Tharntype The Series, Chapter 45: Love in the Night (M)

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Tharntype The Series, Chapter 45: Love in the Night (M)

      By this time it was late at night, the sky was dark, there was no moonlight, only the light from outside shining in, and the two men on the bed could be seen making quiet eye contact, one was straddling it, while the other was lying flat on the mattress.

 The man who had straddled it whispered again.

"Let’s do it."

"Techno's here now." Although Tharn understood the invitation in his words, he knew better who was sleeping on the couch at the end of the bed, although the guy was drunk and passed out, but no one could guarantee that he wouldn't wake up in the night.

 Reminded the man of the invitation, but he stuck to it.

"I don’t care... take me, I want it."

  "Bastrd" cursed. Type’s mouth cursed back and he grabbed the son that was fully awake. And as Tharn said even if the gay hating man doesn't like to use that part of his mouth, but not counting its hands, some nights he wakes up and grabbed it and from a hated it became something better than a sweet dream

            "Hard faster", Type said that and his eyes looked small challenging the person who manages to cover up and laugh.

            Didn't have to say anything, Tharn only managed to take the boyfriend's shirt and pulled it up. Type agreed and raised his hand to remove the shirt to throw out of the bed. As he sent his hands to pull the pants from the drummers until it reached feet down. So that he could shake it out quickly

            Coordination that matches well before their lips converged

            Hot kisses that started with the soft tongue rubbed together and hooked together and didn’t sync until the sound of just the tongue rubbing back and forth until the sweetness of the saliva exchanged was heard, mouth close to the tongue, tongue attached to the tongue, while Type’ palm still refused to break away from the stiff hot sticks.

            "I like the way you rub your tongue." Type whispered, pleasing until the tongue came out for Tharn to open his mouth and suck gently.

            "Good". He said that while Tharn original hand was rubbing up and down the hot meat sticks. Another one dived into and hold two balls and then he knew what to do to comfort him because he managed to roll it back and forth with a gentle shake until it ground a little, but still didn't stop sucking on the other person's tongue until a gasp came out loud every time

            Swiftly

            This time, some Tharn eyes lifted and his thumbs went into the soft nipples in the middle of the chest. Moved and pinched them around, causing the man below to make a groan in the throat, then squeeze it back and forth until he can feel the hardness that was fighting the fingertips. So yummy that he had to lick with his mouth.

            The idea of ​​chasing the tip of the tongue from the lips to the throat that the other party opened the way to the chest that was a little jerky from the soft tongue that dragged through until it came to the dark pigment that was impatient trying to gently poke it. Type deep breaths came as the hand that held his son started jerking him. Type had to cover his mouth

            "Um... hey". The breath began to be deeper, longer than before. As it sent the other hand to catch into my house then gently wobbled

            "Jerk me too"

            It whispered to listener and caused the man to laugh softly. Because already waiting until having to use the rest of the hands to pull down the panty allowing the strong part to bounce up and stiffen.

            Swiftly

            "Um"

            The ligament in his hand was hot, stiff, and a little twitchy. While Tharn was gently using the tip of the tongue licking up and down and caused Type entered the happy joy that he could never denied himself from. Then grabbed it with one hand and slowly swipe up and down Play with Tharn’s son was played with his thing.

            "Open your legs" Tharn ordered and the person receiving the order was disgruntled. But both legs are wide open until reaching into the inside

            "You like this here?"

            Type breathed heavily

            The drummer still knew that he must now be smiling evilly. As soon as the finger touches the narrow passage behind, Type was startled. The hand that held his son's grip was tightened. Type had to bite his own mouth to hold back the cry. And when looking through the darkness to see its face he found that he was feeling good.

            Right now, the front gripping was not enough for Type again. This body... The body he taught him that it could not reach the end without Tharn help anymore

            Duck

            "Umm... warn me first..." Type whispered a whiff when Tharn’s finger was slowly inserted into the strait this caused Type to bounce up and tightening his hair and panting heavily but he opened his legs wide and bent the hips towards Tharn and open the way for long fingers to be inserted as deep as possible.

            "Can I push in?"

            "Do it!" The young man bumped into the sound like this. Don't you know what you should do? Until he had to move his lips to the edge of the ear

            "What about Ai’No"

            "Forget him... huh... Ugh... u... there... Hey... again a little..." He will not let the other person curses out for sure. Because he managed to grope his finger inside and found a spot that makes Type mewl and flex around. Panting heavily requesting more as though he was unhappy with the touch and he wanted it to be more intense.

            His body... Tharn knows it better than Type knows himself.

            "You are all wet. This is just an inch of a finger. "The young man whispered. He could sense the wetness in the extreme heat that nibbled him almost crazy until Type pulled his head closer

            "No... don't... say... hey ... right there."

            "I really like the inside."

            "Shiaa... Um..." Type wanted to curse, but not before the person inserting more fingers in repeatedly pressed on to the point inside causing Type to almost flex off the bed. Both the waist and hips shook back and forth, until the stomach and hot pieces banged against each other. The hand that wobbled into the head changed into a neck. And then Type pulled his face closer biting Tharn’s neck to muffle the scream

          "You... I want your JB."

            Suddenly

            A request almost stopped the listener, but only for a short time and the sharp double eyes became even more shinning. Tharn rubbed the finger at the inner point. Until Type was going almost crazy and the hand that held Tharn slipped and grabbed his shoulder and he felt like he was suffocating

            "You... don't put your fingers... enough ..."

            "You want it that much?"

            Glossy

            "Ai’Hiaa! Hurry up! "Type never knows that his so-called appeal is causing him to almost explode.

            Right now, Tharn's hot body felt even more uncomfortable until he ached in pain But because of a low whine and his desire to make Tharn feel the same made him lick his throat, tease him, playing as he is pushing his stomach up to grieve with the baby who is ready to soar into the strait.

            "Ai’Tharn..."

            "Ah!... Ugh."

            When Type began to squeeze Tharn’s finger in anger the man who was waiting for this moment to pull out his fingers quickly. He then threw his body into the intense heat that strangled him crazy. Until the man below had groaned out in full sound with drenched heat, the drummer rushed to cover the footballer’s mouth with his lips. Swallowed every sound down the throat and then he pushed in slowly making the other person grabbed his shoulder tightly

            Ah... Ah... Hey..." Hot kisses broke away and he could hear the heavy wheezing of the Southern boy, while Tharn himself was sweating through the whole back and he still had a whispering to the man’s face.

            "... entered... Done..."

            "Huh... damn... can't breathe ... you blanket..." and suddenly Type said it, trying to pull the blanket covering them, this made the listener agree to flick the blanket over the both of them so the other person can breathes air into the lungs and hug the back, moist, sweaty tight.

            "Are you ok... ah... can I move?" Tharn whispered and gently kissed the kiss on his cheek. The way the listener flicked his legs up around Tharn’s waist

            "Um... slowly... you slow down... or else I will be noisy," said Type, telling the Tharn to slowly pull the body out and push in slowly. But what Tharn did causes the person to be startled and bit his mouth firmly

            "Um... hey..."

            The expression on Type’s face is more attractive. When Type tried to suppress the emotions and hold his voice and trying to move his body, he tried to respond slowly. Despite his internal channels being expanded and twitching As if requested. But Tharn himself was calm enough to push the body into Type and slowly rotate the hips back and forth

            "Uh... Bastrd... more ..."

            "Here"

            "Erm... right there..." A daring act that made people even more energetic and when the fire was overheating, Type was shaking until Tharn stick hits the soft inner wall on all sides. And although they now moved their bodies, but the heat is not different from violent screw x which he liked to do.

            Breath harmonized and bodies pilling, pushing the mood to be higher. Until the shadows reflected on the walls of the room were a sexily fuzzy, the image of two men with a blanket covering their back could clearly be seen that the person above was moving slowly until the person inside could not move and was answering with gasps.

            Shameless pictures that no one has seen moved on the walls because both of them are only interested in each other and not anyone else.

            "Is it good?"

            "Good! I like this... thrilling... Um..." The young man bit his mouth until it becomes pale. Threw the pillow from his face and turned his head towards the other side as he slowly moved his hips to support the pull-out force. Then pushed in quite until Type had a startled face every time Tharn did the pushing and his hand then covered his face. Before slowly raising his eyes

            The image that Tharn wanted was to see when he slammed into the body violently and Type would whimper out the sound, but sxx is gradual slow play like this, this slow love making is something that he always wanted to do.

            Interfering like filling each other, gradually moving to indulge in joy. Absolutely not caring or necessary to consider the destination, but experience the joy of being one, but...

            Swiftly

            "Like this... can't see"

            "Hmm!" The person who was thinking of the fun immediately stumbled. When suddenly Type pushed him away. Almost kicked the blanket until it fell down to the end of the bed and before Tharn could set himself up... The man who seemed exhausted turned him over.

            But in just a few seconds Tharn became even more surprised and looked at the person who is splitting his legs wide. Used one hand to support the bed from behind while the other hand was grabbing the hot piece of meat, aiming at his narrow strait, and then bit the mouth tightly in order to... push the body down and swallow the whole piece of fire

            The repressed expression of the person who is swallowing caused Tharn to almost come undone.

          Looked freaking delicious

            At the moment, what Tharn saw is a picture of a sxxy guy separating his legs. Lean back to lean back on the bed. The face is also full of restraint. The sharp teeth grit between the lips and tongue until they look even more attractive. Holding to the top of the chest on both sides and started bouncing. And... the core of the sweltering body that stiffens to the sky moved every time Type slammed his body down.

          Sxxy, charming and most appealing

            Tharn had the idea to hold Type’s hips tightly and looked at the person who is pulling up and down slowly. Stared at the interconnected parts that were revealed to all his eyes until having to move the hand to squeeze and rub Type’s nipples making his twitching and this twitching caused the squeezing inside Type become more intense than before.

            "Ah... Huh... Yes... Face like this... Your face is like this"

            But then, the one who was drowning in the realm of pleasurx looked up to make eye contact. When it was said with a hoarse voice trying to laugh came out despite him barely holding back his moan.

            "Your face... when playing the drum... like now... Fvck... like when.... Having sxx..."

            "What... you wondered about this?..." Tharn asked to laugh and startled.

            "Erm... Hiaa Oooei... don't show your face like this... to show others...!" Like the drummer who doesn't know what to do on the stage, pulled on the waist of the other party.

            "Hey... Uu... Uu..." and then pushed the body heavily. The way a person let out a low moan and the core of the body bounced up and down in the air. He raised his hand around his neck. While his hoarse voice responded.

            "Because a moment... I miss you... Think about when I was drumming of doing... like this"

            It's fun.

            "Ugh... Damn... Ai’Tharn... this is so thrilling..." Type managed to slam himself hard and pushing Tharn’s stick into the body until he was unable to bear not mewling the sound that makes him think and gradually change his mind.

            Swiftly

            Yes

            The two hands are held firmly in the butt, firmly squeezed and then handle the accelerating rhythm so that Type bumped down until the sound of the skin when Type hits the front of the legs resonates throughout the room. But nobody cares because they were kissing each other and forgot everything until...

            "Um, Ai’Type..."

            Hmm!

            The sound from the end of the bed made both of them suddenly turned to look. Stop the action almost immediately. Looking through the darkness to see long cubes that were shaking the body, as if a man was waking up at the end of the bed...

            "Oh, another... Um... I can eat..." What a nonsense Techno was saying he didn't turn over and continued to lie still. The way that the two young men are smothering the emotions on the bed.

            "Ai’Type... Don’t squeeze me that much..." Of course, the excitement made the heavenly channel so intense that even Tharn frowned upon it, telling man that was excited face to go red. His face full of sweat whispered.

            "He is not waking anymore, right?"

            "I do not know." Of course, he has no way of knowing whether or not his friend will wake up. Until Type itself held the shoulder tightly...

            Hello.

            "Ugh... You don't just... Ah ... Ugh..." Even Mr. Tharn was trembling with need. Thrusted over his whole body and this made the people above start to move aggressively without telling until the sound of the meat bouncing back and forth throughout the room was heard.

            "Thrilling... quickly... do it quickly..." It would be embarrassing that friends might wake up to see what they are doing. Tharn himself agreed to move more vigorously, but never miss the target that will hit the point making Type of voice ejected and resounded in the room

            "You have more feeling there than everywhere."

            "He'll wake up" the person who invited him to do it harder and quicker first but was embarrassed. So cute...

            Swiftly

            "Great! Ai’Tharn... Hey... Ai’Tharn ... I can't... No... No... This..." Tharn then managed to push the other person to lie down. Pulling one leg across the shoulder and let another one lie on its side. Then he managed to push the reliant weapon strongly until Type had to shove his face to the bed and bite the blanket tightly to hold back the sound that were coming from him. But he agreed to move himself in response to the intense screwing given from Tharn.

            Actions that did not last long pushed the rhythm until both men reached the destination.

            Tharn could not see the face of the person who has been tucked away with the blanket. But the internal tension of his force says that Type was nearing completion and this made him to quickly turn to grab the paper from the bedside table and cover the paper at the end of Type stick...

            Suddenly

            Type spilled out and filled the paper in his hand.

            While Type was fulfilled and lazy, causing the inner channels to become more twitching, trembling and shaking until Tharn teeth tightened and he closed his your eyes and felt the momentary bliss. Before pulling the body out quickly and released in the palm of one's hand instead.

While later on...

"That's because of you, making faces on stage."

 "I'm the one who missed you."

 "While beating the drum?" He said unconvincingly, letting the musical drummer whisper a laugh.

 "Music is like sxx and is my best happiness times, but I've learned what instrument I love the most after playing it."

 "It must be the drums." The words made Tharn shake his head, then purposely whisper them in his ear.

 "No... My favorite instrument is you."

 "..."

   Although Type was silent, Tharn continued without hesitation.

  "Trust me, I can reach my crescendo because of you... not the drum."

  "Ah! It's time to sleep, not this nonsense!" Then the hard-mouthed man replied in a gruff tone, slapped the hand that was holding him around the waist, but the man holding him around the waist wouldn't let go, except for a chuckle in his throat, buried his face in the other man's neck, and grunted.

  "Just now... you were great oh."

  "Looking for death?"

 "Haha, see you later." Tharn whispered back, and wasn't surprised at his counterattack anymore.

 "Ai’Hiaa, where are you going?" Type's question made the corners of his mouth rise, while emphasizing.

 "In the dream... see you there."

 "..."

  Type fell silent, but quietly, not arguing, not cursing, not turning to fight, letting the speaker know he was shy, and smiled brightly and hugged a little tighter, while grunting.

 "Good dream."

 "Well, good dream." The hard-mouthed man then answered softly, smiling like a madman, and knowing that there should be no beautiful dreams to-night, for there should be nothing to compare with the little sweetness he had just gotten.

Next day morning... Ai’

 "Tharn brought you back porridge, eat it and sip this, it will help you."

  The next day, Type almost died laughing at his friend's unwatchable ghostly look, his hair disheveled and unformed, his sullen face as if he had been possessed, his sunken eyes as if he hadn't slept, and even as soon as he woke it was almost noon, two hours before Tharn had gone out to buy breakfast and returned.

  The man who seemed to get up and sit up didn't know where he was, causing the man who was watching to pull him over and sit down at the table, placing the porridge in front of him, enclosing the hot tea with the juice of a lemon squeezed into it, the remedy his dear father had used to treat his hangover symptoms.

 "Haha...Techno are you okay?" The other owner of the room asked, making the man who had just woken up scratch his head and shake it hard.

 "No... No way... my head is going to explode." Of course, the thought of getting up to take a shower in this state must have been impossible until Tharn walked by to see the situation.

 "Then eat something to fill the stomach, you can't have an empty stomach with a hangover like that, and drink more water." That the man with a job and something to do with beer said so made Techno look up, but just glanced away and turned his face away, nodding his head frequently in a well-spoken manner.

 "Uh-huh," still replied curiously, and before Tharn had a chance to continue asking, his phone rang and he turned to get it.

 "What's wrong Ai’Lhong." he answered, turning to look around and pointing to the balcony before opening the balcony door and heading out, knowing the hangover people didn't want to hear anyone talking loudly.

 Just then, Techno suddenly looked up and looked at his friend.

"Ai’Type!"

"What is it?" startled the man whose name was called, and the man who called him seemed to have something to say, but was silent for a moment, smiling awkwardly, and then...

 "Last night."

 "Last night?" Type repeated it confusedly, making the talking man raise his hands and make a gesture of something poke with his fingers, looking a little shy like he was doing something wrong, Techno was awesome, even Type was eye-rolled.

   "I have to pee..."

    "And?"

      Can't you just say it all at once?

     The southern boy was a little impatient and a little worried when his friend looked up and grunted.

    "Then I heard a voice..." He was quiet for a moment, then... "Huh?"

      Sudden

      Just like that, Type raised his hands and held his head, because needless to say he also knew that Techno had suddenly woke up and saw that he was not in a manly state, and was thinking that it was better to take the porridge and pour it on his head and splash him with tea, or kick him out, as a young man, he continued to say in an awkward tone.

      "I saw it and I felt it so important to say you should whisper... you sound like one of those..."

     "You go any further and you're dead meat!"

       Type said in a gruff tone before he heard the damned words coming out of his friend's mouth, making the man who had spoken shut up, and then raised his head again to look at him with a threatening and unfeeling look, and Tech Techno had to be silent.

      "If you spread the gossip..." Type could only be silenced, then grimaced, causing a chill to run down the back of the person being stared at.

      "It's... I said I had a deep sleep last night and dreamed of horses running over a rainbow."

      "Very good!" When his friend changed his words in time, Type smiled kindly and praised, walking over and tapping him on the shoulder, how it looked was a naked threat.

     "Repeat, what did you dream about last night?"

     "A unicorn's horse ran on a rainbow and carried flowers to give to the girl..." Techno didn't dare to resist, and ended the sentence with a polite tone that made the person listening nod with satisfaction, moving the porridge over to him and saying.

"Eat."

 "Heh! Heh, yeah." Techno then nodded slowly, sitting upright, picking up a spoon to scoop up the porridge and eat it, not daring to resist, because Type words would come true, if he took the news to gossip to anyone, it would get him killed. The relentless beating to the face was not without shyness, embarrassment to death, plus there was no telling when he woke up, damn what he heard.

  If Techno takes it and spread, I'll kill him and kill myself!

"What are you two doing?" The man who'd gone out to make the call came back with a confused face to greet him, and Type had a big smile.

"Nothing, just Techno was muddled for the night."

 If Tharn knew that Techno woke up in the middle of the night and indeed saw them, he would have scoffed, "You saw it because I invited it, so your friends would know. It's best to cover up mistakes like a cat covers up cat shit.

 "Is everything okay, do you want me to go buy you something to relieve you of the alcohol?"

 "No no no, it's okay, I'll be back when I'm done eating, it's too much of a bother, I'm embarrassed."

     It looks like he's really scared.

 The relieved man thought so, but couldn't help but make a wink at the reminder again, and Tharn interjected again.

 "Uh, Ai’Type, Ai’Lhong is coming over, are you OK?" The question caused Type to turn to make eye contact with him, and then to hear the gentle words again, asking as if asking permission.

  "Can I tell Ai’Lhong that we're boyfriends?"

  This problem made Type only quiet.

  It's time I was supposed to not be selfish with you, isn't it?

                     Tharn ~ Type

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