Love and Hate Collide

Fire♡

SPG ALERT❗

R-🔞

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☆☆☆☆☆☆☆FIRE☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

"Oh, f**k! A-ahhh!" Mew grinned and looked up, watching Gulf's reaction closely. The unmistakable look of lust was written all over his gorgeous face, making Mew's grin widen. Encouraged by the reaction he received, Mew continued with even greater intensity, refusing to look away as he watched every subtle change in Gulf's expression.

Mew was moaning while his mouth was filled with Gulf's healthy member. Every moan he would release, it send a double tingling sensation to Gulf, making him gone mad with too much pleasure.

He was horny as hell.

"Ohh, s**t! A-ahhh-f**k! That's it! That's it! Urghhh..."

Gulf's right hand reached for Mew's hair, gripping it whenever another wave of pleasure overwhelmed him.

He felt like he was on cloud nine, as though he had been transported to heaven. Everything about the moment felt incredibly intense, leaving him breathless and completely lost in the sensation. Mew's warm mouth made it even harder for Gulf to think clearly, and all he wanted was to remain close to him, unwilling to let the moment end.

"Your mouth feels so good! f**k!" Gulf exclaimed as he felt another intense sensation. He felt it it good. So good that he wanted not to let his manhood be out of Mew's sweet and warm mouth.

Mew took his time, pleasuring him with slow, deliberate movements, as though he were worshipping him. Everything about it felt unhurried and strangely romantic.

But for Gulf, the slowness had the opposite effect. He felt as though Mew was deliberately keeping him on edge. The longer it continued, the heavier and more intense the sensation became. He desperately wanted to reach the peak, but every time he thought he was close, Mew would stop and leave him breathless, pressing gentle kisses against his thighs instead.

"C--c*m, please--uhhh..." He pleaded and arched his back. He wanted to c*m badly. His voice was trembling.

"No mo--ahh... Ohhh. yeah... P-please no more, t---teasing..." His voice was even more trembling this time, with ecstasy.

"Please...." Gulf lift his face. Mew looked up and saw too much lust on it. Mew smiled and make his moves doubled.

This time, he moved faster than before. As if he was running for something that's need to be done as quickly as possible.

Mew became rougher and rougher as the intensity of the moment grew. He struggled to control himself, his breathing becoming heavier as he fought to contain the overwhelming sensation. Every movement revealed just how deeply affected he was, and the tension between them continued to build.

He pulled out his own length and massage it with so much need. His throbbing manhood was longing and begging for a pleasure. He wanted to bury it inside Gulf, but he loves doing foreplay.

Gulf saw Mew. He then reached the round chair and sat down.

Mew on the other hand was gobbling Gulf's erection and not minding what he was doing. He was busy devouring him, while playing with his.

While Mew was busy, he grabbed Mew's manhood and played with it. Mew looked at him.

"C-continue ohhh...ahhh.." Mew obliged and let Gulf pleasure him. He was facing Gulf, and Gulf lifted his butt a bit to reached Mew's length.

They were both screaming, moaning and groaning in pleasure.

"So great...." Gulf moaned loudly. "s**t! Harder...! harder Mew... Ahhh----ohhhh... Urghh f**k!.."

They were both cumming. He already tasted the pre-c*m of Gulf that was being mixed with his saliva. His eyes were close, he love it. Gulf tastes very delicious, he can't even let go.

Mew was nearing his own release as well. He repositioned himself, completely lost in the intensity of the moment. His movements became rougher and more urgent, while Gulf arched his body in response. With each passing second, the tension between them grew stronger until Gulf finally jolted, overwhelmed by the rush of sensation.

"f**k! Ohhhh... s**t!.. Mew-- a--ahhh-uh. Fuuuckk!"

Gulf cried out as the intensity of the moment overwhelmed him. Mew continued with increasing urgency, and the tension between them grew stronger with every passing second. Gulf's body trembled as the sensation became almost unbearable, leaving him completely breathless.

Gulf screamed and pull Mew's head to suck him even deeper. He release all his juices, while he was pleasuring Mew.

He doubled his pace, up and down, up and down, and everytime it reaches the tip, he would slightly pinched it, making Mew screamed in pleasure.

Moments later, Mew reached his own breaking point. Mew's juices reached Gulf's gaping mouth. To be fair, he lick his own lips and swallowed Mew's juices.

The intensity gradually subsided, leaving both of them exhausted and gasping for air. Their foreheads rested gently against each other, their eyes heavy and unfocused as they tried to regain their composure.

Neither of them spoke for a while. They simply remained close, their breathing slowly returning to normal. The silence between them felt strangely intimate, filled with the lingering warmth of what they had just shared. Mew gave Gulf a faint, tired smile, while Gulf closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the quietness of being together.

For those few moments, nothing else seemed to matter. There was only the warmth between them, their quiet breaths, and the unspoken understanding that they were not ready to pull away from each other just yet.

When their breathing finally began to even out, Mew slowly pulled away and quickly stood up. He went straight to the bathroom and splashed cold water onto his face, trying to calm himself down. He was planning to get a basin of water for Gulf when he suddenly noticed him standing behind him.

Mew looked at him through the mirror.

Gulf was staring back at him.

The silence between them felt heavy, almost intimidating. Yet Mew refused to look away. He held Gulf's gaze through the reflection, his heart beating faster as their eyes remained locked.

Slowly, Gulf stepped closer. He reached around Mew from behind and gently wrapped his arms around his waist. Mew stiffened for a moment, but he didn't pull away.

They continued looking at each other through the mirror.

Mew could still see the unmistakable desire in Gulf's eyes, but beneath it was something softer-something that made his chest tighten.

Neither of them spoke for a moment.

Then Gulf leaned closer and whispered against his ear.

"Let's date."

Mew's eyes widened slightly as he stared at their reflection.

For a moment, he didn't know how to respond. After everything that had just happened, those three simple words were the last thing he expected to hear.

But somehow, they made his heart race even faster.

Mew blinked twice, then pointed at himself in disbelief.

"Me?" he asked.

Gulf closed his eyes and nodded. "Yes. Surprised?"

A playful smile tugged at the corner of Gulf's lips before he leaned forward and kissed Mew lightly on the shoulder, deliberately teasing him.

"Why?" Mew asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He was confused. Everything had happened so suddenly that he didn't know what to make of it.

"Don't ask me why. Come on, let's get dressed. I'm hungry."

Gulf pulled away and started toward the door, but Mew's reflexes were quick. He reached out and caught Gulf by the right arm.

"Stop playing with me," he said in a cold, low baritone.

Before Gulf could respond, Mew released him and walked out of the bathroom first.

Mew was doubting him.

It had all happened too suddenly. One moment, they were caught up in the intensity of the moment, and the next, Gulf was asking him to date. How could he simply believe him that easily?

Not now. Not yet.

"What's wrong with you?"

Gulf grabbed Mew's arm and pulled him back, then caught him by the collar. Only moments ago, they had been close and affectionate, and now Mew was suddenly acting like a completely different person.

"I'm just tired."

Gulf stared at him, clearly unconvinced. He shook his head.

He knew Mew was only making excuses.

"Tired, my ass! Talk to me, damn it!"

He shook Mew lightly and pulled him closer, demanding an explanation. But Mew remained silent. He didn't say a single word. He simply stared directly into Gulf's eyes, his expression unreadable.

The silence only made Gulf angrier.

"Fine!"

Gulf abruptly released his collar and pushed him back slightly.

"If that's what you want, then f**k it!"

He turned around and immediately stormed into his room, slamming the door behind him.

He was pissed.

He was annoyed.

And, more than anything, he was frustrated.

"What the hell is wrong with him?" Gulf muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair.

He couldn't understand how everything had changed so quickly.

One minute, they were perfectly fine.

The next, Mew was shutting him out.

What the heck was going on with him?

10:45 p.m.

He let out a long, frustrated breath and sat up.

He had been tossing and turning for what felt like hours. No matter how many times he changed positions, pulled the blanket over himself, or closed his eyes tightly, sleep refused to come.

Annoyedly, he ran both hands through his hair before finally standing.

He desperately wanted to sleep. He had an early class tomorrow, and he knew he would regret staying awake this late.

"f**k this."

With that, he stormed out of his room and walked straight toward Mew's room. He turned the doorknob and, thankfully, it wasn't locked.

He slowly pushed the door open.

The room was dark and quiet, illuminated only by the faint light coming through the curtains. His eyes immediately landed on Mew, who was peacefully lying on his bed.

Gulf stepped inside and carefully closed the door behind him.

Mew was wearing a thin white sleeveless shirt. Somehow, even in his sleep, he looked annoyingly attractive. His arms were exposed, his muscles relaxed as he slept, and for some ridiculous reason, Gulf found himself wanting to be wrapped in those arms.

He sighed.

He knew something had been bothering Mew earlier. The sudden change in his mood hadn't escaped him. Mew had been unusually quiet and distant, and although Gulf pretended not to notice, he had been thinking about it ever since.

Slowly, he approached the bed.

He sat down carefully near Mew's chest and studied his sleeping face. His expression softened.

Gulf lifted his hand and gently caressed Mew's cheek. His fingers traced the curve of his jaw before moving upward and brushing through his hair.

"I don't know why I have these feelings for you," he whispered.

Mew didn't move.

Gulf smiled faintly.

Even while sleeping, Mew looked annoyingly fresh. It was almost unfair.

"I hated you," he continued quietly. "But somehow, I just woke up one day and realized I wanted to be with you."

He chuckled under his breath and gently pinched Mew's cheek.

He couldn't believe himself.

He was sitting beside a sleeping man, admiring his face and calling him adorable.

Him.

Gulf.

The same person who used to get irritated by everything Mew did.

If Mil ever found out about this, he would probably laugh at him for the rest of his life.

"I had the chance to escape from you," Gulf continued. "Well, you gave me that chance. But I chose to come back."

His fingers slowly moved from Mew's cheek to his hand.

"To you. To your... our nest."

He smiled at the correction.

"And now you're sulking like a d**k. I'm not good at coaxing people, you asshole. This is all new to me."

He stopped caressing Mew's face and gently took his hand instead.

Their fingers intertwined.

Gulf stared at their joined hands for a moment before smiling.

It fit.

That simple thought sent an unfamiliar warmth through his chest.

He never imagined that holding someone's hand could make his stomach flutter.

"You and me," he whispered. "We're both men, but I still have this feeling that I want to stay with you."

He smiled again.

"I don't know where this is going. I don't even know what the hell I'm doing. But I know I don't want to leave."

He continued playing with Mew's fingers, completely unaware that the supposedly sleeping man had heard every single word.

Mew's heart pounded.

All the doubts he had been carrying earlier disappeared in an instant. They dissolved into thin air, leaving only warmth in their place.

He had been wrong.

Gulf wasn't playing with his feelings.

He wasn't simply teasing him or enjoying the attention.

The realization made Mew's heart ache in the sweetest way.

When it came to Gulf, he was hopelessly weak.

If being vulnerable meant being a fool for this man, then he would gladly wear the crown.

Slowly, Mew opened his eyes.

His fingers tightened around Gulf's intertwined hand.

Gulf immediately froze.

His eyes widened.

His entire face turned bright red.

Even his ears were practically burning.

"You're awake?"

Mew smiled.

"I'm sorry," he said softly.

Gulf stared at him, embarrassed beyond words.

"I was doubting you. I thought you were just playing with fire with me."

Gulf scoffed and lightly hit him on the chest.

"Ow."

The hit hadn't been hard, but Mew still rubbed the spot dramatically.

"You're sulking over nothing? Stupid."

Gulf looked away.

"And what are you laughing about?"

Mew chuckled.

"I just... you know..."

He shrugged and puckered his lips playfully.

"I thought."

Gulf raised an eyebrow.

He looked like a spoiled brat who had just been caught doing something embarrassing.

"I'm sorry," he finally muttered. "We're okay now?"

The apology sounded far from sincere.

Mew laughed softly.

"Yes. We're okay." Gulf nodded.

He pulled their intertwined hands toward himself and rested his cheek against the back of Mew's hand. Then, without another word, he carefully climbed onto the bed and settled himself against Mew.

He rested his head on Mew's chest.

Once he was comfortable, he let out a huge yawn and closed his eyes.

"Let me sleep like this."

His voice was hoarse and heavy with sleep.

Mew smiled.

"Okay. Good night."

Half-awake, Gulf hummed in response and nodded.

Before completely drifting off, a small smile appeared on his lips.

So this was what it felt like to have someone to care about.

Someone to worry about.

Someone to stay for.

Someone to fall for.

So f*****g gay.

He almost laughed at himself.

But he loved the feeling anyway.

Mew smiled down at him and pressed a gentle kiss against his temple. He wrapped one arm around Gulf and pulled him closer, making sure they were both comfortable.

He never thought this day would come.

Gulf and him, lying in each other's arms.

For so long, Mew had only been able to look at him from afar. He had never imagined that one day he would be allowed to hold him freely, without fear of being rejected or pushed away.

Now, Gulf was here.

In his arms.

Trusting him.

Mew closed his eyes with a contented smile.

For the first time in a long while, everything felt right.

And together, they drifted into their dreams.

"i***t! I told you to finish him!"

Mew's eyes snapped open.

The warmth disappeared.

The peacefulness vanished.

He was no longer lying beside Gulf.

He was standing alone in a dark room.

His father stood before him, furious.

"I want you to finish him!"

Mew lowered his head and accepted every harsh word thrown at him.

He didn't move when his father struck him.

He simply stood there like a statue, enduring the punches and kicks.

"I gave you this task five years ago!" his father shouted. "Five years! And you still haven't finished him!"

Mew gritted his teeth.

"I'm f*****g tired of waiting for your empty promises!"

Mew remained silent.

His father was right about one thing.

He hadn't finished him.

But it wasn't because he couldn't.

He could.

He simply refused to.

There was another reason behind everything he had done.

Another plan.

Another agenda that his father knew nothing about.

For now, all Mew could do was make another promise.

Another lie.

A sad smile appeared on his wounded lips.

"I promise, Father. I'll finish him."

His father suddenly grabbed his shoulder and shook him.

"Do you hear me?"

Mew slowly lifted his head.

His father's eyes were filled with anger and an eagerness for destruction. There was something almost demonic in them.

Mew barely recognized him anymore.

The loving and caring father he once knew had disappeared.

"I changed, Father," Mew thought bitterly.

But he didn't dare say it aloud.

"Yes, Father," he answered coldly.

His father laughed.

Then, as if suddenly satisfied with his son's answer, he tapped Mew's shoulder.

"That's my son!"

He walked toward the door.

Before leaving, however, he stopped and glanced back.

His expression had become calm again.

"Don't disappoint me."

The door slammed shut.

Silence filled the room.

Mew released a long breath and collapsed onto the couch nearby.

His entire body felt exhausted.

Numb.

Dream. He thought. He took a deep breath and brushed his own hair using his long soft fingers.

He hated this life.

He hated being trapped between his father's expectations and the truth he could never reveal.

But what else could he do?

Nothing.

He closed his eyes. Then he remembered his brother. Instantly, anger surged through him. His hand clenched into a fist before he slammed it against the center table.

"I must kill you," he whispered through gritted teeth.

"You motherfucker."

He struggled to catch his breath. His chest rose and fell rapidly as anger and pain consumed him.

Finally, he stood and opened the drawer beside the couch. His fingers searched through it until they found a small picture frame.

He pulled it out.

Inside was a photograph of someone he had never truly been able to forget.

His expression softened.

He touched the photograph gently, the anger in his eyes replaced by something almost tender.

"Wait for me," he whispered.

He pressed a gentle kiss against the frame. Then he closed his eyes. For now, it was still a secret. The promise he had made to his father was only a lie.

But the promise he had made to himself? That was one he intended to keep.

He glanced at his bed and saw Gulf sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of everything that had happened. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips before he scoffed and shook his head.

"You'll see."

Author's 📝:

"The silence between them felt warm, and the moment belonged only to the two of them-----?"

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~EDZA♡🖊