Tharntype The Series, Chapter 39: The man who has the upper hand says seriously.

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Tharntype The Series, Chapter 39: The man who has the upper hand says seriously.

In the days following the latest fight, Type also tried his best not to think much about that asshole senior, because no matter what he didn't think they'll ever see each other again, and even if they did, this southern lad would never be polite to him.

As for why, I don't know, but don't think someone like Type would be jealous, just... Cherish yourself!

I'm just a person of my own.

Well, Tharn is mine, so it's no surprise that it's annoying.

Type thought to himself comfortingly, and at the same time turned around to see that he was putting the bowl of instant noodles filled with vegetables into the microwave

The tall man of the furnace. Then, as soon as Tharn saw Type come out of the bathroom, he asked.

"Do you want it?"

"Yes," Type nodded, because he'd been working out again... and he is back on the football team, and dinner seemed to be something he would get on his way back.

This will all be digested.

The point is, after being in a bad mood over San's comments, he also found a way to vent his troubles that also cleared his head and lightened his mood, so much so that Techno kept on asking him to come 'back' to the team!

He said yes, and then went and begged the seniors who weren't happy with him being on the team at first to let him go again and join the team, but on one condition...no three days of fishing and two days of hanging up the nets like last semester. [1] half in half out

So, the evening stir fry did not help people who exercised until 10pm to stay any less hungry.

With that said, Type went off to find the person who had stayed by the cupboard and brought out a packet of fried pork minced with instant noodles.

 Snap

"I'll make it for you later." But before it could be opened and put in the bowl, someone thoughtful took it out of their hands, so

Type had to turn around to look at him.

"I'll get it myself."

"Just cooking bun noodles won't make me a man who loves to please." Tharn said, so much so that Type.

I'm sure he convinced him to let him be cared for willingly, but also at ease, and what

It's good to argue with him.

The latter bit by bit started 'willing' the other person in mind, then prepared to walk back to the table in front of the TV.

But for the low voice that sounded first.

"Dress like that? Is because you want to tempt me?"

"Ha!" Type immediately turned to look at the man who had showered first, now wearing a white tank top and striped shorts.

Then looked down at himself, wanted to cuss to the heavens and back, sobbed and cursed, "How am I dressed differently than you? Bastard.”

The thinking man glanced at his just-fitted black tank top and plaid boxers, then turned back to look at him.

"Ai’Tharn, you are purposely trying to annoy me with me, how have I tempted you." Type said in all seriousness, letting the other

Another...laugh.

Puff.

"Here ya go." When slender fingers touched his shoulder, then traced along the edge of the vest and his sweat hairs stood up.

"I like your muscles, just right looking." He said so, and groped along the edge of his vest.

FML, Type glared, then slapped his hand away slightly annoyed at feeling like he was seducing an old man in a see-through suit.

Male woman, but sorry, it's just a vest!

"Should I dip your head in a bowl of pickled noodles? Tempt you big-headed."

Muttered, then walked over to the table in front of the TV, but the cook remained leaning against the cupboard, staring intently.

Even with his back turned, he knew he was watching.

"You're hot."

"And you're horny." Type scolded, and Tharn refuted:

"Because you make me feel tempted."

"Fvck!!!!" Type cursed with his middle finger up, then turned on his ... computer.

Just got his computer to bring the game, and he went to take Tharn's and download the game in the game site. Just turning on the computer, the desire to play games made him feel a little better, and then turning those sexy, sexually-charged, and the weak sex drive was put behind him, but it seemed to be the same as the one who put his share of heated noodles on the table and in the microwave, and then walk over to someone who has nothing to do with it.

 Snap

"Move over a bit."

"Bastard! Is there no other place to sit? Why did you have to squeeze in here?!"

When instead of sitting on the couch by the rules, or wherever he goes, Tharn walked over and spreads his legs, crossed to his back when the southern lad was so shocked he almost jumped up. And worst of all, Tharn was physically interpenetrated between the southern lad and the sofa, so that the person sitting with his back to the seat was not able to steady his body, not carelessly moving but still had to sit down.

How does that go from sitting against the couch to sitting against that bastard's chest?

Then, not only did Tharn not answer his question, but instead shrank his handsome face to the nape of his neck, exposed by his vest. And then he put his freaking long nose to it and murmured:

"You smell good."

"Ai’Tharn, if you don’t move, I'll kick you in the balls!"

Type's voice spoke heavily as he admitted to sitting in this position...Ai’Hiaa kind of position is creepy.

Yeah, it was a hell of a pose like when he had to sit against his chest in when Tharn spread his legs even wider, so much so that with his thighs pressed against Type's hips and his hands still probing and hold Type's waist, Type felt like...

The heroine in the novel, no, the heroine in the novel do not sit close enough to feel that something is tenting right beneath your own hips on.

Close enough to choke.

"If you're not going to let me sit, just give me my computer back."

"Ai’Hiaa!!!!" Type cursed when he heard the unexpected rider, and the man behind him was only laughing softly, while shrinking his head to his neck, so much so that Type had to turn his head to avoid the offending nose.

"Don't come bothering me."

"You're back on the team?"

"Eh!"

"Then the breaks in between are different." He changed the subject, causing those listening to shrug their shoulders.

"There just isn't the same time, is there? Ai’Tharn, you practice music, I play football, and we meet just in time, if I stay here it’s much boring with you."

Type said it like that, even though he was beginning to think that sitting against Tharn’s chest like that was... not bad.

Though Tharn was as physically strong as a boy with muscles and not as soft to touch everywhere as a girl. But in air conditioning and the excessive warmth of touching, the tingling boy's body in the cool air also made Type not hate it as much as he thought he would.

Who cares, who could see what position I was sitting in in the bedroom?

The thinking man thus began to open up the game, though Tharn shrank his head at the nape of his neck and rubbed the tip of his nose against it to make him a little itchy and a little smug.

 Snap

"Ai’Tharn, if you touch me again, you die!" While his rogue boyfriend was fumbling to reach into his vest.

Type gritted his teeth, and the man who heard the threat laughed lowly, but was willing to extend his hand.

"So it's okay if I don't touch."

Puff.

"Ai’Tharn!" when Tharn stopped stroking and replaced it with a hand squeezing his nipple, it caused Type to almost freak out

At the first jump, Type could only scream. Only then he went to turn around and look at the offending man, only to see the brown of his head’s hair shrunken at his shoulder.

"You say you're not sexy, but you know what? That's the type I like." Tharn is more than just talk.

He also raised his hand to touch Type's sturdy chest, and the southern lad frowned.

"Do you like my flesh? Ai’Gay." Type scolded dismissively, making the little gay sigh, too. Although too lazy to contemplate what he cursed, he replied.

"It did at first, but now my fondness for you doesn’t stops at just looking."

"Are you a psychopath? Like being scolded by me or something?"

"Huh," Tharn just chuckled in his throat. But didn't go on about what he liked about him, Type wouldn’t want to hear about the ones he want to say.

No. What is the significance of coming to sit like the atmosphere in those novels that girls like to read? As long as the two stay together.

It's not enough to feel comfortable, it's enough to think deeper because of what likes to do. Because Type himself thinks that in addition to Tharn, he can't sleep with anyone, he doesn't hate him as much as he hates everyone else...that's all.

But to ask why he was willing to go out with him, because...well, there's no way to explain it.

"It would be nice if you could stop continuing to play with my nipples, I want to play the games!" Type is tighter than before.

He's not just kneading it, he's touching it so much it makes me go tingly, so to speak.

FML…has this jerk ever not get what he wanted?

"Ai’Tharn, the food is ready." Even with the sound of the microwave, the one behind him still wouldn't get up and even more so, he shrank back and gave a light peck at Type throat, which dazed the receiver as well. And.....

"Your little divine dragon has come to beckon me."

"It was you who tempted me."

"Ai’..." Type scolded him full on, as he still hadn't stopped talking about the insanity of temptation, it seemed Tharn also desperately didn't want to listen, and then because he was moving his lips up to Type's ear and licking it, Type also felt a burst of fever.

I'm afraid there's no more games to play.

The thinking man turned back to greet the kiss from the one whose face had moved to his cheek, then pressed it to his lips.

Who would not let anyone's fiery kisses, and tongues tangled haphazardly, he was nimbly chasing frolicsome, in the same order.

As for the saliva, it adds a few notes of sweetness. When Tharn's hand went to the mouth of the shirt under his armpit and lifted the vest to expose his dark brown breasts nipple were clamped back and forth with the fingertips.......

But before there was any further action, the phone placed on the couch vibrated, causing Type to withdraw his mouth to a

Dot.

"Yours."

"Never mind it." The drummer in the middle of something big didn't want to care about any of the shit, so Type snapped:

"Answer it! I'm going to eat the noodles!" The southern lad immediately rose from where he was sitting and looked at Tharn with an annoyed sigh, though, reached out and grabbed his phone, looked up, and sat down on the couch.

"Hey, P’San."

 Cough

A name stopped the hungry man in his tracks and immediately turned his head to look at the other.

It's that bastard again!

This idea made Type think of nothing else, except....

 Bang

"Hey," Tharn called out unexpectedly when the boyfriend suddenly sat back down, but Type didn't turn his head to the computer.

Instead, he took aim under Tharn's pants and grinned coldly.

  While Thiwat was pulling Tharn's pants down to his hips with ease the drummer rushed to stop him and the man who made the pulling was grinning.

"You just talk, I'm just hungry for food." Type just said that, then turned his attention to the thing twitching in front of him.

Ai’Hiaa, that scumbag.

Now between the disgust of having to lick the man there and the exasperation of seeing one's own man talking to someone else, Type thinks the latter was so complete that Type took the other man’s secret big baby in both hands, and the previous kissing scene had made it swell in his hand.

Then he just applied a few gripped stroking.

"Hmm," a low voice came out of the throat of the man who had just spoken on the phone.

"Ai’Type." Tharn called gesturing for him to stop. But the one who listened had closed himself off and was just holding that big treasure in his hands.

Slowly stroked back and forth slowly, Type had evolved from a novice, to someone who one could say that doing so... was as easy as eating.

I'm going to keep you distracted, Ai’Hiaa.

The jealous (but never admit it) person says this in his heart, while using his tongue to hook that middle part of his body, slowly moving up and down licking slowly, watching the drummer's small belly tighten into a ball, as if he were suppressing some sort of unidentified sound that came from his throat, and then he put a hand on his shoulder.

"Huh," Type chuckled slightly mockingly as the hot rod of flesh was swelling to its fullest, his nervousness or perhaps ... no less than him.

Dying to show that bastard, Brother San, who Tharn belongs to! So thought the man who was licking the thing from the bottom with his tongue, licking up and down a few times before putting the head in his mouth, and closing, tightening his mouth, he sucked up and down as hard as he had enjoyed before.

Each time Type was so stimulated that he broke his breath, he returned the favor once with a tooth grin.

Wanting to win, Type thought, exhaling on the hot rod of flesh before tugging hard with his mouth, so Tharn was startled, and his voice on the phone was even hoarser. But at this point he was slowly moving his hips closer to Type's mouth, and his other hand was gripping him tightly, causing Type to glance at him.

Well, you're really biting the bullet.

His face was slightly distorted by clenched teeth, eyes flashing with wild lust deadly down, skin was also red, the hand holding the phone squeezed so badly that it was worried it would deform.

"Are you okay?" Type backed out while asking, then replaced it with a hand, fiddling back and forth with the crimson top so much so that Type gulped even more, and Thiwat ran his hands across his white tank top to grind his nipples.

"You're not the only one who can do it." Then he moved to the other ear and muttered, so that whoever was listening had a hard-on for the phone.

The head said:

"'Phi, that's all."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and threw it on the bed, which caused Type to raise a bad smile, and inexplicably felt relieved after being pounced on. The front (knowing the routine now) pushed Tharn's shoulders with both hands so that he fell back on the couch, then pulled his pants down to his hips.

"What do you want to what?" He asked, making the man who did it sneer:

"Didn't you say you didn't think it was ok to sleep with that senior?" Tharn frowned slightly, but replied anyway:

"Eh," which also made Type smile even more badly, then whispered with his head down:

"It's also possible that Ai’ Phi San won't do it then... do you want to try it with me?"

Type put aside the previous thought of not being able to stick there in a man's ass, because now the desire to win against San is even better.

If that Ai’San could do it before, why can't I do it?

The man who had spilled the jar of vinegar (and didn't even fvcking know it) said to himself in a heavy voice. Because knowing that San is interested in

Tharn did something he hadn't done before that annoyed him more than he thought it would, so much so that even to counterattack...he could do it.

The thinking man struggled to get Tharn's shirt off, and it seemed the drummer was happy to cooperate, but....

 Snap

"If San won't be able to do it, I'm afraid you're just a kindergartner who doesn't have a sex drive yet."

 Bang

"Ai’Hiaa Tharn!" now Type's head was really hot, I'm afraid, topped with a capitalized angry charm, as it felt like he was scorned, Tharn also just whispered a grin and reached out to grab his hips and give them a heavy squeeze.

"I like the state I'm in."

"How do you know if you don't try?"

"Tried it, didn't like it... and you understand how doing it can make you feel good enough to cvm." Tharn, it's like he's picking a fight.

Saying so, the person who had made up his mind to make him beg this Young Master Type for a favor froze. And he turned sitting up from the drummer, Tharn pressed his fingers through his boxers to the tiny hole behind him.

 "Here... in your body." Tharn whispered in his ear. And it's blowing hot air, so Type, who wants to change his attacking state, had to take a deep breath, because it reminded Tharn of that feeling when he poked it in.

"You know you like when I do that, too." He's still chasing the interceptor, but has his hand in his pants, while using his thumb

Finger pressed so gently at the entrance that made Type take a deep breath.

"Da, you may think San brother has the upper hand, but instead you should know that you have the upper hand even more so... because you make me like you the way brother San can't do!”

I'm so obsessed with you.

The words made Type froze at the thought of what Tharn had said to him before.

Although San had slept with him earlier, Tharn had said he felt nothing, and on the contrary, he was too scared to want to do it again. But...

With him...how many times did he let Tharn exhaust himself sleeping with him in bed...even though the two were almost exhausted each time to death he didn't care.

 Snap

Not only that, but the wide palm of the hand cupped the middle part of the body, nimbly stroking it, while licking his brightly colored lips teasingly, so much so that Type had to raise his hand to grab his back and give him and even hotter kiss.

The temperature of this kiss was almost identical to that of the oil poured over the flame, and no one was willing to concede defeat and attack and counterattack were fought so much that the mouth was filled with sound of saliva being exchanged were resounded throughout the room, intermingled with low whines, at which point each also pulled out their d*cks and rubbed back and forth, so much so that the sound of inhaling came out.

Rubbing to the searing heat of wetness.

After that, Type's pants were yanked below the waist before being wrenched over by the drummer with his back leaning against the couch.

 Snap

"Ai’Tharn...ha..." whispered Type as Tharn grabbed his hand and violently sucked at the fingertips until they were drenching wet, the wet fingers and the look of the man who was licking them made Type's whole body tingle as Tharn gripped Type's hand...went to caress the narrow nip, and Type almost pushed him to the side.

"I did the stretching for you before, showed me how now." He said, so much so that Type gritted his teeth, but forced the touch of the fingertips on the narrow mouth, even without the friction of the hard parts in the middle, made it impossible for the extinguished to put out the fire, willingly raising his hips a little, his other hand gripped Tharn's shoulder tightly, and ...

Brush

"Hmmm....ha....that hurts." Type tilted his head up and took a long breath as his slender fingers slowly pushed in, until the whole back hurt over and he tilted his head up when he let the man in the way down and kissed it, Type had to open his mouth to greet the sizzling tongue that came in deep.

"Press them in as deeply as you like me to...here."

"Humph... Ai’...Tharn...bastard...beast!" Type cursed when a full set when the finger was pushed in deeper until they got to hitting the point filled with internal excitement, the body shuddered and the hips left the couch, wanting to stop, but the wet fingers couldn't stop, so much so that a muffled laugh was heard.

The one who couldn't stand it smiled and got up quickly.

At first Type wanted to scold him about where he was going when he was still in this wolfish state, but he walked over and pulled the locker open.

The movements shut him up...a tool for appreciating love was going to come.

This time he came back and stood in front of him, and,

"You say you're not tempting me, but your eyes look like they're going to swallow me whole." He said so, and Type cursed.

But his eyes couldn't take their eyes off the scene in front of them.

Tharn was standing in front of the couch wearing a condom. But Tharn's eyes were fixed on the legs where he was parting, after looking at each part, and the slender fingers that were constantly stimulating the excitement points within himself, Tharn looked away, dazed.

This made Type curse...you're the one who looks like he's going to swallow someone whole.

But it has to be acknowledged that he is...sexy anyway.

What a man, standing nxked showing off his muscles, there hard and upright, wearing a cxndom in front of his face, soaked in sweat, eyes disorientated, but a simple gesture like pulling the cxndom off and putting it on himself instead made Type...gulp.

"Let me give you a hand." He came and sat on his knees in front of him, making Type want to punch him, but before he could, Tharn licked his tongue over the brightly colored periphery.

"You love to take advantage....beast." No doubt, every time he licked there with his tongue, he lost heart to extending a finger, then that being replaced by his wet tongue, right-deep inside, twisting no more than a few times, Type was ripping his shoulders tightly, lips biting into the pain that felt like he could be releasing his cvm at any moment.

That xssholes Tharn's tongue!

"Ha...ho...Tharn...enough...enough ah...exciting...dying...ho... Going to be too much... I can’t stand it...It's......."

As Tharn's nimble tongue stirred, the little southern lad cursed as he was about to release.

But held back so strongly that a groan rang through the room. As for the rogue drummer, he also backed out and lifted his head, grinning.

 Snap

Brush

"Ha...ah...Ai’Tharn... beast! ...hot... don't come in... I said... don't...ah...."

The big part plunged in all at once so deep that Type held his breath and felt like he took a trip to hell.

The rod, blazing hot and hard as an iron rod, felt like it had carried him easily to heaven.

"Huh, you like it deep." He didn't just talk about it, he shoved a whole one in, hitting the deep point, so much so that Type almost struggled to spread his legs further apart so that Tharn's thighs went under his hips and he squeezed the back of the couch tight, and then Tharn didn't pull away either but thrust deeper, and he slammed into it so hard in that position that Type narrowly missed grabbing his shoulder.

"I'm...going to kill...you," Type snarled, but who is actually going to die first wasn't known, because when Tharn didn't stop and he repeatedly attacked in, Type almost lost his will, and he felt sickly comfortable.

"Try it then...I'd like that...ho...Ha...you're too good."

Tharn roared under his breath, as if he couldn't take it anymore himself, as the repeated attacks left him barely able to breathe.

When the hot rod in the middle of the body also went to rub against Tharn's abdomen, it felt like it could be released without any touch.

 Puff

Yes, Thiwat didn’t need help to release his cvm because having the drummer's hot stick pummeling through him was enough.

What made Tharn laugh even worse was when he raised his thighs and then jerked his hips sharply and frequently until the pandering man’s body trembled and he could only take in his fiery kisses, and as he stiffened his body, without words, Tharn released his full strength.

After that a loud exhales were ringing through the room.

Panting heavily, Type then wrapped his arms around the other man’s neck, neither of them wanting to move their bodies, just staying still in their original position.

Sitting, letting the almost naked bodies press against each other.

"Flat noodles...the cooking is over..." said Type angrily. Causing Tharn to laugh in a low voice.

"Later...phew... we can redo" replied Type as he gently stroked his sweat-soaked back and asked.

"Drowned in ... my ... arms yet ..."

"Not yet...but close enough." He replied, causing Type to sigh heavily, while asking seriously.

"Me and him... whose better?" Tharn replied without a second thought:

"You," came the reply accompanied by another kiss, making the mouth owed man laugh like a winner. Who cares?

Whether I'm Top or bottom, I'm going to have Tharn alll to myself.

Someone who hated gays opened his legs wider for the ride, thought the man....but that's only if it's in the whole heart.

……………….

"No rehearsal today, exactly, I'm going to play a game.”

Mr. Thiwat said to himself as he got out of Brother Win's car, and then walked over to the same car that had been in the car park at 4:00 p.m., however lately, but almost every day after six o'clock, the music handsome boy shared the apartment came later.

He did a lot of things that he didn't want to do, so he was deliberately left to train heavily by himself, and he just joined us at the beginning of school.

Ai’Champ deserved it too.

I don't know what kind of evil Techno used to call the guy who was supposed to kick more than normal person.

"It's good to make cold seafood and eat it." Thiwat put aside the friend thing and with that said, he remembered the contents of the fridge. Then he remember going grocery shopping with Tharn recently and then buying several boxes of frozen food, and being too lazy to peel it himself, he washes himself and calls Tharn, a man who is almost perfect but can't do anything but fry eggs and instant noodles.

People go and get a box of shrimp, squid and dory each to put in the fridge.

As for this dish, it's also super easy... take it out, melt it on ice, put it in a pot of boiling water, add some vegetables if you have any, and pour it over the fish dip....easier than a fried egg.

The smackers thought, while also thinking of other dishes.

If you want to eat a roasted pork neck, but are too lazy to buy it, then you can fry the pork in oil, simple.

Mostly his own favorite dish can be cooked, no doubt, but still, at least now he had to think about whether Tharn could eat it.

As for why he doesn't make his own seafood dip, it's because his hands will be uncomfortable later and he'll be want to make it too spicy by adding the spicy things, Tharn also can't eat the made food.

Type thought about it as he walked, but since he remembered that there was no dip, he folded it out and bought it at a convenience store outside.

Just in time to notice a gorgeous car was following a beautiful Audi in and parked in the parking lot.

When I got what I asked for, I grabbed another big bottle of soda (don't guess, I only drink mineral water now because a certain dog I like.) With a large bottle of milk, the southern lad went back to his apartment, but not before going upstairs.

Swiftly

Both legs came to a standstill, sharp eyes momentarily dimmed and filled with rage.

"Ai’Tharn, you are despicable."

Upon seeing the pleasingly tall man in front of him standing in front of the elevator going up with...the demon-like senior.

Type cursed through gritted teeth, his hands clenched tightly as he carried the bag.

Ai’Tharn.... Ai’Fvkc San.

"Bad as hell" Type felt green because this was his and Tharn's private space, and then in his absence Tharn brings that bastard, what else can Type think.

Are you going to sleep behind my back?

The man in the air thought, then immediately walked straight over, and at that moment he did not think of turning his back and crying his nose out, like the kind that has to be broken and thrown to the dogs to be eaten!

But, before they could get to them, Thiwat saw the most frightening scene...the most frightening scene inside.

The scene where the damned school senior is leaning down to kiss Tharn on the lips, and then the worst of it.

Ai’Tharn instead looked blandly willing to give him a kiss.

It made Type feel like the whole person was unsteady, like his heart was going to fall out and he was going to rush up to get justice.

He understood the girl who cried her nose out when the boy cheated on her, because now...the tears are about to break, and he's shocked!

Unable to move the body.

Tharn is cheating...?

Type asked with a sharp pain in his heart.

                     Tharn ~ Type

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