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Tharntype The Series, Chapter 23: Relationship status
"You're so heavy,
Tharn."
"..."
"Ai’Tharn, I said you are so heavy. Can't you understand people's words?"
"Yes. I don't understand. "
"You..."
At this time, Tharn can't hear what this man is talking about. He only knew one thing, comfort... he was glad that his efforts in more than a week have not been in vain and have not brought the relationship back to freezing point again.
Yes, he admitted that he was drunk that night, but that's not why he kissed Type in the middle of the pub. Instead, he thought it was alcohol
His courage made him dare to do what he would not normally do even after thinking twice, but he also admitted that he was not too thoughtful at that time.
Even though he has always been a rational person, the situation that night really made him unable to control his emotions. What he showed at that time, in fact far less than one thousandth of the actual feelings, although there is still hope in the inner corner, it can't hide the disappointment and grievance.
This thought lingered in Tharn's mind until the next morning, and gradually changed from confusion to lucid reason.
Tharn knew in his heart that Type will not actively show weakness, and he should be the one who actively reconciles with him but...
Yes!
Just as he was going to apologize, or when it didn't happen, an idea suddenly came into his mind... If he was angry,
What would Type do?
Although it was just an occasional thought, Tharn thought about it carefully later. It was nothing and nothing would be lost, try to find out Type bottom line, so he calmed down, stopped thinking of apologizing, and began to ignore Type, make a look of anger with him and wait to see what he will do.
At first, Type didn't pay attention. He felt more comfortable. Tharn decided to go back to the dormitory and tossed and turned that night thinking, how to deal with the current situation, in order to let the two of them make up.
This was a big departure from the original idea.
So, on the day of returning to the dormitory, Tharn was actually ready to take a low attitude and make up his mind. However, the development of things was a little bit too much exceeding one's expectations.
Type never knew that the sprite in the middle of the table and the short, stuttering "Drink, it’s for you" were in his heart
What a big wave there is.
He could never know how shaking his hands were at that time. He could not control it with difficulty and did not accept his flattery by repeatedly telling himself to keep the normal state, let Type feel angry, and quickly make a look that showed that he doesn't care!
Only then can we know how much he cares about himself and how much hope he still has. Tharn even put away every drink can to comfort his soul. He always cared about him even if only a few.
For a week, Tharn has always had to make a lot of determination to keep himself out of his arms and he passed the drink with a calm face, the hard spoken one, who could not help but use the spare light to observe whether he opened the drink or not.
Tharn knew he lost Type again.
So what's wrong with him trying to make up for it now?
“Ai’Type that hurts!" As soon as he turned his face, he was flicked on the forehead, let him kneel on the bed and hold Type. He released his hand and covered his forehead, frowning at the person lying on the bed, but saw that the face gradually rose a layer of red he was shy and kissing him, Tharn looked at him quietly and couldn't help but blurt out,
"You know, how long had I waited for your compromise..."
"I have said that I will not compromise!" He was forcibly interrupted by Type before his voice fell. He didn't realize that the drink that week, and the kiss that just happened, is actually the best compromise. He squinted his eyes as he spoke.
"Wait, you seem to know that I will compromise first Ai’Hiaa!!!”
He can't keep calm any longer. He sits beside the bed staring at Tharn. His handsome face is full of smiles. That smile... It's him. As he said before, smile from the heart. But Tharn smiled like a ruffian and raised one eyebrow.
"I finally know that you still care about me."
"Bullcrap! I didn't... "
"You were angry when I didn't go home at night."
"I......"
"You bought me sprite because you know I like it."
"I said I......"
"And then you kissed me because you knew I wanted that."
"..."
At the end of the day, the man who tried to defend himself gradually stopped his mouth, clenched his fist until his joints turned white and his face turned red shy or angry, his bright eyes seemed to say that he wanted to kick the person out of the room. Tharn looked at him. He's so angry
Bastard, no waves in my heart, even moved to bed with a satisfied smile.
"Am I right?"
"Yes!" Type's unexpected answer made Tharn look back at him involuntarily. He thought it was very strange, but he didn't have time
Looking at his expression, suddenly
Kah!
Dong!!
A long leg stretches out and kicked hard at Tharn's back, making him fall to the low table in the middle. Tharn was stunned for a long time, there was no time to react to what happened until...
Bang!
"Ah!" Type's foot stepped on his chest, and Tharn was in pain and out of breath. He could not look at the backlight figure, the smile was so cold, the eyes were sharp, telling the person lying on the ground that he had to take a beating tonight, but Tharn didn't have any shelter and can’t say no to it. Just look up at the Type of devil's body.
"You forgot to say... You played me like a monkey. "
"But I did feel hurt that night."
Uh
With only a few words, Tharn let the man who was determined to beat him to death stop his speech, and his strong foot slowly relaxed his strength, turned around and sit back on the bed. Type looked at Tharn and saw the incredible sincerity in his eyes.
"I told the truth that night... Because you really are more than a friend.” Tharn doesn't know if he can get a response, but he was still expressing his inner thoughts without reservation. He was ready. Type will beat him. But...
Click...
"I don't care if you think I'm more than a friend. I don't care about this. What I care about now is why you play with me." Type's face began to get hot and blush on his cheeks. Didn't Tharn see anything?
Crack
Dong!
"Fvck!"
When Type turned to his bed, Tharn gets up and kicked him. With ten percent of his strength, Tharn stopped from kicking him and Tharn sprang him straight to the foot of the bed, and saw that his face was going to have a close contact with the foot. The body's emergency mechanism was the first to respond, forced the forward position to fall backward, press the person behind and fall on the floor together. Type felt sharp pain in the back.
Crack
However, Tharn, who was sitting on the stomach on top of Type, was in more painful. He raised his hand and held his waist in pain, and continued to ask seriously,
"Now... What am I in your mind?”
Tharn felt that he had to take the opportunity to ask him, or he didn't know whether he could wait for the next chance now.
"..."
At other times, he would not hesitate to say that he was a friend, but now, he can't say it to his mouth.
Tharn looked up at him, at the man who had just kicked himself down, at his dodging eyes.
"What do you say?"
The silence of the other side gave Tharn hope. He struggled to sit up, and his arms were tighter around his waist.
"What am I in your heart?" He leaned down on Type's back, closed his eyes and waited for his answer.
"You are..."
In fact, at this time Tharn would like to say that although his hesitation time is only a few seconds, it was really a long time for him.
Why does intuition tell him that the word friend is not the right answer to this question?
Type thought about it, and found that he was held tightly, with heavy and hot back, and Tharn's head was close to him
I'd like to turn around and slap him on the forehead. But on second thought, it's understandable that Tharn asked, after all, before
The relationship between the two of them is really messy.
At this point, the Type was almost clear.
As far as Tharn was concerned, he has never paid attention to the word "friend", which has long been forgotten, and he really likes him.
A man like me, there is nothing he could like so much.
He knew himself very well. Sometimes he has a good temper, but he has many shortcomings. He has been bullying Tharn, but Tharn still liked him as always, said for him is friendship, and he should have been disgusted, but now he was not sure.
It's not annoying, but he didn't think about how to get close to him.
He admits that he likes sleeping with Tharn, asking him to go shopping or eat with him, which he doesn't think is strange, but there is always a voice in his mind to remind him that he is a boy.
Boys should associate with girls, but
"What do you think I will answer, lover?"
"It's best if it is."
"Cut" Type dislikes that word in his mouth, but his heart palpitates inexplicably. He needed to clear up his mood to avoid adding more chaos.
"So what am I to you?" Tharn asked again, eager to know the answer, while Type,
"Casual lover..."
"Huh?" Tharn asked a strange question behind his back. He tried to look up and look at Type
Turn to look at him, the corner of the mouth raised a bad smile. He himself realized that he had cared about it and was unwilling to use friends again
Friend is a word, but use other words to prevaricate.
Something above friendship, but not full lover.
"Well, where have you heard that friends kiss, bite or make love?" He seems to forget that he used to talk about friends who can have sxx, too. He vaguely felt that the relationship between the two seemed to be more chaotic than before, so the answer was actually the most suitable one for now.
Tharn took a long breath and said,
"That would be good."
"You're quite content."
"Then, if I want to get closer, will you let me?"
Uh
Type suddenly felt satisfied. He could not help turning his head to look at those affectionate and focused brown eyes, but he moved quickly and when he opened his eyes, he felt that he was about to be seen through, and he was a little scared. He wanted something to happen, and you can't control it.
Also, he was afraid that his own ideas will make the relationship more distant.
Enough Type. It's good to have such a relationship now.
"You are greedier than I thought." After Type finished, he broke his hands around his waist and walked to the bed not far away,
But...
Crack
“Ai’Tharn, if you dare to pull me down like you just did, I will leave you nowhere to live." However, the hands still grasped and he didn't put his ankle to kick. Type didn't dare to move forward. He was afraid of being dragged to the ground again. He turned to look at the people on the ground, but what's the matter with that smile
A smile that means not nothing.
Tharn didn't answer, but raised his hand and brushed his ankle. It was light and soft, giving people goose bumps.
"What are you doing?" Type asked in a low voice, but the other side was not ready to answer him, but approached his face and did something unexpected.
Tharn kissed his ankle!
Click
The warm tip of the tongue gently skims over the skin, and Type started to panic, feeling that the heart was about to jump out. On the other hand, he was a little bit excited
"Ah" when the wet tip of the tongue circled around the knee socket, Type's voice couldn't help overflowing from his throat. He thinks he can't be dominated by this feeling, he asked again,
"What do you want to do?"
"What should I want to do?"
"I mean what the fvck are you doing now!"
Type thought that when he asked him to go to bed, he pushed himself. Now he looked at the person in front of him, and he has an impulse and he tried really hard to push it back.
In any case, Tharn was now more noticeable than any other mess in his head.
Crack
One hand has touched his thigh, and he is still fumbling upward. Loose casual shorts were pushed up...
Don't move, wait to see what the man wanted.
Tharn's tongue gradually licked up, and a pair of big hands did not sit idle, the groped into the pants, and came to the big thigh of the leg, gently and heavily rub his skin. The cloth between the legs accidentally rubbed there, which made Type unable to help it. He took a deep breath, and at this time, the tip of his tongue came to the root of his thigh.
The pants were pulled to the ankles and hung. Type was in a panic and was at a loss to break away from him.
"Lie down." In fact, Type wanted to kick him hard, but his patience for more than two weeks kept him going from getting up from the bed. Tharn covered him and pressed on him. His calm face slowly showed taunt?
"Do you want to sleep with me?"
"If you dare to do that again, believe it or not, I'll kick you to the wall." Type said, biting his teeth, thinking of that day,
He couldn't help but get angry again. Tharn leaned over his ear,
"It's normal for the body to react, which doesn't mean you want to." His voice suddenly changed, which made Type unable to respond for a while, just turned around and look at the side face of his earlobe, and then he said something, which made Type heartbeat accelerate, suddenly regretted why he didn't go to the gym for several days.
"But my words are only for you."
Before Type could answer, Tharn rode on him, his legs strong against him, and his soft lips covered him down and pried open his mouth directly. While responding, Type thought to himself, he better mind him. Those are still in his mind
If you come, keep it hidden. The most important thing at this moment is the man in front of you.
Crack
Type reaches out and grabbed his collar, deepens the kiss. No one is allowed to break from the two, and the kiss became more intense and the room was full of kisses that made people blush and heartbeat. Tharn's hands were not idle. He rubbed everywhere, causing Type to support slowly rising little tent.
"Touch me." His voice is so light that he can hardly hear it. Type was trying to cuss him for being busy, but it was too late.
Tharn grabbed his hand and presses it under himself. Type was silent for a moment.
Ai’Tharn you have gotten hard as a dragon!
Type grabbed his hard side and thought strangely. When he came back to his mind, he grabbed it and pulled it out, letting Tharn's younger brother take a breath of the fresh air outside, only to find that it has become hard and looked red and purple, with blue tendons exposed, as if talking about what you want.
Sometimes I'm jealous of his size.
Type didn't dare to think about it before. The thought that one day, he could really hold Tharn's little brother in his hand. For the first time the feeling of holding was not bad. It's also hard to understand why the gay men can accept sucking the other man’s mouth
Little brother, I think it's hard to accept that I'm facing Tharn.
Type slowly started to jerk it up and down Tharn's little brother, while his eyes were firm on him, and Tharn was also holding his own in rolling, Type saw Tharn begin to take a deep breath His face was flushed with satisfaction.
He is the sxxiest man!
Whoever saw Tharn's expression now will have such an idea. It's like the blazing eyes of fire, deep gasps, slightly open lips, red face, and slowly dripping sweat.
The more he looked like this... The more Type felt hot.
"Ah!" When he rubbed himself with his fingertips, the feeling of comfort and pain interbreed made Type fail to stop himself from whining, he knew how eager he was.
"Where are you going?" When he saw Tharn rise, he asked in a hurry, his words full of discontent.
"Find the tools to make you feel better."
"By..."
In fact, it's not a strange tool. I saw him take a bottle of lubricating oil out of the drawer of his desk and walk back and he took off his shirt and trousers, so that Type could observe his figure carefully and truly in pure view.
For a long time, he has been hiding, even hiding from him. But this time, after declaring sovereignty, Type was really feeling good to see his figure.
Tharn has a good body shape and special white skin.
Muscles were not as big and exaggerated as people in the gym, but they are very symmetrical and comfortable, like men's models in magazines, which can make girls weak, the other people of European and American ancestry, the chest has thin soft fluffy, but this doesn't affect anything. Maybe it's because he's white, even his nipples were white and pink. And he himself... he was all brown and black
Yes, and the c0ck size... It's better not to mention it, sad.
They are together It is estimated that there will be many girls to feel pity, but Tharn was a gay.
This said that he belongs to himself
The more he thought about it, the more unbearable it was. Type couldn’t help licking his lips. Tharn has come back to sit by the bed, grabbed his two legs apart, kissed his little brother and start licking it like ice cream.
"Um... Ah! Tharn... You...freaking good." He has to admit that Tharn was good at it. Tharn was sucking his little brother, Type couldn't bear to moan in a low voice. He felt his buttocks were tense enough to take off with force. His heart is about to jump out of his chest so he rubbed the pillow.
But...
Is it so delicious?
Type asked himself many times, because every time he saw Tharn satisfy himself with his mouth, he didn't show a little disgust on his face, on the contrary, it felt like his little brother is a stick ice that needs to be sucked continuously to be delicious. Eat it Very enjoyable,
"Um... Ai’Tharn Ah... Er... Ah... I can't!” Type can't bear it anymore, he used his hands to exert force and held his head, he can't bear it... He shot.
Type can't help smiling.
"Delicious."
Go to hell!
Type felt that his face was so hot that he wanted to explode. There was a sense of shame that he could not speak clearly. Before he wanted more, the lubricant was put it on. Tharn applied it skillfully with his fingertips, but he got to pick up
"Er!" Type was surprised. Tharn's fingers came into his body with the strange touch of lubricating oil, and when Tharn once again lowered his head and kissed his little brother, he could not help but open his mouth slightly and gasp for breath. The strange pleasure made him want to flee.
“Ai’Tharn... Stop... Don't use your hands... That way... Ah...” The finger was inserted deeper in that spot, and the Type could not help trying to hide for a while. When he came back to his senses, Tharn has put his whole finger in it. He held the sheet tightly, almost tore the bed sheet often, enlarge the pupils, and the lips were bloodless.
Puff
Then, suddenly, Tharn pulled out his hand and looked up I saw Tharn's very painful face.
"Sorry, I can't wait. You look... delicious. "
"I don't Ah! Tharn... Ah... Ai’Hiaa... Your thing... It's too ho... Ah... Ah...” When the pushes were strong, and sudden impacting the body, Type almost shook. The hard touch made him lose his mind. The finger and what was not inserted are not in the same level at all.
Tharn began to twitch, and Type bowed to bear it. Although it was very painful, it was more thrilling than painful. Type could not help whining in a low voice trying to arc up.
It's like... Unparalleled thrill and Type started to urge Tharn.
“Ai’Tharn... Move quickly... Hurry up I can't...” Type asked for more. Tharn was already sweating for a while. He held Type’s hips in both hands, slowly twitching, and then suddenly start to accelerate. Type also raised his legs around his waist, with a big panting, in this way, two people gave all to each other, into each other.
Having sxx with Ai’Tharn was the best thing in the world.
Crack
"Turn around." Tharn said in a low voice, as he pulled out, Type obediently turned around and laid on his stomach. When the firmness was inserted again, Type tightly covered his mouth, and Tharn rubbed his nipples with his hands, and pulled them in a sync motion in faster than before.
Ah ah
The two bodies were in bed were moving towards each other, the temperature was getting higher and higher, the rough gasp and the creak of the bed were interwoven, which resounded throughout the room, each twitch is accompanied by the wail of the foot of the bed. Type could not help but smile.
"Bed... Will not... It will collapse... Ha... "
"Er... What do you care about?”
"No... Do that again... Tharn... Hurry up... "
"No pain Ah... Doesn't it hurt...? "
"No... No pain... Ah... Uh huh!” Type used a pillow to block his mouth. He knew that the sound insulation in the room is not good. He tried hard to muffle and restrain himself from making a sound, but the heat in his body made him unable to hold back the groan. The pleasure became stronger. He held his head deep buried in the pillow, with his buttocks up, he suffered the fierce collision behind him.
"I can Er... cvm in there?”
"You... Ah!” Before Type can answer, the person behind has reached the top and hit forward hard and after that, Tharn pulled out, and white liquid spilled over the sheets and Type's back.
Thump
Type collapsed exhausted, and the person behind him gasped to follow him.
“Ai’Type," he said first,
"Um"
"The bed didn’t break?"
Type doesn't know if Tharn really cares about bed or is joking, but he gasped and smiled. In fact, he has been worried, in case the old bed really collapses, the supervisor asked how it broke he couldn’t explain the reason.
It was too intense to do in bed, but how can anyone say that.
"So now you still think I'm a friend?" Tharn asked again. This time, Type didn't get angry, but felt funny.
"Well, we were just about to collapse the bed, and you asked me this?"
Type didn't go on because Tharn didn't make a speech or pushed him go back to his bed. Type acquiesced.
It's not bad to sleep in the same bed with him so quietly.
Tharn ~ Type
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