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Mew was happily drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited for the red light to turn green in the busy streets of Bangkok, humming to the last notes of the song when he heard a chime coming from his phone. He reached for it, fishing the iPhone out from the confines of the pocket of his jeans, and unlocked his phone.
At the same time that Mew pressed the notification that said "gulfkanawut added to his story" the car"s stereo gave him a notice for the next song.
You"re listening to the Golden Age of Hip Hop. Only on Spotify.
(you can put it on repeat if you want to, *wink wink*)
Gulf just posted an Instagram story of the sun with a crown emoji on it.
Mew stared at his phone with a smirk on his face, amused by the sight in front of him. He immediately knew that Gulf was somehow thinking about him, for almost everyone in the world knew that Mew is his sun. Whatever the reason that Gulf posted something as loud as this, a surge of happiness came flooding into Mew"s stomach, disturbing the butterflies inside it.
And aside from the happiness filling his system—he could not help but get turned on by Gulf"s loud gesture.
They were separated for a few days because of Gulf"s hectic schedule, since the younger needed to rehearse for the upcoming Boyfriends Concert—and those days of not having Gulf beside him on their love lair made Mew yearn so much for his boyfriend"s presence.
The delicious pain of the throbbing member inside his pants, along with the stereo blasting a lewd music from one of his hidden playlists—the loud drops of the beat acting as fuel to the man"s hunger, did not help Mew in trying to cease the hot need growing inside him.
It was too late for him to turn back when Mew realized that he immediately stepped on the gas when the light turned green and took a U-turn and sped towards the studio where Gulf was doing his rehearsals.
It was too late for Mew to retreat on his steps when he realized that he already got out of his car as soon as he arrived at the dance studio.
Too late to turn back when his hand was already reaching for the doorknob, twisting it open, and barged inside the rehearsal room.
"Since you did so well, we"ll stop here so you can take a rest before the concert starts later---" a female choreographer said while doing slow appreciative claps with her hands, but stopped at her tracks upon seeing Mew at the entryway. She then exclaimed, a hand landing on her chest in surprise. "Aow! Khun Mew! What a pleasant surprise!"
All Mew did was offer a slight bow and wai for his whole attention was fixated on the tall frame of a man approaching his proximity with a shock-filled face.
"Phi? What are you doing here?" Gulf asked him when he was just mere inches away from Mew. "Aren"t you supposed to be home?"
Yet instead of answering Gulf"s questions, Mew did nothing but grab the younger"s hand and pulled him out of the room—leaving the choreographers and the staff with their confusion behind. Gulf remained silent even when his boyfriend did not answer any of his questions and opted in trying to keep up with his faen"s long strides, as Mew tried to look for a spare room around the building. As soon as he pried the door of an empty rehearsal room, Mew dragged Gulf inside with him, shutting the door close and turning the knob locked.
"Phi? What"s wrong?" The younger asked in a soft tone, his face masked with concern as he noticed Mew"s heavy breathing. "Are you alright?"
"N--" Mew tried to say something but he was stilll trying to catch his breath, as if he came from an hour-long marathon. He bowed his head to the ground for a second, willing everything in him to ebb the white hot need in him—in which he failed. The older shut his eyes closed, his grip on Gulf"s wrist tightening but not to the point of hurting him. "No... I"m not fine, Gulf."
"Alai?" Gulf crossed the distance between their bodies and reached for his boyfriend checkin on him with utmost concern. "What"s wrong, Ti-rak, na? Are you hurt? What happened to you? Please look at me, Phi." Gulf said without pause, his voice filled with worry as he planted his arm on Mew"s shoulder, urging the older to look at him.
It took Gulf about a minute of convincing Mew before the older finally gave in and raised his head yet his eyes were still closed, Mew"s breathing still labored. Gulf grew more worried at the sight of his boyfriend, looking all pained and hurt.
"Phi... look at me, please. Tell me what"s wrong," Gulf begged Mew with an uneasy tone.
A few seconds passed, before Mew finally complied. He pried his eyes open and stared directly into Gulf"s eyes, and Gulf had not managed to stifle the gasp that has escaped from his mouth when he saw his faen"s expression.
There was a thick veil of lust that Mew"s dark orbs wore, his face had a pained expression in it.
Mew"s nostrils were flaring, his plump lips parted as he struggled to even his breathing.
"Mew..." was the only thing that came out of Gulf"s mouth, his face heating up. He did not know how to react, he was struck dead with how sensual Mew gazed upon him. Gulf gulped, tried to form a sentence inside his brain but failed.
"I want you, Gulf," Mew rasped before uttering a curse under his breath, his hands forming fists as he fought the urge to jump on his faen. "A few days without you on my bed, fuck. It drove me crazy. And then that Instagram story of yours, dammit. That cut the last straw of my patience, Gulf.
If I"m not inside you any minute from now, I might die."
And suddenly, Gulf felt like he was deprived of oxygen.
Gulf panted as every syllable seeped through his skin, the tingling sensation crawled from his neck—the hairs on his nape standing up in attention—down to the growing bundle of desire trapped in his pants.
A huge lump was forming in his throat, and Gulf balled his palms into fists as he tried to swallow it and call out to his faen. "Mew... Mew, I--"
But before Gulf could say something, Mew had already pulled him—shoving him to the nearest wall and pressed his body against him. He was a bit taken aback by the action, but the minute that Gulf had recovered from being startled—he became very aware of the scorching heat emanating from the man whose face now only a breathe away from his.
"Feel me, Gulf," Mew said, his voice so hoarse and thick with need. "Feel how much I crave for you."
What Mew did next almost made Gulf faint.
The older pressed his body against Gulf, particularly his lower body, and though there were thick layers of clothing blocking the way—Gulf could clearly feel Mew"s throbbing hardness grinding against his.
The younger"s breath hitched. Gulf could feel the fire being ignited inside of him, the urge to let Mew do his ways to him was getting stronger as Mew ground harder on him. "Fuck, M-Mew..." Gulf breathed out, cursing under his breath, his grip on the older"s arm tightening.
"W--... We can"t do this h-here, nnghh."
But Mew acted like he could not hear anything. Instead, he ran a heated palm from Gulf"s arm and made its painfully slow way up to the crook of Gulf"s neck, Mew"s thumb pressing gently on the soft skin.
"No, Gulf. I want you. Here. Now," Mew croaked out before leaning in to drown Gulf in a passionate kiss.
The younger moaned into the kiss as Mew pressed into him more, his lower body shivering by the contact. His self-control was wearing thin, and as much as he wanted to stop Mew from doing whatever he wants—deep inside, Gulf yearned so much for his faen"s touch, too.
Mew pried Gulf"s mouth open with his tongue, and snaked the hot rod inside—tasting Gulf, consuming him. This made Gulf let out a series of moans, where were all swallowed by Mew"s intrusion. Gulf"s grip on his faen"s arm tightened even more as he felt a hand tug on the hem of his shirt before diving inside, infecting Gulf with the scorching heat coming from Mew"s palm.
Throwing all of his inhibitions out to the window, Gulf raised his other hand and let it land on the confines of Mew"s locks of hair—tugging on them, pulling Mew closer, urging his faen on. This made Mew let out a low groan, the sound sending shivers up to Gulf"s spine.
"Nnnghh, Mew..." Gulf rasped as Mew broke away from the kiss, his head unconciously leaning in to Mew"s direction as his lips wanted to be claimed once again.
"Yes, Mew... take me."
Mew did not waste any time.
He leveled his face with Gulf, the louds moans and incoherent words were swallowed in a hot fiery kiss. Mew moved closer to him, pinning Gulf against the cold wall with his huge frame. The younger melted into his faen"s arms, and let Mew deepen the kiss.
The older"s groans of approval from Gulf"s actions reverberated with his own cries of pleasure as Mew’s hand went inside his shirt. The heat flowed from Mew"s palm to every inch of the younger"s skin where Mew was touching. Gulf"s hips rolled involuntarily, which made Mew groan even louder, and the younger let out a yelp as Mew pushed the bulge of his erection to his own hard member between his legs.
"Mew~"
His faen"s name slipped out of his mouth in a moan as he succumbed to the sensation, while Mew"s lips left his and travelled up to the crown of Gulf"s earlobe.
Gulf unconsciously tilted his head to the side as Mew planted a series of hot kisses from his ear down to his neck, in order to accommodate his faen"s head and to urge him to do more. His kisses only fueled the fire inside the younger"s body, and he squirmed as he asked for more contact from Mew.
The younger grew hot and feverish as Mew"s hand roamed around his body under his shirt, until Mew pulled the clothing up to strip him naked. Mew"s hands were busy in pulling and tugging Gulf"s sweatpants along with his boxers down—the younger now a panting mess in his birthday suit.
Mew stopped in his tracks and admired the view in front of him, the desperation in Gulf"s eyes—begging him to do more made him harder. "Fuck, you look so hot right now," Mew praised him.
He then began unbuttoning the first four buttons of his button-down polo as Mew kneeled in front of Gulf, his faen"s pulsating member greeting him in the face. Gulf"s breathing became more labored, his hand instantly reaching for Mew"s hair—and boy did he moan so loud when without a warning, Mew wrapped a heated palm at the base of his cock and leaned his face down to take in the younger"s cock inside his mouth.
"Aaaannghh," Gulf chanted and dragged the lower lip between his teeth, calling Mew"s name again and again, bucking his hips to push himself further into the hot crevice. "Mewww, fuuuuckk."
Mew let his left hand travel from Gulf"s knees, feeling and kneading the flushed skin, and made its way up to the back of Gulf"s thighs—hoisting one leg up and resting it on his shoulder, giving him more access to Gulf"s privates.
The younger did not know what to do anymore. Gulf was drowning in the sea of pleasure, and Mew was pulling him deeper.
The way Mew bobbed his head down to take the entirety of his length into his heated mouth, the hot and wet pad of his tongue swirling around his dick smearing the saliva around, one of Mew"s hands gripping on the side of Gulf"s thigh holding him in place while the other was kneading and carressing one globe of Gulf"s plump ass—all of it was too much for Gulf. His faen was driving him crazy, and he let Mew knew how intoxicated he feels at the moment by letting out moans and groans after pleas and cries.
"D-Daddy, I"m close... nnnghhh," Gulf breathed out, his grip on the locks of Mew"s hair tightening. "More.. more... yessssss."
Gulf hissed in a euphoric bliss as Mew picked up his pace, moving his head up and down faster, sucking on the tip harder, his hold on Gulf"s ass tightening. Mew could feel that Gulf was nearing his orgasm, and before he could let Gulf taste the seventh heaven, he bobbed his head up—pulling away from Gulf"s throbbing cock with a loud pop that reverberated around the rehearsal room that they were currently in.
He did not even bother to hide his frustration, as Gulf let out a loud whimper. He was trying to guide Mew"s head back to his dick but Mew had pulled away from his grasp—standing up as he collected the drool on his lips with his tongue.
"I was about to cum, Mew," Gulf whined and tried to hold his own erection so that he could reach his orgasm, but Mew swatted his hand away.
"Give me more, Daddy. Pleeeaaase," he begged, almost sobbing.
"Oh, Gulf. We"re still far from done."
Gulf pried his eyes open in confusion, his vision a bit hazy from his eyes being closed shut for too long. As soon as his vision became clear, Gulf gazed upon Mew—who was reaching for something deep at the side pocket of his pants. Gulf began to pant again as he thought that maybe Mew was going to get a packet of condom—but what Mew pulled out of his pocket was too far from what Gulf had imagined.
The young man"s lips quivered in anticipation as he examined the thing that Mew was holding out in his palm. It was small, has a phallic shape on one end, more tapered as it reached the tip, and there"s a huge blue diamond on the other end—an anal plug.
Which is designed to either stretch one"s hole out.
But can also be used to keep something in.
"Since I can"t be there with you on your concert," Mew growled low as he began to remove his shirt using one hand. "I"m gonna make you feel me all throughout the night."
"B-but, Mew--" Gulf panted but was immediately cut off when the older advanced in on him.
Mew didn"t even give the young man a chance to catch his breathe as he tugged Gulf and turned him around—making Gulf face the cold hard wall. Gulf groaned at the harsh treatment of his faen, his subconcious shaking in excitement as Mew pulled on his waist. This made Gulf almost stand on his tiptoes and the round globes of his ass pushed out to the air.
The younger tried to crane his neck to the side so he could see what Mew was doing when he felt his Ti-rak"s strong arms pull away from him, and saw that Mew was fumbling with his own clothing, pulling the pants down. Mew was on commando, the glorious size of his erection was instantly on display and waving at Gulf, a luscious and shiny bead of precum coming out of the tip.
Gulf"s mouth watered, wanting to take a taste of it—but just like his faen, he can no longer wait for Mew to be inside him, ramming on his insides. He stared at Mew"s flushed face as the older unbuttoned the rest of the buttons of his shirt but kept it hung on his shoulders, his pectorals and strong abs on display.
"Phi, fuck me now pleeaase," Gulf whined, planting his sweaty palms on the hard concrete as he pushed his ass out more, begging his boyfriend for attention even when Mew"s heated gaze was fixated on him—the fire on Mew"s eyes growing as he witnessed the young boy"s movements. "I need you now, please."
"One minute your were hesitant, now you act like a needy whore."
Mew"s words were supposed to be disgusting, but it sounded like an anthem to Gulf"s ears. His subconcious doing body rolls, his lions clenching as Gulf digested every syllable like a full course meal.
"Please, Daddy. Fuck me now, please," Gulf half-sobbed and pushed his ass out even more. He is highly aware of how lewd his position looked, but he couldn"t een care less. Gulf wanted his faen"s dick, and he wanted it to be inside him. Now.
"With pleasure, baby."
Those were Mew"s last words to him before a strong hand tugged on his hair, making him face the ceiling and Gulf"s eyes rolled to the back of his head in the mixture of pain and pleasure from his scalp. The next thing he felt was a set of two thick and long fingers—which were wet from Mew"s saliva—pushing between the crack of his buttocks—sliding in to poke on his quivering hole. Mew"s digits pushed into Gulf without a warning, which made the older earn a loud cry from his faen.
"Fuuuckk, Mewwww," Gulf mewled in pleasure, his lips parting even more as his hole was being stretched wide by Mew"s fingers scissoring inside him—saliva coming out on the sides of his lip.
"So fucking tight," Mew let out a curse, adding another finger in and fastened the pace of his fingers as he spread saliva on both of his own lips. "I"m gonna make this hole ready to take me in, baby."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuckkk Daddyyyyy," the young boy didn"t bother to answer that filthy remark of his faen. Instead, he chanted as Mew"s fingers kept thrusting in and out of him, and then let out a long moan when Mew hit his prostate.
Gulf groaned in frustration, and tried to pull Mew"s fingers back inside him when they started to pull away, but he knew that the next thing coming is gonna give him much more pleasure than just those fingers.
The younger moved his head to watch what Mew was doing, and almost fainted at the sight of Mew positioning his cock in between the globes of his ass—parting the cheeks further with his hands.
His breathe hitched when the strong heated palms of his faen clung tight on his hips. He saw Mew leaning in to him, the heat of Mew"s breathe fanned on the crown of Gulf"s sensitive ears. Mew growled low to his ear before saying, "ready, baby?"
"Read-- FUUUUCKKK!!!"
Right when Gulf tried to answer his Mew in obediance—he screamed out a curse when without further notice, Mew slammed his cock deep into the young man"s waiting hole.
Both of Gulf"s thighs shivered, his knees almost giving up. It was a good thing that Mew"s hold on him was strong which he leaned on for support, for he might fall to the ground without them.
One of Gulf"s sweaty hands lost grip on the wall, and held on to Mew"s arms for more support as he turned his head to the side, watching the focused and smutty expression on his Ti-rak"s face. "M-Mew, f-fuck, don"t go too fast-- YES! RIGHT THERE!! AAAAANNNGGGHHH."
"No, Gulf. No slow fucking right now," Mew uttered out, picking up the pace but always making sure to hit Gulf"s sensitive spot. The older growled loud in pleasure upon feeling the tight walls of Gulf"s sex clamping around his dick, milking him.
And true to his words, Mew did not even slow down, not even for a bit. The older gripped tighter on Gulf"s hips, that sure would put a mark on his skin, as he pulled Gulf closer to him and pushed in to him deeper. Gulf did not even try to push back to meet his thrusts, for Mew was doing it for him, and it made Gulf let out louder and more obscene cries.
As absurd as it seems, Gulf could almost feel the tip of Mew"s cock reach his throat—almost choking him, along with the brutal fucking he"s receiving that was taking the younger"s ability to breathe.
"Yes, fuu-- yesss Daddyyy," the young man let out a strangled cry when Mew shoved him harder against the wall.
Gulf"s orgasm was so near he could almost taste it—the possibility of Gulf cumming with his throbbing member untouched skyrocketing—and he could feel that Mew was also about reach his own seventh heaven.
It was too long ago that Mew got lost in the sea of lust, and the tightness of Gulf"s hole as he rammed his insides didn"t help him in his carnal misery.
"Fuck, Gulf. I"m--"
And in just a few hard and deep thrusts that he did in and out of his Tua-eng"s heated crevice, his vision became white—his skin prickled in ecstasy, his balls tightened, his toes curled in the confines of his sneakers, his mouth letting out a loud roar.
"YEEESSSS!! FUUUCKK!!"
Mew"s voice resonated around the rehearsal room they were in, as jets after jets of white hot semen shot out of his engorged cock and filled Gulf"s hole up to the brim.
"Aaaanggghhh. Daddyyyy," was Gulf"s only answer as his subconscious jumped in the pool of euphoria upon feeling the hotness of his faen"s cum filling him up.
The younger"s corresponding moans to every hard thrusts that Mew did to empty out his load on Gulf was so loud that he feared of people hearing them from the outside even though the room was completely soundproof. "Yessss, Mewwww," Gulf hissed in bliss.
But then the cries slipping out of the young man"s lips becomes whines of frustration as Mew began to pull out of Gulf"s hole. His head snapped to the side and his hazy eyes tried to see what his faen was doing, and there he witnessed Mew taking out his now-limp cock from the confines of the younger"s anus.
As much as he wanted to bask in the view of Mew"s body damp with sweat and the sated expression on his face, Gulf had not reached his orgasm yet.
"Mewwww, what are you doing?" Gulf sobbed, almost in the verge of crying as he felt the tip of Mew"s dick leave his now-filled up cave.
He tried to keep Mew"s hand on his hips by gripping tight on it but the older was stronger so he easily pulled away from his grasp. "I haven"t even come yet, Mew. Don"t punish me, Daddy, please."
The older then mustered up a smirk despite his breathlessness, and immediately bent down to fetch the sex toy he dropped on the floor.
"The show starts less than an hour from now, baby," Mew said sheepishly between heavy pants as he strongly pushed Gulf back to the wall once again which made the latter squeal in surprise, his faen"s ass perched up in display—some of his load dripping from the young boy"s gaping hole. "You need to get ready for the concert now, babe."
"Then what about me?!" Gulf almost screamed in desperation. His voice full of whines, almost cracking as tears of frustration started to form on the sides of his eyes. "You can"t just leave me hanging, Mew. Please."
As much as the young boy wanted to just slide his hand down and make himself orgasm—his knees was too weak, and the only things that kept him from falling face first to the ground was his slippery palms planted on the wall and Mew"s firm hand on the small of his back.
"Mew, please-- ah!!" was all that Gulf could muster, his head thrown back as long and high-pitched moans escaped his mouth.
"Yes, Gulf. Aaah," Mew said close to Gulf"s ear, almost mocking as he mimicked his faen"s guttural moan. "I told you, I"m gonna make you feel it—I"m gonna make you feel me all night long."
One second ago, Gulf was about to cry from being deprived of his orgasm. But the next second after it, he was writhing in pleasure, the young man"s toes curling so tight as he felt full once more—but he knows that it wasn"t Mew"s cock filling him up once again. Gulf could feel the blunt tip of the butt plug almost poking on his prostate, the thick length along with Mew"s hot load filled him up completely.
"M-Mew..." the young boy called out to his faen, breathless, as he felt the strong palm leave his skin. Guld turned his head and saw Mew starting to fix his clothing. "N-no, Mew... y-you can"t do this to me. H-how will I be able to concentrate on the s-show with that plug inside me?"
Mew was finished fixing his pants and now buttoning his disheveled shirt as he offered a mocking gaze on his Tua-eng. Gulf slowly turned around as he tried to catch his breathe, leaning his back on the cold concrete for support.
"I know you can do it, baby," Mew answered with the prominent smirk on his face. Mew then picked up Gulf"s clothes and handed it to him, the young boy accepting the crumpled pieces of clothing with his shaking palms. "I need to go, and you need to get ready for the concert now."
"Jerk." Gulf cursed under his breath and Mew caught it, yet the young man was only rewarded with an amused laugh from his faen.
As soon as he calmed a bit down, Gulf hurriedly wore his clothes back on, slightly whimpering and his breathes quickening as he felt Mew"s cum stirring inside him along with the plug probing on the walls of his anus. Mew stood there watching him, amused and getting turned on again by the sight of Gulf struggling to compose himself. And the fact that Gulf is not just feeling full because of the plug but because of his cum was making him horny once again, yet he bit back the urge to shove the young man onto the wall once again.
When Gulf was done dressing up, he did not even throw a glance towards Mew, and started to walk out of the empty rehearsal room even when his knees were still shaking a bit—his face wincing in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort because of the fullness in his bakside.
"I"ll pick you up tonight, na?" Mew said in an amused tone, biting his lips back as he watched the young man turned his head towards the older"s direction, never saying anything but raising a hand to flip the bird on his Tee-rak.
As Gulf exited the room and tried to walk steadily towards the room where his team was probably waiting for him, the loud and hearty laughter coming from Mew on that rehearsal room followed him, annoying him even more.
At the whole duration of the Boyfriends concert, Gulf could not focus his attention on his surroundings. The goddamn plug kept him from moving too much.
In every move he made, the tip always probed on Gulf"s prostate, and the stirring hot cum inside him made him break cold rivulets of sweat. At the whole three hours of the show, Gulf was frustrated, hot, bothered, and horny. He was just praying that the other members of Boyfriends and everyone else did not notice the tent in front of his pants. It was also a good thing that he was able to deliver well during his performances, for he"ll sure get a good beating from his team if he didn"t do his best.
The young man was sitting on his chair as he waits for his team to finish packing their things, when he felt his phone vibrate beneath his palm on the table. Gulf picked it up and checked the notification, and saw that it was a text message from Mew. Blowing out a labored breathe, he swiped right and read what Mew sent him, and it says "I"m here in the parking lot. I"m waiting for you."
The moment that his brain processed what those two sentences meant, Gulf sprang up from his seat and humbly told his manager that he won"t be coming home with them. The young man did not even wait for P"Best"s response and ran towards the ajar elevator doors and pressed the lowermost button. He was gasping for air—both from the pleasure coming from the plug poking on his sweet spot and the desire to finally get his release.
Gulf felt like he had beaten the speed of light, as he half-walked and half-ran towards the familiar black sedan. Mew took sight of him and immediately opened the door beside him to get out of the vehicle, but the next series of events that had transpired shocked him.
As soon as the older pried the door open—Gulf pulled the car door with all his might with Mew losing grip of it. The young man then threw all of his reserve away and climbed onto Mew"s lap facing hi,. then bent to the side to shut the door close.
"Gulf, what are you--" Mew tried to ask the younger what he was doing, but was only cut off by Gulf"s hard tone.
"Shut up, Phi," he chimed as he struggled in removing his clothes, slightly standing up to be able to push his pants down. "I need my release, and I need it now. Not even you can stop me from getting it."
Mew was so dumbfounded that it took him a whole minute to process everything. Yet upon seeing his faen all sweaty, panting, and needy on his lap—with Gulf"s hips rolling aimlessly as the younger ground on his lap—the need to be inside his Tua-eng skyrocketed in an instant.
The one being pinned down on his seat panted at the sight before him, and cursed loudly as the glint of the diamond between Gulf"s ass cheeks began to wave at him. "Fuck, Gulf."
Gulf did not even wait for his Ti-rak to move, instead he was the one who led his own hands down to unbuckle Mew"s belt and unzip his fly to shimmy his faen"s cock which was growing hard at the moment. The younger did not even hesitate to throw a command towards Mew as Gulf gripped his throbbing member and rubbed it alongside his own.
"Put this damn thing inside me now and get that fucking plug out of me, Daddy. I need you," he said while rocking his hips to an aimless rhythm, holding the two cocks together with his sweaty palms—their aching members spewing out copious amounts of hot precum.
A deep chuckle rumbled on Mew"s chest as he planted his two strong hands on either side of Gulf"s waist and squeezed, eliciting a moan from his Tua.
"I can"t do anything but obey to your request, right, Gulf?" He mockingly asked as Mew withdrew one of his heated palm and pressed two fingers in front of Gulf"s lips.
The younger immediately complied and pried his mouth open, humming out a yes, slightly choking, as Mew smothered his own fingers with Gulf"s saliva. He then lowered those saliva covered digits between the young man"s legs and swirled it on the base of the plug which made Gulf let out a yelp as he felt the hot contact.
The younger was so lost in need, his eyes closed shut as he felt the tapered end of the plug leave his hole—the hot load of his faen from their previous endeavor flowing out of him, creating a trail of fire on the inside of his thighs, making him whimper in want.
"Fuck me now, Daddy, please," Gulf begged Mew, losing grip of their cocks and planting his hands on Mew"s shoulders for support.
"With pleasure, baby."
After letting out a groan, Mew palmed his cock for a few times as he tried to push back the orgasm just so he could last a little longer. The sight of Gulf all hot and needy above him riled him up so bad, that he feared he might just cum instantly when he"ll get his cock inside the gaping wet hole of his Tua-eng.
"This is going to be hard and quick, my love," Mew said with a smirk as he positioned his cock on Gulf"s anus. "Hold on if you must."
And hold on, he did.
Those were his faen"s last words before Mew slammed inside him, the huge hot cock of Mew filling him up in one go. It was so easy for Mew to just slide right in because of the help of the plug, and yet the moment that he thrusted deep inside Gulf—the younger"s walls clamped ever so tightly around him, choking his dick.
"Fucking hell, Daddyyy," Gulf whined in ecstacy, rocking his hips down to try and meet Mew"s ruthless fucking into his hole.
Their lecherous endeavor was making the car bounce up and down, but Gulf could not care less. He was trying to chase the release that was deprived of him, throwing all of his inhibition out the windows as he met Mew"s thrusts.
A light sheen of sweat covered Gulf"s face and the lewd expression on it was mirroring Mew"s, which made Mew let out a guttural groan and slammed so hard that Gulf"s whole body shook.
"Fuck, YES!" Gulf screamed. Drool came out at the side of his lips and tears of euphoria formed at the sides of his eyes as he succumbed to his faen"s brutal fucking. Because of being deprived of his own release, Gulf immediately began to taste the sweetness of his orgasm—sending his eyeballs to the back of his head as he rolled his hips involuntarily.
He did not even need for his cock to be touched, but when he felt a hot palm snake on his pelvis and grabbed on his dick—his mouth released a loud cry and threw his head back. "I"m cumming, Mew!! Fuck, fuck, fuck!!"
Mew was so damn close too, and he made Gulf feel it by picking up the pace—pounding in out of Gulf"s hole faster, deeper, harder. He hissed in pleasure when he felt Gulf"s nails dug on to the skin of his shoulders, fueling the hot white need inside him. "Cum for me, baby. I"m-- fuck --near, too," Mew growled.
It only took a one powerful slam of Mew"s cock onto his prostate for Gulf to be sent into overdrive—a long and high-pitched moan slipping between his chestnut lips as he released jets after jets of hot semen onto Mew"s chest and his, too. "FUUUUUCKKKK!!"
Mew did not stop his attacks on Gulf"s anus. He let Gulf ride his own orgasm as Mew chased his. A few hard thrusts in and out of his faen"s hole, and his growl reverberated around the confines of his sedan. "Fuuuuckkk, yessssss, Gulff."
He stayed his cock seated deep inside of Gulf"s heated crevice as he released his load inside him—his eyes pried open but only seeing stars. When his vision finally came back, a satisfied smile formed on the older"s lips when he saw how sated his faen looked after their intense fucking. He was still catching his breathe as he raised a hand to push back strands of Gulf"s hair that got stuck on his sweaty face.
Mew slowly pulled out of Gulf"s hole, and watched his own cum chase out after him—the hot white liquid coating the rim of Gulf"s stretched out hole, his semen painting the inside of Gulf"s thighs. The sight aroused him again, but he held it back for he knows that Gulf is tired after the concert.
He let Gulf compose himself, giving him a couple of minutes to come down from his high, pressing gently on Gulf"s arms and shoulders. When he noticed that Gulf"s breathing has eased down, he smiled sweetly at his Tua-eng before asking, "wanna go home now, Love?"
Gulf opened his mouth but could not find his voice, so he nodded his head slightly as a response. Mew chuckled lightly at his faen"s behavior before he helped him put Gulf"s clothes back on and guided him to the passenger"s seat—fixing his own clothes after he helped Gulf.
He tried to ask Gulf if he wanted to buy something before they go home but the younger was already fast asleep as soon as Gulf"s head hit the head rest of his seat. Mew could only smile at the sight of his faen now peacefully sleeping on the shotgun seat, before starting up the car and rode themselves back to their love lair.