Tharn lay in bed wracking his brain on what to get Type for their 10th anniversary. It was today and he still hadn't gotten him anything. Over the years, Type had gotten more thoughtful in his own shy way and Tharn couldn't get him anything but the best. Tharn looked at his lover beside him. What would he want?

That was the question Tharn had been asking himself for a while now. Just recently, he'd won an award for one of his songs. His career was taking off and his family and friends were proud of him. Type had given him his whole body as a prize last night. Tharn smiled big at the thought. Nothing was more important than his husband. He consumed his every thought. Even in the midst of all the great things going on in his life, he could only think of how to please him. How to make him so happy that he'd finally realize how much he loved him.

"Ai Type, how can I still love you so much after 10 years?" Tharn murmured out loud. His eyes traveled down the expanse of skin Type was showing.

The sheets covered his sleeping lover only up to his hips, baring his beautifully tanned skin to Tharn's gaze. Usually, Type woke up before Tharn, but he was exhausted. Tharn grinned as he thought about everything they did to exhaust him so much.

Tharn's hand reached out subconsciously to touch the warm skin and his fingers trailed down Type's spine. Type shivered under his fingers. His hand slid down his skin slowly and took the sheets away to bare Type's bottom.

Type woke up with a groan and tried to get back the sheets, but Tharn threw them on the floor. His hand caressed Type's arm and his lips descended on his shoulder. He showered him with kisses.

"Hmmm..." Type groaned. Tharn bit at his back and this finally woke him up.

Type's head turned around to glare at a grinning Tharn. "Ai Tharn, stop it."

Tharn pouted in the way that always broke Type down. That pout which made him go to the mall with him that time to buy those sheets, the pout that made him go see dorms with him even though he didn't want to. Even after 10 years, Type wavered.

"Ai Type, where's my morning kiss?"

"You already got a thousand of them. Let me get up." Type said in a grumpy tone.

Tharn looked down at Type as he turned around in his arms. Their bare chests were pressed together. Tharn tried to bury his face in Type's neck, but Type pushed his head away and rolled off the bed.

Tharn reached out like a little kid. "Ai Type...come here," he whined. Type approached him slowly and leaned down to kiss Tharn softly. "Happy anniversary, Ai Hia" he murmured. He backed up with a laugh and Tharn smiled.

"Happy anniversary!" Tharn's smile faded as he thought of the fact he didn't have a gift yet. Type frowned at Tharn's worried expression. He was about to ask him to fix his face when Tharn's phone pinged on the night stand.

Type picked it up and looked at the notification. It was a series of texts from P'San.

I got you a congratulation gift for your song.

It's on its way.

From your one and only, San.

P.S. Hope Type sees this.

Type frowned and threw the phone at a naked Tharn. Tharn caught it. "Who is it?"

Type's pissed off expression didn't leave any options. " It's that stupid senior I still can't stand. You know, your one and only?"

Tharn sighed and got up to touch Type's hand. "Ai Type, I only love you. He's just kidding."

Type snatched his hand away and took up his towel to take a shower.

Tharn sighed once again and texted back.

Thanks, P'San. Type saw your message.

When P'San sent back a smiling emoji, Tharn shook his head. He knew Type wasn't mad, it was just he was annoyed that P'San was the only one who had topped him. Tharn's eyes widened and he dropped down on the bed. What if...what if I let Type do me tonight?

Actually, Tharn had always been able to take Type to heaven and back so they'd never had a problem in bed. They both liked their sex life just like it was, but maybe it bothered Type a little for San to be the only to have done that with Tharn. Tharn had always been afraid after his experience with his senior, but maybe he could try for Type. As far as he was concerned, every part of him belonged to his husband anyway.

Tharn got up decisively and went to join his husband in the shower.

Later

Tharn stared at his beloved husband across the dinner table. Type paused in the middle of eating a spoonful of his soup. "Ai Tharn, what are you looking at?"

"Your handsome face," Tharn said with a smile. As a flush appeared on his lover's face, his grin grew wider.

"Ha ha ha," Type said sarcastically even as he shook his head ruefully. When will he stop being so obsessed with me? It's been ten years already!

"Ai Type, do you like the food?"

"Why do you even ask? You know I love sushi."

Tharn smiled. He had found the perfect restaurant for dinner: A sushi place that also serves steak. He took a bite of his own food. "Anything for my wife," he told Type.

Type rolled his eyes and took a bite of his sashimi. He moaned with his eyes closed at the taste. "So gooodddd," he moaned.

"Ai Type, don't make that face in public," Tharn warned.

Type grinned evilly. "Or what?"

Tharn stared back intensely. He slowly licked his lips and looked him up and down. "I'm gonna take you in the restroom if you keep looking like that."

Type shrugged carelessly. "Who's stopping you?"

Type started as Tharn's chair clattered backward as he got up as if to take action. Type pulled him down by his hand. "Ai hia! I was just kidding. Sit down!" he whispered. His eyes roamed around the restaurant looking back at the people that were staring at them.

Tharn righted the chair and sat back down. He grabbed Type's hand and the watch Type got him as a gift winked back at them. He stroked Type's hand softly. "Don't provoke me. You know I'm always ready to go."

Type shook his head at Tharn again, but he felt the same. We just screwed like bunnies last night, how can we be raring to go so soon?"

Maybe it was the romantic mood. Tharn was extra soft today and Type had been trying to figure him out all day. A nervous energy surrounded his normally calm husband and it was confusing Type. Maybe when they got home Tharn would finally talk or as usual Type may have to confront him on it.

They spoke comfortably for the rest of dinner. Of course, Tharn occasionally told Type cheesy things as if he was wooing him again and Type ignored him. His red face said it all to Tharn, like always.

When they got home, Type rolled his head to get rid of the creaks in his neck. He felt Tharn behind him and then he was massaging his shoulders. "Hmmm..." Type moaned. He turned around to kiss Tharn, but Tharn pulled away.

Type grabbed Tharn by the shoulders. "What is wrong with you?"

"What?" Tharn asked with wide eyes.

"You think I don't know when you're nervous?"

"Ai Type, sit down for a second. I want to talk to you," Tharn said. Type frowned, but sat on the bed.

"What's wrong?" Type asked.

Tharn held Type's hands in his. "Type, I want to try as your anniversary gift..."

"What?" Type asked impatiently.

"I want you to top..." Tharn let out a breath as if something had been taken off his shoulders.

Type's face gentled. "What brought this on?" It took him some time, but he finally thought about what happened this morning. "Is it because of this morning? You know I wasn't really angry, right?"

Tharn smiled. "I know, and even though I'm nervous to death, I want you to know you have every part of me. Everything I am belongs to you and I never want you to think otherwise."

"I also want to try," Type said. He leaned forward and kissed Tharn. In his heart, he didn't really care about being under Tharn. He always went to heaven and back in Tharn's arms. Every time they made love it was freaking thrilling, but it didn't mean he didn't want to try. For so long, even the thought of doing that with a man would fill him with disgust, but Tharn had changed him in so many ways. He couldn't imagine anything with him filling him with anything but excitement.

Tharn's hands went to Type's shirt to unbutton it. Soon, their kisses deepened and Tharn's naked body pressed down on Type's.

Type's fingers trailed down to Tharn's nipples and kneaded and squeezed until he elicited a moan from Tharn. Tharn's hands held onto Type's hips and rolled them over so that Type was on top.

Type trailed kisses down Tharn's neck as his thumbs stroked Tharn's pink nipples. His tongue flicked out and swiped at a nipple. Then he set in to suck it gently. His teeth grazed it and Tharn's hips shot off the bed.

"Hmm...Typeeee..." Tharn moaned. He buried his fingers in Type's dark head as he traveled down. Kisses dropped on his skin and then he felt Type's mouth suck in one of his balls all while his hand stroked his shaft up and down.

Tharn's hips arched off the bed. He gripped Type's hair tightly as his husband did his very best to devour him. His tongue licked up and down and then his mouth wrapped tightly around the head and pulled strongly as if trying to suck out his cum through a straw.

Type bobbed his head up and down until Tharn's dick was slick with his saliva. He let his cock fall out of his mouth slowly.

He went back up and then fumbled in their night stand drawer for the lube and condoms. He poured some lube on his fingers and reached down.

Tharn tensed underneath him and his fingernails bit into his skin. His legs widened to let Type lie in between them. "Slow...just rub me a little first..." Tharn murmured.

Types slowly circled the rim of his hole. He slid down and sucked Tharn in. The room was filled with sucking sounds as he rubbed Tharn gently. Type looked up at Tharn and saw his scrounged up face. He pulled back long enough to ask "are you ready?"

Tharn's legs lifted as he nodded. His hands stroked Type's hair lovingly. "One finger first..." he whispered. Type's heart was pounding. He finally felt what Tharn must have felt during their first time. He didn't want to hurt him, but this was necessary. His cock was fit to burst, but he held it in as he carefully inserted his middle finger inside.

He stroked inside slowly as Tharn was very tight. Tharn made sounds like he was uncomfortable. "Should've gotten some ice," Type joked and Tharn laughed in spite of how nervous he was.

"I love you, Type" Tharn said.

"I know," Type answered softly. He poured some more lube and then went in deeper. Stroked in deep until Tharn was moaning and his neck was arching. Type licked all of him. His balls and shaft and the precum sliding down incessantly. He then sucked in the swollen head again as he inserted two fingers.

Slowly his fingers slid in and out for what seemed like hours. Then three fingers and Tharn's head was moving from side to side desperately.

Type curled his fingers inside and Tharn gripped his head tightly. "Type...I'm gonnna...ahhh.. come...if you keep...ahhhh!"

Type licked and nibbled his way up Tharn's body. His stomach muscles tightened as Type's lips brushed against his skin. Tharn's hands rubbed Type's nipples as Type bit his bottom lip. Type sucked on it and then his top lip and Tharn stuck out his tongue in invitation.

Their tongues dueled together and Type continued stroking his fingers inside shallowly. Enough to drive Tharn crazy, but not deep enough to make him come.

"Type...I think I'm ready..." Tharn whispered against Type's lips.

"Okay," Type said. He reached for the condom and slid it down. "Just tell me if it hurts..."

Type placed the head of his cock on Tharn's pink hole. Type took a deep breath. All this time, he had gotten so distracted by making Tharn comfortable that he hadn't take the time to assess how he felt. He'd never thought he would put that part of himself in anybody's body. Even Tharn's.

"Ai Type, are you okay? Do you not want to...?" Tharn asked. He held Type's face in his hands. He could see the conflict on his husband's face and just realized that it may be hard for Type just like it was for their first time.

Type dropped his forehead on Tharn's. "I want to...I, I just never thought about it." Type let out a big breath and then his hips rolled forward and he slid inside. He went in slowly and Tharn exhaled on his face.

Tharn held Type's shoulders and planted his feet on the bed to widen his legs. Type's hand reached down to grip him and then he thrust all the way inside.

"Ungh..." Type grunted. Tharn's cry next to his ear made him stop. "Ai Tharn, does it hurt?

Tharn squirmed around assessing his body. "No...it doesn't feel like it did back then anyway. It freaking hurt like hell before."

Type laughed. "Who do you think I am? I am good at everything." Take that, stupid senior.

Type's hips moved in a slow rhythm. His hands were planted next to Tharn's head and his tongue flicked out to lick at Tharn's bottom lip.

Tharn held onto Type's flanks and encouraged him to move a little faster. Every slide of Type's cock massaged his insides and even though Type's was not as long as his, it was thick and grazing him until his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Tharn sucked at Type's tongue, fucking his mouth just like he was fucking him below.

"Hmmmm....mmmf..." Type moaned against Tharn as his hips rocked faster and faster. The headboard slammed repeatedly against the wall with each thrust and their continuous moans echoed around the room spurring them on.

By now, Type's slicked cock was sliding in and out easily and Tharn was in heaven. He squeezed around Type and Type gripped his cock and stroked him until the cum churning in his balls spurted out. Tharn clammed down on Type and Type moaned as he finally came in the condom.

Type collapsed on top of Tharn and buried his face in his neck. He breathed in and out for a little while until his heart calmed down.

Then Type rolled over to throw away the condom. He got up wordlessly and came back with a damp towel to clean Tharn. Tharn smiled up at him. "Now's your turn?"

"How does your butt feel, Ai Sat? Not so good, huh?" Type asked smugly. Tharn laughed and then winced.

"Ai Tharn, does it really hurt?" Type asked with a concerned frown.

Tharn squirmed into a more comfortable position. Type set the towel aside and laid down next to him. Tharn hugged him until there was no space between their skin.

"Ai Tharn, I'm hot," Type complained.

"But I'm cold," Tharn said cheekily. He gently pressed a kiss on Type's cheek. "You were amazing."

"Did it feel as good as when you top?" Type asked curiously.

"As long as it's you, it's good," Tharn answered.

"Which reminds me..." Type smiled wickedly. His body fairly vibrated with his smugness. "Lend me your phone."

Tharn frowned, but reached over to the nightstand for his phone.

Type smiled widely as he messaged back.

This is Type and I did see it. You may be Tharn's first, but tonight I became his last and don't ever forget it.

Type chuckled out loud and when he looked at Tharn, he was grinning.

"That's right. I'm all yours, Ai Type." His hands slowly traveled down Type's hips tracing the lines of his body. Type felt Tharn grow hard against his hip and shook his head.

"You're insatiable," Type said as he slapped Tharn's shoulder.

"I'm just touching. I'm still in a little bit of pain," Tharn said with a half-faked wince.

Type gripped his cock in his hand. "Poor baby, let me help you."

Tharn rolled to his back with a laugh. "Happy anniversary to me," he said as Type began to stroke him again.

THE END