Tharntype The Series, Chapter 53: Reasons for breaking the oath (M)

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Tharntype The Series, Chapter 53: Reasons for breaking the oath (M)

"Do you know you're drunk?"

"I'm not drunk!"

"Only drunk people say they're not drunk, and look at you now."

"Hmm!"

On the big bed in the apartment, was leaning over and whispering in Type's ear, which Type had been reluctant to admit.

Drunk himself, looked up and asked.

"Do you forgive me?"

"No, wait until you ask me." Type double-loops Tharn's neck and pulls him toward his mouth.

A little closer.

"Hurry up." Type begged him, putting his face Tharn's mouth, which really made him fail to hold it in.

"You are such an abrasive goblin." leaned down and kissed Type on the lips, a soft kiss to hold Type in.

Shuddering, meekly accepting the kiss, he opened his mouth voluntarily to let Tharn's tongue in, hands holding Tharn's head tightly, letting out a more seductive moan than before.

"Hmm!" The two men's tongues chased in their mouths, making their bodies tingle.

The whines came and went in rhythm with darting, both desperately trying to draw from each other.

Sweet, no one cared for the voice that rang through the room 888.

", I want more!" had just withdrawn from Type's mouth, and Type was begging to be heard.

Tharn kissed him forcefully and reached under Type, startled.

"Why are you so wet?"

"I'm drunk." He just refused to admit that he was drunk Type, and now he's immediately admitting it, when Tharn was shoving his fiery body into himself, he buried his head in the pillow.

"Um Tharn, no, these pants, are grinding me to pain." Tharn wanted to go right through his pants.

Go, make Type hard, he tried to push Tharn away.

"Told you they are making it hard for me."

"That makes you even more sexual, the more you watch me poke, the wetter you get."

Yes! The more Tharn's fingers went in, the more Type's pants got wet. Looks like as long as Type is drunk more powerful it is, the easier it will be to get him to meekly put himself at his mercy.

"Huh!" This time Type didn't refute again and turned his head to the other side, breathing more heavily than before.

Heavy.

"Mmm... Ah..." Tharn's tongue swept over Type's nipple, causing Type to let out a moan as he force and restrained himself from making a sound.

"Ah, ah! Don't pinch it!" Tharn reached up and kneaded Type's chest, causing him to protest. Tharn's tongue ran down Type's body all the way.

The gesture caused Type to let out a whimper, his body trembling slightly as he was still doing his best to restrain himself.

Tharn, who was very familiar with his body, couldn't help but smile.

Type's body was soft now, and the person who made him that way was himself.

Just kissing leaves Type defenseless.

"Ah... Tharn... don't...come in... Ah...I want to... "Once very homophobic

Tharn pulled Type's pants down to his ankles.

"No!" Tharn was just about to lower his head when he heard Type say.

"Don't use your mouth...use your little brother."

Type lifted himself up on his hips and pointed at Tharn.

"Here push it in...Ai’Tharn."

Tharn froze, because at this moment Type was begging himself to take him from behind, Type also used two more fingers into the back of his own told Tharn that it was here he wanted Tharn to be.

Tharn didn't refuse, went straight in with his fingers.

"Want it so bad?"

"Ah...hmmm...Tharn...I told you all, don't use...fingers." Type's body shuddered.

When Tharn's fingers went in, he had a sensation of incontinence that almost overwhelmed him.

"Why do you want my little brother so badly?" Tharn seized the opportunity to ask, because if in the ordinary there will be no answers.

"Because he's hot!”  Type's face was buried deep.

Buried deep in the pillow, hands gripping the sheets tightly, Tharn entered slowly, though a little tightly.

He had a way of getting himself in.

"Ai’Hiaa! You...don't...don't!"

Tharn seemed to have found his sensitive point, and he slowly withdrew, crashing toward that point.

"Tharn...there...harder...harder," Type's voice resounded throughout the room.

"If you want it strong, do it yourself!" Tharn whispered in Type's ear in a voice full of charisma.

Exiting himself from Type's body a bit.

"Yes!" Not sure if it was the alcohol, Type was surprisingly receptive as he lifted himself up and sat on top of Tharn, mouth shouting.

"I hate you!"

 He looks and was seemingly a little overwhelmed, Tharn leaned down and kissed him on the lips. Suddenly, Tharn's little brother went whole into the body.

Tharn screamed angrily as he grabbed Type's hips, only to have him shake them off with his hands.

"No need to hold me!" Type's reaction made Tharn stifle a laugh as he now looked

Come on.... he is really angry.

Hopping in, Tharn entered his body again and again, the only sound left in the room was the sound of two bodies rubbing against each other and this

There was a groaning sound.

At the moment, Type's clothes had mostly faded away to reveal his bare skin, and the spring light before her eyes made Tharn

It was exciting, the sight of it made him want to taste his body with his mouth.

He knew how to use his mouth to make Type want to stop.

"Don't get in here....aren't you ready?"

"Hmm! Don't grab...my..." the hard little brother was gripped, making Type's voice follow

Tharn flipped him on his back again and entered from behind.

There was only the sound of two more bodies rubbing against each other in the room, as Type wasn't making a protest, his body tightened, eyes tightly closed, breathing sharply, not lifting their hips to meet each other's rhythm.

"Mmm...Ah...ah...good...do it again."

It wasn't long before the two men's lovemaking came to an end in a regular rhythm, both in supreme pleasure releasing themselves.

"Get your stuff out of me!"

"Ai’Hiaa!" Afterwards, Tharn's little brother regained his strength, and he pressed himself against Type, his head resting on his ear, expecting to hear something cute, didn't expect it to be this. He smiled wearily.

"Just now you lied to me, I'm all done you want to go on and do it again!" Type took Tharn from himself.

Tharn adjusted his breath on the bed and said.

"I'm sorry!"

"Is it fun to tease me without pretending?"

"I'm not, you're drunk!" Despite trying a lot of poses, he didn't expect Type to be shy, this time because Type he kept begging him to say yes, and spoke in such a cute tone.

You can't help yourself. Type, however, countered.

"I've been awake since you came in me!" Saying that, he took the towel from the bed and covered himself with it. Tharn with a sigh, he asked again.

"You accepted my apology, didn't you?"

"Well, your friend has convinced me." Type was quiet when he finished, and the two fell back into a sinking mood.

FML, it was Tharn who conceded defeat in the end.

Seriously, it's not impossible to force Type to admit it, but in case you accidentally get this in front of you

Tharn had to let him go.

Get up and go to the bathroom.

"You have a good friend," Type said suddenly, and Tharn looked back at him dubiously, only to see

Type, sleeping on his back, couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yeah, Ai’Lhong is my best friend."

"So in the end it was your friend who helped me resolve our conflict, and if there's a next time, you'll die without saying no and he will help me." Type's voice grew smaller and smaller, and Tharn looked back, already asleep and big in his heart.

The stone finally fell to the ground and Tharn let out a long sigh.

"I promise there won't be a next time!"

"Ai’Tharn! Ai’Tharn! Ai’Tharn!!!"

"What's wrong? Why are you shouting?"

It's been almost a week since that last incident, and the two have been able to get their lives back on track, even more sweetly than before that. But there's a feeling in Tharn's mind that can't be said, especially since Type said Tar's words

After telling myself that, I'm always half convinced that Tar really said those things?

So when Lhong walked into the rehearsal room, Tharn was thinking about it again, and Lhong called him that.

Taking Tharn by surprise, who was a little angry, Lhong put the phone in front of him and said.

"You read this first, and come and scold me afterwards." Tharn looked at him with a puzzled look, took the phone and opened it.

An email.

"Ai’Hiaa!" Tharn couldn't believe his eyes.

"I had the same reaction as you when I first saw it: Ai’Hiaa! I just put the videos of our rehearsals on YouTube and didn't think anyone would actually follow us." Lhong said excitedly.

Glancing down at the mail again.

The email said it was hot to see their rehearsal video on YouTube and contacted them to talk about closing for a huge band festival.

Tharn looked up and exchanged a glance with Lhong.

"That's kind of weird!"

"Well, it's a little strange to me, too, but I don't want to try to know how." Tharn knows what to say now that he neither would listen, as he was clearly a little overexcited, and Tharn glanced again at the business card that came with the email and contact numbers.

"Just call and talk to him anyway!" Tharn said half-convinced, Lhong said excitedly.

"I'll show it to Tae and Song."

"I don't think it's too late to rush, and it's not too late to call first to make sure and then tell them, don’t let their hopes go to waste and not have a good time." Tharn was a thoughtful man, and hearing him say that, Lhong thought he was a little wistful.

"You're thinking too much, Ai’Tharn, and if we are happy now, we are happy together, and if we are not, we are disappointed together... It's just fine." Lhong is a very simple man and sees the world as such, and Tharn hasn't met this situation, which had several people eyeing his talent during previous gigs at Sister Jeed restaurant, but he never felt like he could reach that level, and he never wanted to abandon his brothers after developing with the band.

"So which one of us is better off making this call?" Lhong asked excitedly, and Tharn fell into contemplation.

"I’ll do it later, and if he calls, we'll go together." Tharn finished and picked up the phone to dial.

Call the number left on that business card.

[I'll be back tonight in the evening]

After contacting the number on the business card several times, the person in charge there offered to meet, and they finally

I believe it's true, but if we go in the evening, it's just him and Lhong, Tharn didn't forget to text his own boyfriend to let him know.

[I have a rehearsal this evening, and the evening is...]

Tharn actually wanted to cheer on Type's game because Song has been doing it since school started and the kid went to a few Type matches, but Type told him...no need to go.

"What are you doing here? It's not like you are working!" Type told him so.

Despite this, Tharn feels that the reason Type won't let himself go and cheer him on is because the varsity team has been losing several times.

Type probably didn't want to let himself go and ended up losing for nothing.

[What do you want to eat? I'll buy it back]

Few seconds there was a reply back.

[No, I'll eat Techno later]

Tharn laughed and smiled back.

[Eating with Techno is not the same as eating Techno]

Type reply was expected.

[FCK-Y]

That answer made Tharn laugh, and he walked out of the car and looked up at this hotel in front of him, thinking of the conversation he had just had with the person in charge there.

"It just so happens that my boss has some errands to run at the hotel, Tharn, and you and your friend will wait in the lobby first, the boss will come down at about 4:30."

Tharn walked in and waited, eyes searching for Lhong, who drove himself over.

[Ai’Tharn!!! I got a flat tire. Shit, that's bad luck. I'm going crazy. Shit, I can't change tires.]

Lhong shouted and grumbled over the phone, and Tharn looked everywhere for Lhong's figure.

"Where are you now?"

[At the intersection, just before turning into the hotel here.]

"Then I'll go to you first." Tharn glanced down at his watch, now far from the agreed time.

There are 15 minutes. But the other side rejected him.

[It's okay, you don't have to come, and I’ve called for the mechanic. You just wait there. I don't want to leave an impression of unpunctuality on the first meeting. I'll come to you as soon as I'm done. Say sorry to him for me]

Lhong hurriedly hung up the phone after saying that, he was right, the first impression was very important, nor was the missed appointment something that can be counted on, Tharn went back to sitting and waiting again and looked around.

Despite the luxury of this hotel, Tharn was not in the mood for this and was worried inside.

What were they talking about?

Tharn looked around with a scrutinizing look, suddenly seeing something very familiar, no! It's a very familiar person.

A student was walking towards himself with another one who was a little older, and the first glance the student took

Tharn was still inwardly wondering if he had seen this man, but it was only when he got closer that Tharn recognized it....

It's Tar.

Tharn popped up immediately, his brow furrowing involuntarily as he saw the two men walking away from the direction of the elevator.

The next thing you know, he saw a man reaching over and scooping Tar up, such intimacy makes Tharn a little worried.

What is Tar doing?

Tharn began to look left and right, wondering if he thought the guy was going to trick a high school student into getting a room, and Tharn bit.

Gritting his teeth, he decided.....

It's not his own brother no matter what.

Thinking this, both feet involuntarily moved, and Tharn walked to the elevator entrance and stared up at the count on the elevator.

Word, see what floor they stop on, and press another elevator.

If something happens, if one turns a blind eye to it, one may blame oneself for a long time.

It wasn't long before Tharn reached the floor where Tar had stopped, but he didn't know, what was the room number?

"Let go of me! I said get off me! Tum he's not here."

"Quiet, he'll be here in a minute."

"Let go of me! Let me go!"

Tar begged for help to run away, but the other man, in the way, wouldn't let him go and fought to pull him into the room.

"Ai’Hiaa!"

"!!!!"

Tharn watched as the slightly older man punched Tar in the stomach, and Tar was so beaten that he couldn't stand on his feet. Slowly falling to the ground, he couldn't help himself.

"Hey! Stop it!" Tharn shouted at the abuser, grabbed him by the collar and swung at him with a fist.

In the past, the opponent was caught off guard and looked at him in surprise.

"Hey! What's it to you? Don't mind your own business!" He said gruffly, taking a few steps back. Tharn raised Tar on the ground.

"I can't just stand by and watch, what are you going to do to him?"

"What's it to you? I paid for him! Shit! If you don't want to sell, just say so!" that person said. This made Tharn furious as the other party was insulting someone he knew, if not the Chinese guest heard a voice open the door and inquire, and Tharn tried to swing a fist at him.

The man saw the situation and immediately left in shame, Tharn immediately bowed his head and inquired about what was already indefensible.

"Tar, Tar, how are you doing?"

"I didn't...Brother Tharn, I wasn't trying to sell myself...I didn't..."

"I know, I know you're not trying to sell yourself, its okay its okay." Tharn soothed, that middle and the foreign guest also came over and asked about Tar's condition in Chinese, and Tharn helped Tar into the room as he now looks like he is hurts a lot and it's painful.

"Brother Tharn, shut the door...it's embarrassing...I really wasn't trying to sell myself...really...he called to tell me that Brother Tum had an emergency, I just rushed over, I didn't expect..." said Tar weakly.

Hardly avoiding Tharn's eyes, Tharn closed the door as he wished, for he, too, he hated foreigner man cast an alien look.

The eyes were clearly looking down on Tar.

In fact, whoever sees such a scenario will think that way, even if it's themselves, if the other party people who don't know each other think the same thing, that this person is here to sell the other person, but they just can't get along with the buyer so disputes will arise.

After placing Tar on the bed and lying down, Tharn thought about hurrying away.

"I'll call Tum later and ask him to come over." Tharn didn't forget he had business to attend to today and he can't miss a promise to stay. So he had to leave the room as soon as possible and call for someone else to take care of Tar instead of himself.

Should we ask him if he's worried about Tar? Worried, of course, but he was more worried about himself, and how the other person his boyfriend felt.

Tharn was turning to go when Tar immediately grabbed his arm so that Tharn had to look down.

Him.

"Bother Tharn, are you that disgusted with me?"

Tar's move had surprised Tharn enough, and his question froze Tharn in shock.

But what happened next shocked him even more.

Tar suddenly pulled Tharn down on the bed, and again before he could react, got up and sat across from Tharn.

He pressed closer to Tharn's face and looked at Tharn with a trusting look that was once so familiar, his tone light.

Softly.

"Brother Tharn....don't leave me alone!"

                     Tharn ~ Type

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