Forget Me Not

Chapter Thirty-Three

"I want to stroke your cock until your so hard, you can barely think," Korn added and Mew moaned loud and long even though he hadn't done anything yet. So that when he did in fact follow through on his promise, Mew was already hard and leaking. His response was so intense, Korn feared he might come from the gentle touch even though he was still mostly dressed.

"Should I kiss you? Would you let me inside you like that, so I can taste every nook and cranny of your mouth?"

Mew didn't answer, he acted. Fusing their mouths. Licking and sucking and biting Korn's lower lip when he tried to pull away. Mew pushed him back until he was lying flat on the bed. Momentarily distracted, he stared at him like he didn't know what to do. Then he reached for his clothes, undoing his buttons and zipper slowly. Lingering at every spot so Korn was fully aware of his hands on him instead of his clothes coming off.

Korn was hard as a rock. His hard-on bobbed free when Mew pulled off his underwear. Mew took his cock into his mouth without preamble leaving Korn breathless from the sudden onslaught.

"No...I can't. I want..."

"I love it when you are so far gone...it's hot," Mew said with a self-satisfied grin.

Korn wasn't having any of that. He felt the need to atone and that wouldn't happen if he was too busy losing his mind to everything Mew did to him. It was his turn to make Mew lose his mind. To watch Mew lose control.

He pulled off his underwear. Pushing up the shirt and teasing his nipples, biting the sensitive flesh of his side, licking a trail to his cock and sucking him until Mew was begging incoherently. It didn't matter what he wanted; Korn would give him everything he needed and he would just have to take it.

It was so easy to stretch and fill him up. But there was no way to stop himself from reacting to the grip of Mew's hot, tight ass around his hard cock. Mew was sweating but Korn wouldn't let him take off the shirt and that just added a whole other layer of sensation against both their overheated skin.

"Look at me," Korn insisted when Mew's eyes drifted shut.

Their eyes locked even as Korn continued his deep, hard thrusts. Mew did his best to keep up. Wrapping his legs around Korn's waist to give himself some leverage. Holding him close so he could kiss him over and over again. Korn could see the struggle to obey his instructions or react to the feelings coming up out of him.

He knew because he felt the same way.

Everything felt deeper; more intense. There was a new ingredient to their lovemaking. Maybe it had to do with letting other people know they were together. Perhaps it was the fact that he was no longer second-guessing himself—doubting Mew and what they had together. Whatever it was, it felt like an aphrodisiac that turned desire into an insatiable need, and their shared pleasure into a drug he would gladly grow addicted to.

Once had not been enough.

The second time had been much slower. Holding each other close as their bodies rocked against each other. Kissing and touching and trying to get closer as they found release and fell asleep in each other's arms.

There was a subtle difference in their relationship that neither was willing to acknowledge. Not when Mew drove him to the airport without asking if he had another plan. Not when they walked to his terminal hand in hand with no concern for the people around them. Their goodbye hug took so long because neither of them could stand to let go. And when he turned to leave, it hurt like it never had before.

They had talked almost every night since Korn returned to Chiang Mai. It's not like they were deep or profound conversations, they were a necessity neither of them could go long without.