😂.

When did Type become so fricking bold!!!

......"Should we?".......What do you mean should we.... You're supposed to reject, hit me, anything..... Why are you not moving?!

At that moment of Tharn's inner war, Type leaned down, gliding lower. Now lieing flatly on top of Tharn and it wasn't helping Tharn's war when both of them were practically the same height. Certain proportions resting perfectly parallel to the other.

Fuck what I just said, Type is definitely moving!!!

Just not the way I was expecting!

Type turned his head so he could nestle it between Tharn's neck and shoulder as he let out small voices.

"Tharn?"

"Uh... Ah.. Yes Type." Tharn carefully answered.

"Why aren't you doing anything?"

Tharn was struck dumbfounded today but Type's voice was sounding so needingly cute. He decided to give up any kind of logic, although they hardly ever used it and go with the flow.

Explanations can always be done later!

Tharn placed both of his lost hands back on Type's upper thighs. Rubbing up and down slowly.

"Mm." Type would lightly flinch at any of Tharn's movement and cower his head deeper into Tharn's neck.

"Type." Tharn called slowly, "We should stop."

Upon hearing those words, Type unconsciously grinded his lower part against Tharn's

Both of them hissed in unison.

"I.... I don't want to stop."

Tharn then slowly crawled his fingers to the back. Lightly grasping the plumper flesh of the person on top of him.

"Urh," Type gasped from surprise. But him being Type...... He cursed out, "Why the fuck did you grab my ass, asshole!"

Tharn already expecting the response just tightened his gripped and pushed Type against himself, a little up.

They both groaned at the grind Tharn just made as he then started to continuously repeat the action.

Rubbing the heated members beneath their boxers aggressively against each other. Both starting to feel the change in state.

"Helping." Tharn finally responded.

"F.....Fuck."

"Type. You've never done it with a man."

"When would I have had, bastard...... Mm...Urh."

Tharn decided to nibble on the lobe of Type's ears.

"You don't have to start like this."

Type really couldn't believe Tharn right now. He turned and raised his head on top of Tharn. He then quickly bit on to Tharn's bottom lip as he pulled it out until its limit. After which he aggressively slided his body again.

Being satisfied with the groan Tharn released he rose and sat peacefully on the other's member.

"Should we hold hands first, how about just greetings. Tharn look at me.... I'm not fucking fragile."

"That's not what I mean. We could atleas-"

Type cutted his sentence as the fire in his eyes dimmed and his head hanged lowly.

"-Or are you just not interested in m-.......... Woah..... The fuck!"

Tharn had quickly turned them over and pinched Type's lips close with his fingers.

"Would you just listen?!"

Type immediately became a silent puppy as he did a few quick nods.

"Are you interested in me as in a boyfriend or are you just testing. " Tharn asked as he released Type's mouth.

"What the fuck are you asking! Such an idiot."

"Type."

"Fine!"

"Fine what."

"Probably." Type professionally avoided the answer.

"I will leave you alone in this state."

Type looked down at the tent in his boxers and then the image of Tharn thinking he will have to deal with it himself.

Fucking jerk!

"Probably the first one. Now stop stalling bastard." Type said as he pulled Tharn's head down for another devouring kiss.

Sigh.......I guess that answer will have to do..... For now.

Tharn wrapped his arm beneath Type.

"Sit up."

"Mm... Huh."

"Come on." Tharn dragged Type to saddle his legs as he turned both of them so that his back was now against the headboard of the bed.

"Oi.... Tharn.... "

Tharn just dived his hands into the other's shorts, taking out a certain object and then taking out one of his own.

Type's face became red at the sight! He couldn't of handle it! He hugged Tharn's neck and hid his face behind it.

Looking at the tips of Type's ears, Tharn giggled.

Always so fucking cute.

He joined the two and worked his hand for their pleasureful unison. Hearing the released moans from the other, Tharn was satisfied at doing all the work between the two hard members....... Well for now.... Tharn evily smiled.

Working until they both released.

After a while they both reached

The room was filled with two men trying to gasp for air as hot pants had taken over.

"Done." Tharn giggled into Type's still hiding face.

"Mm."

"Not coming off."

Type just got off, avoiding Tharn's eyes as he curled his body to lie flatly on the bed. Back facing Tharn.

I wonder if Type's shy....doing such brave things but breaking when it actually happens... Hah....I want to tease.

Tharn couldn't help but tease the other who was now being shy.

He lied behind of Type, spooning him as he stretched a certain hand filled with a mixture of both their final pleasure infront of Type.

"Wanna taste?"

"Tharn!!! Go wash it."

He brought back his hand as he chuckled.

"Maybe I shou-"

Type quickly turned around and stopped the perverted bastard.

"What are you doing..... Go wash it!" Although he was complaining his lips were pouted out while his neck, cheeks and ears were burning red.

"Okay. Okay. Haha."

Tharn quickly gave a peck to the shy, hot-tempered guy's pouty lips as he went to clean his hand.

I wonder if he ever understood how he use to drive me crazy.

When Tharn came back Type was snoring peacefully on his bed. He rested right next to him as he wished Type good night.

While cuddling behind Type, Tharn couldn't help recall the past.

You always knew how to drive people crazy.