gulf complete control over me, there was no turning back now.
Gulf smiled at my whispered plea and in that smile, I saw a promise. A promise of what is to come, a promise to use my body however he saw fit, a promise to wring every ounce of pleasure from me, a promise to leave me devastated and broken but I don't care I can't think of anything else in this world that I would rather have than this. Gulf brought his face closer to mine and hovered over my lips and said “Please what? Please can mean anything you know Phi. It can mean please more...or it can mean please stop.”
He stilled his finger, brushed his lips against mine and whispered: “Do you want me to stop Phi?”
My entire body screamed no but I had no words, my entire vocabulary just packed the fuck up and left me stranded, the only thing I could manage was feeble shaking of my head.
I grabbed on to his biceps as he started a slow, languid motion inside me. I felt the nerves all over my body come alive tingling with excitement, the anticipation was killing me. He brushed his lips against mine again this time stopping to give me a brief kiss before he whispered: “Do you like this Phi or do you want me to go faster?”
I nodded then shook my head and then I nodded again, totally and completely lost in the sensations that he was eliciting from my body.
I heard his words but I didn't understand what he was saying because he was taking me back to the edge, back to where I wanted to be, where I needed to be. I held on to him for dear life because I knew that if I dared to let my grip slip if even for a second, my soul would have left me. My breath hitched as he continued to fling me forward with the torturous rhythm, never breaking eye contact with me, all while biting his beautiful lips.
“Pleaaaassssseeeeeee!!” the weak plea tore from my lips as I felt myself getting lost in the moment. Suddenly he stopped, looked at me and smirked: “Please what Phi?”
Fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He’s trying to kill me, isn't he? He has to be! Wouldn't it be more humane to just shoot me and end it all?
“This is why we have words Phi, we use them to give clear directions so we can avoid all this unnecessary confusion,” he kissed me and started his ministrations all over again this time speeding up and slowing down intermittently.
“Tell me you want me to take you,” he whispered.
“Mmmmmmmhhhhhnnnnn.”
“Tell me you want to feel me buried deep inside you.”
“Fuck!!!!”
“Tell me that you want to be trembling beneath me,” he said, increasing his speed.
“Gulf please” I whined.
“That's it Phi, say my name like it's the only prayer you will ever need,” he said gruffly and that was what broke through the fog in my mind, why did it sound like that? I looked down and saw that he had taken his cock into his hand and was syncing the rhythm to that of the hand inside me. I shit you not that was the most mouthwatering sight I’ve ever seen in my entire fucking life.
It gave me strength.
I slid a hand up to grab on to his hair and forced out “Make me yours Gulf.”
“Fuck” he said then took my lips in a bruising kiss, pulling out his fingers to use his hand to reach for the lube. He broke the kiss and covered his cock with lube. I watched as he lathered his dick completely with firm strokes. He pulled the pillow from under my head and eased my hips up so he could slip it under me. I watched in horror and fascination as he lowered himself to my entrance and held my breath when he looked at me as if he was seeking final confirmation while he stalled at the entrance.
Not trusting my words, I placed my arms around his neck and pulled him into a slow kiss and poured everything that I couldn't bring myself to say into it. I felt the tension leave his body as he pushed passed my entrance, a jolt of pain lacing through me.
“Breathe Phi…. Fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck. You have to relax for me. You gotta let Nong take care of you,” he said, strained.
He started giving small kisses and whispering to me in between kisses seemingly trying to distract me from the pain.
It wasn't working.
Was this what my previous lovers felt? How is this even pleasurable for them?
Suddenly I felt him pinch my nipple hard and as my body tuned in to the new sensation he slid right in with a strangled noise coming from him.
“See,” he said resting his forehead on mine, “Now all I need you to do is relax… please. You have a death grip on my cock and I think it's blinding me.”
Laughter tore from my lips, I couldn't help it.
Gulf smiled down at me with soft eyes as I tried to contain my laughter, brushing the hair out of my face he whispered, “do you want me to stop?”
“No, it's fine.”
I felt him pull back and grabbed on to him, panicking, if he pulls out now this might never happen again and I don't think I want to live in a world where it doesn't.
“It's fine Gulf, I swear I can….. Nnnnnnnnnnngggggghhhhh!!!”
He surged forward, hitting my prostate head-on, sending my orgasm crashing into me. He rode me through it, whispering words to me that I never really heard. His rhythm was slow yet firm, hips snapping at the last minute that had my moaning with pure, unadulterated pleasure.
“Please...Faster….I need ittt!!” I begged.
Gulf groaned and said, “Phi is so tight, taking me like a good boy.”
He steadily increased his pace always hitting my prostate dead on.
“Fucking beautiful Phi, your entire body flushed because of me. This mine...You are mine.”
His rhythm became punishing. All I could do was hold on for dear life, my second orgasm rushing to me.
“Say it,” he said through gritted teeth.
I looked up at him, bewildered. Another moan tore from my lips as I got closer to my climax. Gulf held on to the base of my cock just as I was about to cum and growled: “Say it!”
“GULF!!!” I screamed. That seemed to have done the trick because he released my cock and slammed his hand on the bed beside my head.
He roared and kept pounding into me bringing tears to my eyes as he flung me the edge and into the abyss. In the distance, I hear someone growling my name in absolute pleasure before the darkness overwhelmed me.
The heat was overwhelming, drawing Mew from the depths of his dreams, he didn't want to wake up but this heat was suffocating. Aside from the heat, his body ached all over but somehow he felt sated, he was at peace, something he hadn't felt in a long long time. As he shifted he felt an arm tighten around him, holding him in place. "That explains the heat", he muttered to himself. He opened his eyes and looked around, breathing a sigh of relief when he noticed he was in his bedroom. Did he carry someone back to his apartment last night? He can't recall meeting anyone. He tried sitting up but the arm tightened again this time the person groaned and pulled him even closer. "P'Mewwwww stay", the voice whined. Mew froze. It couldn't be. Then it all came flooding back to him. Oh shit. The things he said, the things he had done and all the thing he had let him do to him. Mew looked down on the mass of hair on his chest instantly recognizable as he had longed to run his fingers through these locks. It couldn't be. Mew reached out and gently shook him by the shoulders. "Gulf?". He looked up and Mew found himself staring at a very sleepy, very cranky Gulf. "Yes, P'Mew?" Shocked Mew covered his eyes with his hands "Oh fucking hell!"