Inspo pic in the media 🥰

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Mew barley saved his head from getting a concussion. Caused by the force Gulf cornered him between his arms, he could have been in the hospital right now.  

“You must be knowing by now, how much I love kissing you on set. I thank TharnType's horny asses for it every day.” 

The way Gulf whispered these seductive dipped words to him. With those round brown orbs maintaining contact with his own crescent ones, 
the way he kneed his half hard erection, the way his swollen lips parted in between breaths, 
made Mew really consider the hospital visit right now. 

Both of them were filled with the want for each other. But Gulf? he was going crazy because of it. 

“Something tells me this feisty kitten ain't gonna calm down.” Mew said with a smug. Filled with pride on how needy Gulf was being for him.

Gulf traced his finger from Mew's forehead to his lips, “Not until this kitten gets wrecked by his Phi just the right way he deserves.” Gulf played the pouting card. Arms which were around Mew caging him, were now on his shoulder almost hugging him. 

“I did so good at the scene Phi, aren't you gonna reward me?” ending his trick with a pout bigger on by his lower lips made Mew let all hell loose. 

The way Mew bit his pout in, the way he sucked those plump chestnuts. It's a wonder they didn't bleed. 

Well, if Mew wanted they could have.

He honestly loved the way Gulf moaned when Mew sucked on his sinful bruises.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do that right now. 

They just got finished with the scene, trying to have some alone time in the dressing room. 

Not to forget they still had a lot to shoot. But at the same time, this shooting was the only moment they would be seeing each other all day, as they had scheduled afterwards. 

That's why Mew indulged Gulf's cravings right now and returned them with the same force.

“My tua-eng deserves all the rewards in this word.” Mew said as he ghosted Gulf's lips after he had sucked them to the oblivion. 

His eyes were hazy and his brain was on the high of this pleasure and want. Gulf didn't want to role play anymore. For him, the shoot and techno's cock blocking in the scene was enough of the role play.

 To Gulf, every moment before they hit the sheets was low-key a role play. 

“I can't anymore Phi. Just take me.” Gulf breathed out on the ghosted lips.

Mew almost worked on his instincts of bending him around and fucking the day lights out of him. But controlled over it,
his nong still needed to work through the day. 

He manhandled Gulf into his arms, up in the air and against the wall. Just the way Gulf liked it.
Gulf was sure one day he would cum from his Phi Mew's manhandling alone.

With one hand he held his half hanging Bii, while the other rubbed all over his sensitive points. 

Even though Gulf wasn't ticklish, when it came to sensual touches he was sure heightened. 
Especially shivering under those cold rings that played with his hot bordered skin.

Letting his fingers move as they wish Mew focused more on the lips. He focused more on the way his tongue was playing inside his Gulf's mouth, he focused more on the way Gulf moaned onto the kiss, fully submitting to him.

He loved how Gulf could make him forget all about existence And make him focus only on his lips. 

Gulf clawed Phi's back as he felt his hand playing around his V-line. Palming his crotch. He finally felt like losing himself in this pleasure to feel it all. 

“Tirak please-”

*knock knock*

Mew stopped all his moments making Gulf whine. 

*knock* 

Placing Gulf down he reached for the door. Gulf was about to stop Mew from checking and just finish off with him quickly. But before he could act on his wishes, he heard Mew talking to someone. 

After the convo ended, Mew huffed in disappointment. He should have expected this.

“Times up. We need to shoot now.” Mew turned around to face Gulf and wished he didn't. Cause seeing the angry kitten face almost made him shit his pants. 

“I hope a bitch is ready to be skinned alive, cause I'm nowhere in the HELL ready to sleep blue balled today.
S

omeone gotta pay for the consequences.” 

Mew visibly gulped and made his way out, scared for his life. 

Gulf followed him. His figure slouched down in disappointment, face angered up in killing intent. 

Everyone out of the dressing room audibly gasped as they saw their Baby kana with a distressed look. 

One of the crew members asked what happened. To which Mew just funnily pouted hiding his prayers for everyone inside the room. 

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Moral of the story is :

Don't play with fire 🐱 🔥 🌻