《Your Fault (TharnType)》6
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Hook, line and sinker.
Nope. Type's lips weren't being simply pecked. Or just a casual quick press against.
Nope. Tharn was completely devouring Type's lips.
After Tharn had ask that question and kissed him. He was left frozen waiting to process everything.
Tharn's lips are against mine.
Hand on my chin has now moved behind my neck, tucking the long fingers within my hair.
Meanwhile his other hand is around my waist keeping me still and bringing our lower parts to an unimaginable amount of closeness.
Feeling Type's unresponsiveness and needing the kiss to look real. Tharn pressed harder while controlling Type's head. He needed a way to let Type understand him right now.
"Hmmm" Tharn hummed against his lips trying to make Type look at him.
"Hmmm. Hmmm."
Type finally in his senses, now put his clenched hands between both of their chest. Trying to push them apart.
But the more he pushed the more Tharn will grip his waist.
Tharn could almost taste the anger oozing off of Type.
Just look at my eyes Type. Please just look.
Type finally decided to turn his sharp gaze at Tharn.
Yes. Thank god.
Tharn eyes was was fill with pleading which made Type soften a little bit.
He has something to say. What is it?
I will listen but no fucking way I'm forgiving you for this.
As though finally understanding Tharn probably has a reason. He allowed the bastard to continue to now suck on his upper lip while they try to communicate through their eyes.
Type's eyes could speak more than what a thousand mouths can ever utter and right now Tharn clearly read the message held within his gaze.
"Give me the fucking reason before I kick you in the blasted balls! "
Oh how he had a way with words. Always able to get the message through.
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Tharn sighed internally but he knew he had no right to talk right now.
Tharn lead his eyes to keep glancing at the left trying to make Type look in that direction.
Type got the message and shifted his gaze and looked. Meanwhile Tharn tilted his head actually stuck out his tongue to lick the corner of Type's lip.
Type immediately pinched his chest.
Don't push your luck bastard.
Still continuing to look at the left Type finally spotted somebody.
Wait is that...... Wait.... That's-
Type quickly returned his gaze to Tharn and Tharn whimpered a confirmation with his eyes.
Fuck! Let me go! I'm gonna kill him. He even dares to show his face!
Type slightly started to push against Tharn.
Tharn bit his lip.
Wait let me kill this motherfucker first.
His stare once again facing the one actively against his lips. Type was only going to be a little bit responsive. He would now slightly pout his lips to Tharn's actions.
They spoke from "understanding" once again.
"Let me go punch him!"
"That won't help."
"And how is kissing helping."
"He will go away if he sees me like this. With someone."
"But-"
"Please."
"Fuck you. You owe me a dinner for this week. "
Tharn was now relieved. Type agreed to his plan.
Speechless speaking once again.
"Sigh. What should I do."
"Make this more believable."
"What more believable." Type was growing annoyed.
You want me to do more!!!
"Fine. You fucking owe me dinner for two weeks."
For an audience this scene would be a portrait of two passionate lovers who just couldn't bare to let go of each others warm connection but in reality it was two idiots with their faces stuck and trying to find a way to go about it.
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Sigh. The stupidity in their logic. It was almost comical how they had a whole conversation with their lips stuck and not even the romantic kind.
Type lost to Tharn. He responded.
Bringing his arms around Tharn's neck he hugged it and kissed.
Successful for a response Tharn tried his luck.
Tharn allowed his tongue to glide against Type and slightly poked trying to ask for entrance.
Type was no fool. He knew how to kiss and he just needed a way to vent right now.
Opening his mouth he allowed both of their tongues to be entangled. Their own heat mixing together. This was getting a little too intense. Type thought.
If their tongues weren't against each other they were either sucking either the lower or bottom parts of each other's lips. Or nibbling, allowing their teeth to tease the other's swollen lips.
The lips moved at a perfect rhythm!!!
"Nmmm."
"Uhh."
Dinner for three fucking weeks! Is he gone yet or your wallet will be in tears.
I agree.
They both fully opened their eyes and and looked. He was gone.
They immediately pulled apart but an unavoidable string of saliva separated them.
Type can just die at that moment when he saw it. He can just bury himself alive. He grabbed Tharn's collar and shouted in a way only Tharn can hear but it still had the same impact of a speaker.
"Why was Kan there?!"
"I don't know. I was going to class and he was there a distance behind me. I tried to avoid it but I couldn't and you were the only one I knew good enough to help me. Sorry. "
Type sighed and let go of his collar.
"Go. We will deal with this later in our dorm."
Tharn hurried before he was killed by Type. Atleast he gave him a few hours to reminisce about life.
Type felt the anger growing within him. Not because he was just kissed by a guy.
Nope. But he saw that bastard's face.
Kan.
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