Tharntype The Series, the Seven Years After, Chapter 1: There's nothing trivial between husband and wife.

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Tharntype The Series, the Seven Years After, Chapter 1: There's nothing trivial between husband and wife.

"Whoever lent you that bear heart dare to touch my man?"

"What word did he say that admitted to being your man?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Don't you dare talk back to me?"

"What do you think I'm doing otherwise?"

Pop!

"It's so doggone bloody drama to rob the same man!"

The sky outside the house had been darkened by night for several hours, Type, who had been tired from his work all day, took out his ironing board and iron to iron the work clothes he wanted to wear to work, so as not to make the living room seem so lonely, he turned on the television, which was playing a hot drama after the news.

In the TV drama, there is a rivalry between co-workers and a man, and the two women beat each other up to the point where they are unrecognizable at all, and in the eyes of a man like him, it's as bloody as it gets.

Don't expect Type to change the channel after cursing, he didn't, he still ironed his clothes and watched in fascination.

"Well, it feels pretty good to look at...the male lead does look pretty good." Type couldn't help but think as he watched the male lead on TV who was fighting a fight.

"What would the two women look like when they learn the truth that the male lead actually doesn't want any wife at all, only a husband?" The man who is well versed in the rules of the play chuckled and said, wasn't be disgusted or wondered why he thinks so. Since this man has been dating a boy for years, it's not uncommon for him to meet people just like him... This state of mind of his is actually no different from coming out.

Ever since he's been with Tharn, he's learned that his little boy is also gay, and that a straight man of steel like Ai’No is actually getting it with a man, and he's still the one doing the receiving. This series of "changes" has created gay's exceptionally sharp Type, and his perception of homosexuality is not as shallow as before. Just don't let your parents be so sad that they cry and hang themselves, love all you want. What's wrong with men loving each other and women loving each other as long as your love doesn't cause problems for others? Maybe sometimes it's better for men to fall in love than women to fall in love! Because boys love each other without thinking about their children, and there is no harm to them after separation.

If you want to ask Type if he wants kids? His answer to you was clear - resolutely not!

Whether its adoption or surrogacy, he has clearly stated with his good husband that he does not want children, and that it's hard enough for two people to live hand in hand, so don't put yourself under pressure to find guilt. He also used to say this to Tharn in a joking tone.

''Then, if I won't be too attached to you, and will be a burden to the child in the future, so just tell me directly when you want to break up with me.''

The two of them were so loud that the roof was about to fall over because the guy really took Type's words seriously and warned him not to make jokes like that again, so what happened? He did him all night, Type was so exhausted he felt like he was falling apart, and afterwards Tharn held him dead in his arms and whispered in his ear... Don't leave me!

As soon as Tharn pampered him...he was instantly soft-hearted.

"Okay, done!" The efficiency of ironing while watching a TV series is still quite high, the whole week's clothes are ironed, until the eyes sweep somewhere......

"Tharn's clothes!"

Or a whole bunch!

His parents taught him to be frugal and diligent, so he washed and ironed his own clothes when he was studying, which saved him a lot of money.

Yuck! Had he forgotten that now he could no longer reach out to his parents for money and had to be on his own?

Type couldn't help but mentally spit on his boyfriend and threw that basket of clothes to the floor. Normally, Tharn did take his clothes to the store to be washed, as he said, but this time, due to his work troubles, Type didn't bother to separate his clothes and threw them all in the washing machine, so the clothes belonging to the drummer appeared out of place.

"Forget it, iron it for him, and take the money from him afterwards." Type was in a good mood because his leader was away today and he started ironing his boyfriend's T-shirts, and of course, he wasn't going to count money with his boyfriend like he said he would.

Having been together for so long, he had to admit that Tharn had given several times more for him than he knew he had given for the other, even though Tharn often said Type had given much more for the other.

"I live in his house for free, he pays for the water and electricity, and I just pay for the food...how do I pay more?" Type laughed to himself and ironed the first garment in his hand, followed by the second and third... The hands of the clock unconsciously pointed to ten o'clock, and the piles of clothes and pants were ironed neatly one by one, and Type prepared to put them in the closet.

Zee-ah!

"You're home pretty early." With a squeak, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Type opened his mouth to the person who came in, the other person's face flushed, and at a glance he knew he had been drinking.

"No traffic on the road today, by the way, Sister Jeed was asking about you today."

After graduation, Tharn would occasionally play music with his old band, mostly at Sister Jeed's request, and today, too, Sister Jeed called him the handsome drummer, and off he went.

In fact, Jeed also called him at this event, but because he was in a bad mood lately, he didn't go because he was afraid he would cause trouble.

"You tell her for me, and I'll go and cheer her on one day when I can." Type said as he walked towards the bedroom, only to be suddenly held in his arms......

"Aren't you going to ask me what Sister Jeed has asked about you?" Someone drunk came up to them and what rushed into their nostrils was the strong smell of alcohol.

"Probably the same question as before, asking where I've been." Type said back, and Tharn grinned.

"No, she asked where my dearest wife had gone to run off to." Type had gotten so used to people calling him Tharn's wife that he was numb to it, even though his father still didn't know if his position was above or below. He smiled and replied, "Yes! Yes! Yes, so how did you reply back to her?"

Tharn laughed along with it, and then...buried his face into Type's neck.

"As soon as she mentioned you, I missed my wife, so I ran back nonstop." Tharn spoke as he slid his hand into Type's old T-shirt that had been worn to pieces, only to have it...only to have it snapped off by Type.

"Play drunken madness and go to another place, don't you see I'm carrying a pile of clothes? If the floor falls and wrinkles, I'll throw you down from here!" Type throws a hard kick to Tharn's calf, moving away from his opponent and looking up at him with a frown.

"It's my clothes oh." Tharn said as he picked up the sleeve of a blue T-shirt to look at.

"Well, I ironed it for you."

"Why are you ironing for me?"

"......."

Type froze for a moment and turned to look at Tharn, seeing the other person still frowning tightly and clutching the sleeve of his t-shirt as if studying the folds on it.

"Why! Can't I iron for you yet?"

"You don't have to help me, I'll send it to the laundromat anyway." Type's brow twitched, feeling a piece of his good heart being taken for a donkey's liver and couldn't help but clench his fist in an effort to restrain himself from exploding.

"I was ironing my own anyway, and there weren't many of yours, so I ironed them together by the way."

"Don't help me in the future, I'll send it to the wash."

"......."

Type fell silent, looking at Tharn without a word as the other man let go of the sleeve of the t-shirt, his mouth still mumbling incessantly, completely oblivious to how ugly his face was.

"In the future you don't have to wash it for me, it won't cost a few bahts to deliver it, I can afford it...."

Bang!

Before Tharn could finish his sentence, the pile of clothes in Type's arms slammed headlong into his face with such force that Tharn couldn't react and stumbled backwards several steps, barely catching the clothes that were slammed into him.

"Son of a bxtch!"

Bang!

The mere fact that Type had cursed out the son of a bxtch was enough to indicate his anger at the moment, followed by a loud slamming of the door, for he was afraid that he would not hesitate to punch Tharn in the handsome face again.

I've done all this for you, and you're saying this shit to me!

If you ask Tharn if he was drunk when he first started, the answer is definitely drunk, but if you ask him if he's sober now....too sober to be sober anymore!

Although Type has already run into the bedroom, our drummer is still standing in the doorway, as if trying to get his mind back, his arms around a pile of clothes, his mind still struggling with alcohol, asking himself... What did he just say wrong?

Tharn thought as he placed the clothes on the couch and then looked down in amazement, the clothes that Type had ironed for him were nothing short of...everything that had to be worn all week was done.

In his freshman year, he used to send his clothes to be washed and ironed, because it would be smoother and less time consuming than if he washed and ironed himself. So he thought that was very OK, because even if he paid Type to do it, even if a clothes cost a hundred baht, Type would not be able to do it, and at that time Type also scolded him that the other side thinks of him as a servant.

But why has it changed now, isn't Type always so unattached to him? The other party reciprocated as he treated Type, and the same was true about the clothes, Tharn knew it was his boyfriend who wanted to be nice to him so he ironed them for him, but he didn't want to make his boyfriend work so hard, maybe the way he said it was not considerate.

Honestly, is he happy? Of course he is happy, perhaps because they have been together for a long time, but he don't pay as much attention to my words and tone of voice as I used to.

When they first started dating, they would be careful to say the wrong words for fear of hurting their feelings, but once they got along and saw each other every day, the other's habits were already well understood, quite a kind of old husband and wife feeling, so much so that they forgot to pay attention to the wording when talking to their loved ones, and to consider the feelings of the other. Life has taught Tharn that there is no taking back what he said...but there is still a chance to correct or make amends for what is wrong.

"I just don't want to make it so hard for you." That's what his heart wanted to say the most.

Tharn took out the laundry basket with the laundry still unfolded and went into the small bathroom outside, took a shower to clear his head a bit and got ready to coax his wife to go, guessing this time it would be more than just a scolding...it would probably be a beating.

Trust me, this time of year, don't say Tharn, change to someone else who is also scared of Type when he is angry...don't believe me...ask Ai’No's hubby to check it out.

Not long after that, the original a drunken hybrid Tharn changed into a refreshing smell of soap out, the tall body tiptoed into the bedroom, saw the other party has not yet fallen asleep, is frowning sitting there talking on the phone, so that people will not feel that he is arguing with his husband to call a friend to vent grievances, but......

"Ai’No, you're 25 years old, can't you make your own decisions? What do I care if your little boy gets harassed by a girl? Can I still cast a spell to turn that Kla kid into a toad? You've got brains of your own, can't you figure it out for yourself!"

It was his friend who called him for help... Was the call too out of place?

Ai’No, you won't solve your own problems with your husband, my wife is still angry, do you want me to be thrown off the building by him?

Of course, this kind of words Tharn couldn't say, he just sighed and watched as Type's anger value grew exponentially and exponentially.

Suddenly, Type jerked back to look at him, and then...sneered, laughing so coldly that Tharn winced, remembering that Type had said that such laughter had been learned from him.

"Ai’No, I'm asking you, is it true that you're breaking up with Kla about these things?"

Tharn didn't have to guess to know what the captain of the football team on the other end of the phone would answer, how could the guy who loved his little boyfriend to the bone possibly part with it?

"Good! If you don't want to break up then go to Kla and talk it over properly, if he does split up, I suggest... you stuff that scum man in the toilet and drown him, that's it, I'm going to sleep!" Type hung up the phone after he said that, and then turned it off and tossed it on the nightstand, before turning his head to lock eyes with Tharn, who snapped.

"Is that Ai’No guy?"

"Couldn't you have thought it was any other dog?" Type said in a tone of voice.

"...... "Tharn hid his anxiety with silence, perhaps Type also felt that his tone was too much, so he sighed and waved his hand again, saying.

"There were some flowers and grass to woo that kid Kla, and Ai’No himself started thinking nonsense, netting some nonsense, and not seeing what kind of person Kla was, how could he cheat on someone else? The mere sight of Ai’No coming to me is already seen as a hundred times obstructive and jealous...what's your business?" It was as if the two hadn't had a falling out, which didn't make Tharn feel any better at all.

Type may have calmed down a bit, but the concerns in his mind wouldn't have been dispelled if they hadn't been made clear. Things at work were bad enough for Type, and he didn't want issues between the two to make things worse for each other.

Tharn lay down on the bed, but.....

"I have to warn you beforehand that I am in a bad mood, and if you come near me now...I won't dare to guarantee your life!" Type spoke bluntly, but Tharn, who wasn't afraid to die, instead moved closer to him, deep eyes staring silently, and then... raised his arm around the other's shoulders.

"I'm sorry!"

"......."

Type didn't answer, just looked silently at Tharn, who moved a little closer to him.

"You know, I don't want you to work too hard."

"......."

Tharn spoke his reasoning, and the answer to his remained a burst of silence.

"Just now you ironed my clothes for me, and I was not saying a word of complaint, and I appreciate what you did for me, but I see that you are bitter enough about work that I do not want you to bother with things at home." Type remains speechless, but the absence of a punch to Tharn is a good sign.

"I'm sorry, I didn't speak out of my mind, and it was my fault." A slightly pampered tone with a depressed expression, Tharn knew that he would definitely try this trick again and again, each time to make Type softhearted, only to see the other party sighed, a little helplessness appeared on his face, tone depressed returned.

"Hearing you say that has made me feel like a nuisance."

Indeed, too.

"I didn't." Having been together for years, how come Tharn doesn't know Type as a person? He knows that although the other party is impulsive, but he is not an unreasonable person, with age, the mind is also maturing, and is not so emotional in the face of things, if you talk to him properly he will also listen properly, even if the face is as stinky as the student days.

"I really just don't want you to work that hard, you've got enough on your plate without bothering to do my laundry and iron my clothes and stuff."

"I'm not doing as well as the store is doing to that is what you are saying?"

"Hey, are you looking for a fight?"

Tharn had just finished speaking when Type's large eyes with thick eyelashes shot him a knife eye, and Tharn immediately raised his hands in a surrendering gesture.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"Huh!"

Type just let out a cold grunt from the bottom of his throat, and then lay back down.

"I'm going to bed."

This performance shows that he's still angry.

Tharn still wanted to say something more, but seeing Type like this, he stopped thinking of continuing to talk, thinking that it would be good to wait for the other party to be calmer before coaxing, he had already said all that should be said... and he still had the killer weapon.

With that thought in his mind, Tharn walked over and turned off the light, then returned to the bed.

"Ai’Tharn, I said I was going to sleep!" The low voice smells of danger, but Tharn still lies down on his own, his hands still not honestly prodding into Type's clothes to grab the other party's waist, the strong touch always awakens the most primal desire in the body, Tharn increased his strength, feeling the temperature from his lover, even if warned, he still does not want to stop.

"Ai’Tharn!" Type's tone became stern as Tharn's two hands slipped into type's pajama pants.

"I'm not in that mood!"

"I'll let you have that."

"Beast! Take your claws off me!" It seems that Type is really angry, but how can Tharn let it go? His two hands slowly stroked Type, touching each other so that both voices began to shake, and then....

Pop!

"Ouch!" Type slammed his elbow into Tharn's stomach so hard that Tharn, who was on the head, almost missed him, and hurriedly withdrew his hands to cover his stomach, and Type braced himself and sat up, looking at the other party coldly.

"What did I say just now?"

"You said...not in the mood." As much as it hurt physically, there was no answering the question about his lover, as Type looked at him as if he was going to kill him.

"Hmm! Then why don't you listen to me, I have work tomorrow, unlike you who can rest, xsshole!"

"I'm just trying to get you to relax and unwind." Tharn's tone was unusually sincere, and the exasperated Type scratched his hair hard.

"But I'm just not in the mood to do it......."

"Ai’Type!" not giving Type the chance to continue, Tharn reached down and took the other's wrist, calling the other's name in a serious tone, as if to remind the other.

"We haven't done it in a week, I just wanted to let you vent."

Type was silent for a short while, and it was only a short while before he grabbed the vitals of Tharn's crotch with a fierce grip......

"Ah!" Tharn exclaimed in surprise.

"Do I want to vent or do you? You just know to catch my weaknesses, that's a lot of tact!"

Tharn was startled by Type's move, who showed a look that he had seen through everything, so Tharn didn't even know what kind of look to make, but Type was right, and he had been putting up with it for a week himself, because the two of them didn't have the same day off, and what he had just said was just an excuse to have sex.

But what's wrong with wanting to make love to the one you love?

He didn't know how to react, what kind of look to show, even to say that he was a bit overwhelmed, but the result was that Type finally softened his heart, and the other party just shook his head, then raised his hand and patted Tharn's hip.

"Get your xss up and I'll help you with my mouth." As much as Tharn wanted to refute that he was trying to help the other side's mouth.

But when you see the face of the other guy, it's clearly written, "Pull your dxck down if you don't want to."

So he could only meekly raise his hips and let the other person pull his pants down to her ankles, and then he lowered his head without hesitation.

"Tharn, is your little guy overexcited?"

"Who makes you stare at it all the time?!" Nonsense. He's not cold-hearted or a woman.

With eyes that stare at his little Tharn and keep groping around as if to tease him.

Who could stand it as a normal man in his prime? His little brother had long since stood up and saluted each other!

"Who made your dxck so big, I'm going to slowly make you cum from point to point."

Type seemed to be in a much better mood as he held Tharn's hard hot dxck in both hands.

Then jerked slowly, so pleasurable that Tharn gritted his teeth.

Being laughed at was so popular that he slapped the opponent on the hip.

No doubt, Type viciously retaliated back.

Whichever time, as soon as Type's wet, hot tongue licked his little boy.

Tharn would raise the white flag in surrender each time, repeatedly, his eyes staring momentarily at the handsome face before him.

The other man was concentrating on his mouth, licking his flexible tongue all the way up to the eye of the horse, jerking his hand down in a matching motion, revealing the red tender flesh at the top, and then sucking hard, causing Tharn to let out a low moan.

He knew that Type no longer hated his youngest son, instead, Type now enjoyed helping him suck it, and perhaps the green out of the blue was better than the blue.

Today's Type is gifted in this area, making him so desperate that Tharn had to admit it.

"Hmmm...Are you going to suck it until I cum?" Tharn gasped, watching as Type opened his mouth to hold his young son in it.

The tongue was not idle either, licking and flicking the horse's eyes, and sucking on and on, until his hips were jerking along with it.

He had just asked if he was going to help him suck a shot when Type glanced up at him...the look was like a provocation.

Ugh!

Type didn't raise his head to argue with anything, but instead licked with his mouth intently, still holding the hard, hot dxck deep in his throat.

Tharn's body shuddered, a wave of extinguished pleasure overwhelming him as he held Type's head to let his partner penetrate deeper.

Type matched his movements by constantly giving him a deep throat.

The warm lining of the mouth and the hard, hot x organ are tightly joined, grinding constantly, now and then to the left and then to the right.

The burly genitals stuffed Type's mouth so full that his tongue could barely budge.

Transparent saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth. His hands kept fumbling with Tharn's two saccades.

Tharn's breathing became heavier, and his deep eyes stared for an instant at Type's reddened face little by little.

The dense watery eyes showed his desire at this moment.

"Huh, is it good? Look at you sucking so hard...ugh!"

Just as Tharn opened his mouth to tease, Type sucked him back hard and Tharn's hips jerked up involuntarily.

Almost cumming, Type cast an arrogant gaze at him, withdrawing her mouth in favor of caressing the tip of the little Tharn with his hand.

"Looks like you're having a good time." Type said as he gave a hard squeeze at the top, a heavy gasp escaping from deep in Tharn's throat.

He looked down and saw his youngest son gurgling and spitting out water.

"It's my turn." The man who said he wasn't in the mood for sex just now has his pants down to his hips.

Reaching out and caressing his already hot sex, Tharn saw that the other man's place was already wet as well.

He was still working tirelessly on his mouth... So Tharn's hands couldn't help but reach over and try to hold his buttocks, and yet....

Pop!

"Ai’Tharn! Don’t do that, I have work tomorrow!" Type said so, and Tharn, who wanted to take off his pants, sighed ruefully.

Type also knows that this time Tharn is disappointed, it's hard for people to look at, but the words that go out are just water to pour out.

Tharn just jerked both organs together, his mouth coming up to kiss the other.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it with you tomorrow."

"Sure oh!" Tharn's eyes instantly became sparkling, and Type replied solemnly.

"I'll let you do me to death!" The firm invitation almost didn't make Tharn laugh out loud.

But at the moment it was only right to focus on what was going on, and he pulled the other into his arms.

The lips pressed up and began to play attentively with the two men's sons. Lips and tongues battling, fusing into one.

He pushed Type down onto his back, holding the hard x object in one hand and moving the other hand to the other's hip.

The added force makes the two rub together closer together.

"Ai’Tharn, I'm so good!"

"If you let me do it, I can make you feel even better."

"I said tomorrow....Ai’Tharn! Ah! Son of a bxtch, I'm going to get killed by you!" As he held the two men's x organs.

Letting each other's horse-eyes bump into each other was so good that Type almost punched out, both things looked wet.

Unable to tell whose bodily fluids it was, Tharn also slid his hand into Type's shirt, pinching the latter's nipple with unerring accuracy.

That was Type’s sensitive spot, and he let out an unbearable moan as soon as he was touched, and couldn't help but lift his body up and lean against Tharn.

"Just tomorrow, but let me suck it up for you." With that, Tharn grabbed Type's shirt hard and lifted it above his chest.

Type then lowered his head and nibbled on his partner's already hardened nipples like a baby sucking on milk, and Type involuntarily pushed his chest up to meet Tharn's.

His hands gripped each other's hair so hard they made Tharn's scalp ache, but the pleasure had long overpowered the sensation.

This pair of chocolate-colored nipples is so delicious in front of my eyes and in my mouth.

The sound of the water filled the entire bedroom, shrouded in thick gasps and ambiguous smells.

It wasn't long before Tharn gritted his back groove teeth viciously, panting heavily and jerking his hips.

Then squirt a torrent of love into the palms of each other's hands.

Things weren't over yet, only to see Type growl low, "It's my turn."

Tharn smiled wickedly and lowered his head to bury himself between the youth's legs.

The other party dared to make fun of him just now, this time he must kiss him until he can't laugh out loud!

It didn't take long before the bedroom was filled with Type's muffled whines, indicating that no matter how many years had passed. Tharn's instincts still didn't falter by half a point, at least Type was crying in his hands every time, only to see his hips twitching constantly.

"Still mad at me?"

"I was just a little annoyed and not angry."

"Meaning it is all the same."

After a round of intense exercise involving only his hands and mouth, Tharn also lay down to face Type's dark back and hugged him tightly around the waist, even though he complained about the heat and refused to let go.

"Well, I am not annoyed or angry, I'm going to bed and have to work tomorrow."

"Well, good night." Tharn responded, then closed his eyes, and on the verge of falling asleep, a low voice suddenly rang out.

"In the future, your clothes won't have to be sent to the wash, I'll do it."

"Hey, what I just said was for nothing, I said my clothes are still sent out to be washed as before."

Type turned to look at Tharn, then...sneered.

Bang!

"Ouch! Ai’Type, what are you doing?"

Tharn feels like he hasn't been kicked out of bed for a long time, and today is probably the first time this year that his long body has rolled off the bed and onto the floor.

That's not as good as letting Type kick him in the first place, why bother!

"Alas! Never mind, for the sake of the wife, I'll take it!"

"Bastrd, I can hear you!"

Tharn wasn't afraid of Type, but if the latter was in a bad mood...it's better not to risk your life to challenge each other, isn't it better to live!

                     Tharn ~ Type

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