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He knew all about it.
The long twitter threads and video compilations posted on the internet by their fans
Mew Suppasit is a Whipped man. They all say shoving clips of him indulging in Gulf's whims in everyone's faces like it's a holy experience.
The clips are real don't get him wrong, but he always feels like it's a little exagerate, it's not that deep he means to say, but his actions don't seem to match his opinion.
Gulf looks clueless, he's probably not but Mew is always up to let Gulf decieve him. He made that mistake when they first meet (will they ever get over that kiss?) and keeps on making it months later.
But who can blame him.
Gulf, gorgeous, tall and handsome Gulf. With his big eyes and tiny voice is able to break even the toughest man in half, all pretty smiles and prettier noises, like when he's sleepy and grumpy and even just standing there breathing. The fans can't do anything but try not to melt down like milky chocolate.
Mew can totally relate.
But still, he can't see it the way that waanjais do, he's just coincidently able to spoil Gulf a little bit.
Mew is certainly not whipped for Gulf Kanawut.
(We all know that this is bullshit, right? Just making sure)
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"You are such a whipped man it hurts my poor single eyes." Jom says for what seems the thousandth time to her brother, "like really phi, your schedule is a God's forgiven mess but you still drop everything when Gulf gives the slightest sign that he misses you."
She turns to their mom. "Was dad like this too or it's just this big baby?" Mama chuckles lightly while pating chopper's little head. "Stop teasing your brother." Then she turns to Mew's anxious face and sighs helplessly, like she doesn't know what to do with her clingy son anymore.
"Mew Suppasit, he can live without seeing you for a while, stop overworking yourself and take this time to rest and recharge." She softens her tone a little after the scolding. "Just call him or send him a message, okay?"
Mew refuses to admit that the noise he made was a whine, Jom will probably expose the lie dead on. She is so annoying, he'll made sure to give her favorite shoes for Chopper to chew later.
(In his defense adulting is hard okay)
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Mild is unimpressed.
Like really, he thinks eyeing Mew eating the vegetables on Gulf's plate because the later doesn't want to. Third wheeling is almost a second nature for him lately, but that's too much.
"Mew being whipped is something but this," he gestures vaguely to him spoon feeding Gulf, in the middle of the restaurant, "is ridiculous."
Gulf pulls a face and glare back to Mild. "You are ridiculous." and then he proceeds to stick his tongue out to his friend. Like a little shit.
Mild is even more unimpressed.
And Mew is, oh God, he looks like he's not even aware of the way that he's spoiling Gulf rotten. Mild is probbly going to kill someone. Preferably the couple being disgustingly in love right in front of his (literal) salad, he sighs looking at the way Mew's shirt stretch over his newly acquired muscles when he breaths and then at the sharp cutterly right beside him, what is there to lose?
(The answer is his dignity, but I'm not telling him)
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Master is whipped?
Chopper ponders while chewing on one of his favorite toys, he doesn't know what that word means but he's listening to his master's friends talking about it for quite a while.
So, he glaces curiously as his master holds the tall human and try to eat his face out, which is not like the way he does it, but master and master's human are making good noises and smelling happy so must be alright.
Still looks very strange.
Chopper is about to take his toy away from the noisy place and go chew something else, master brought a big and shiny thing to cover paws that human's like to use earlier and he's excited to try out (smells like master's sister, Chopper better hide it in a safe place just to be sure), when the noise stops and master's human starts talking.
"Wait, Chopper is still here." Little dog ears perk up at the sound of his name and he barks softly. Master's human is very big, bigger than the last human, but Chopper doesn't want to talk about him, that human was mean and made master cry and master's mama worried.
But this human is okay, chopper was wary at the beginning and didn't let the human stay too close, but then he kept trying to win his favor, he smelled good and not threatening at all so Chopper didn't make him have a too hard time. But he's still holding himself back from being too friendly with the human.
Even if human gives him treats and scratches that funny patch under his chin he won't give in so easily, Chopper can be small but he's brave and strong enough to protect master, if he came to hurt master Chopper willl bite him really hard and call master's mama to beat the human up (master's mama is the scariest).
But for now human makes his master smell content and that's enough for Chopper to leave him alone.
"He's not even looking at us babe." Master's voice is different from normal and that makes chopper turn his head to him. What is it?
"I'm still shy," human is breathing heavily, "please phi?"
Chopper gets startled when master suddenly walks close and picks him up to take him to the balcony and close the glass door.
Excuse me? Master never leaves him like that, so what if there's food and toys and a soft bed for him here, he wants to stay with master and keep an eye on the human.
If that's what whipped means then chopper is not happy at all with his master being like that.
(We can all agree that chopper is better off at the silence of the balcony.)
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It's none of his business.
Except that it actually is. But he kind of wishes it wasn't, because now he's guarding a door in the middle of an event, and please don't ask him what's that sound behind said door, he's not thinking about it.
Okay, now he is thinking about it, shit, Nong Stu is too tired for this.
It all started innocent enough, Mew was worried about Gulf's first solo event, not really surprising considering that the boy is an introverted, a cute one, but still awkward in social situations, so Nong Stu didn't even blink before allowing some alone time for them both. Who knows, maybe Mew can ease some of Gulf's nerves.
Which he did, kind of, but of course they wouldn't just talk it out like normal people, the two horn-
"Come on Phi, don't tease"
Now, here he is, listening to Gulf whimpering Mew's name, like a creep, a gullible stupid creep. Nong Stu is so tattling him to his sister, Jom will have blackmail material for a lifetime.
"Fuck, please Daddy, I'm close"
Those.... Are those slurping noises? Fuck, ew.
He will kill them. Slowly and as painful as possible, he's not even joking right now, and they are paying for his therapy after this, there's no way he's walking out of it without some serious brain demage.
He thought that Mew was supposed to be the mature adult, not the one to give in to some kinky exhibitionist shit.
So fucking whipped is not even funny.
He hopes Mew is sucking Gulf's soul out of his dick, or else he's going to beat said soul out of his goddamm horny body.
(Mew would probably have several things to say about the soul sucking issue, most of them not suitable for the younger audience)
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Okay, in some level Gulf knows that he is being spoiled rotten by his Phi.
Like, really, everyone knows that within a glance.
But he pretends that he can't see any of this. Who cam blame him? Mew takes such a good care of his Nong, even when he's being naughty or purposely difficult, is easy to be carried away okay? Gulf is a good boy though (where do I even start...), he knows their boundaries and doesn't push him too far, but sometimes, the obvious power imbalance in their relationship makes him a little... careless.
And that's why he is three fingers deep inside himself, putting on a show for his favorite senior, Mew looks deliciously feral, with his arm strained and hands bound behing his back, he's sitting on the edge of the bed looking at his face with a gaze strong enough to feel like electricity inside his veins.
Gulf likes to leave him like this.
Not for long, he's a brat not stupid, but is tempting to see how Mew holds his willpower like a lifeline. And gulf is a sucker for the way he has his man wrapped around his little finger.
"Tua-eng, enough is enough." the growl in Mew's voice makes him shudder without meaning to, pushing his fingers a little deeper.
Gulf is unable to hold the high pitched noise that scapes between his clenched teeth, and in that second he knows he's in trouble.
He feels more than hears Mew rip the hope in two and hold his waist in a bruising grip. The sigh gets trapped on his throat when the first smack echoes in the walls of the bedroom. Mew is pissed, gulf leaks in the white sheets at the thought, his body goes pliant and trembles waiting for the next movement.
"You love it don't you? Being manhandled and treated as mine to use." Mew rubs the red mark as if trying to engrave it on the supple skin forever, "to punish." He can feel it reverberating under his skin, "to love."
Gulf whimpers and goes lax on the bed. That's what he wanted, Mew to be in control, to own his life like he owns his body.
Like he owns his heart.
So he can only let go, his mind completely focusing on pleasuring Mew, on feeling and taking everything like he was born for this. Mew does not even hesitate before puching all his length in with a long trust, breath harboring and hands almost trembling where they are bruising gulf's hip.
Mew fucks just like he does everything else, with force and passion and decieving hard edges that are soft to touch, but still holding himself back like he's too precious to let lose.
Gulf feels him everywhere, on his skin, on his tongue, on the way that the hands bigger than his own explore familiar paths and keep his body down to eath like an anchor, he can feel him in his throat too, punching moans and grunts out of him that sounds a lot like praying, like Mew is an angry God and that's the way he should be worshiped.
And Mew takes is all, like being inside him is not enough, like he wants to merge their souls and never be apart, and this is where Gulf's control breaks, with tears gathering on his eyes he can feel his orgasm coming through him like a tide wave, he sobs with the intensity and almost perfure the mattress with his nails, Mew doesn't even falters.
He just continues fucking into him like a punishment for being a brat earlier, he is over sensitive enough to be painful but not a word of complain scapes his mouth. When Mew comes is like a blissful shock, the wetness hot inside his body, almost burning, mixing with the feeling of being stretched to his limit and filled to the brin with his lover's come. Gulf sighs again, contented, sated, careless.
Mew pulld out slowly and watches with a rapid attention his essence dripping out of Gulf, painting the tan skin with white, he can't resist keeping him open and tasting the mess on his tongue, Gulf doesn't even protest, too out of it to mind so Mew takes all he can get, tasting himself and something else unique that's entirely Gulf.
Gulf will probably be embarrassed later, when they are full clothed and spooning on the big bed, hiding the blush going down to his chest using his hands to give him a soft and deserved punch for grinning like and idiot.
But he knows that when Gulf thinks he's not paying attention he will smile, preening on the fact that Mew loves the taste of him as much as he loves everything else. Gulf always wants to be this loved.
And everyone knows that whatever Gulf wants, Mew is eager to give him.
(he's lucky that he is sexy enough to make you forget this level of obliviousness)
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It comes to him a second too late. On his last schedule of the day, when his eyes are dropping every five minutes and his troath burning with all the talking and singing.
Gulf asked him to come to their condo instead of the jongchevevat house.
And thinking about the call Mew was sure that he would apologize and say that he's too tired to drive and that he wiuld come tomorrow.
He did not.
Which is why hes sitting on his car for th last 10 minutes thibking the he is the stupidest phd student to ever exist.
Fuck, he's so whipped. His brain is almost malfunctioning but he didn't even blink before complying to his tua eng requests.
Before he can decide to go out or give himself a kick his phone starts ringing with Mild's name on the screen.
"Dude, Gulf sent me 3 messages asking if you are on your way, are you okay? He said that he tried calling you but you did not pick up." Mew moved the phone away from his ear to look at the notifications and sure enough 3 missed calls from Yai Nong.
"I am whipped for him" Mew says, voice flat like in a trance.
"You... You just noticed?" Theres a shuffling sound as if mild is sitting up or cathcing something he dropped. "Holy fuck you just noticed. What the fuck Mew do you even use this brain of yours?? Is it hollow between your ears?"
Mild is.... Mild, nothing more to add here.
"He basically owns me now Mild, that's scary," the trembling on his voice doesn't sound like him at all. "It's happening again isn't it."
"Wait, hold on big boy," "more shuffling noises and what he knows for sure is a cooffe machine working, "I know that things progressed pretty fast for you two but Gulf is not him okay, stop with your mental breakdown and think, would your tua eng really be like that?"
"No, of course not." Mew sees himself denying like even the thought of it is offensive.
"Then we are settled, now please go to your boy I am not wake enough to deal with you guys, see you mate." Mild cut the call before Mew got even a word of thanks out.
He's right anyway, Mew is completely down for Gulf, and that's good because they are in this together, he trusts the younger.
That's their thing, and it's not like Gulf doesn't spoil him too, with this thought Mew finally get out of the car walking slowly towards the bulding. His phone rings again but this time is gulf on the screen, he hurries to pick up the call and rushes a little faster to the door.
"Hey baby, I'm coming for you." He is pretty sure Gulf can hear the smile on his voice.
"I'm waiting phi, always."
(Fuck, they are so in love that it physically hurts.)