Tharntype The Series, the Seven Years After, Chapter 4: The Distance between Lovers

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Tharntype The Series, the Seven Tears After, Chapter 4: The Distance between Lovers

“Wow! It's already eleven o'clock and it takes so long every time I go to your house."

"Hmm."

Type hung the key on the hook at the entrance, looked up at the clock on the wall, and found that the return was a little later than expected, but this is also normal, because every time he goes to the boyfriend's house he will be dragged to keep going with Tharn, have to drag people to stay to eat, drink and eat before releasing people, did not force them to stay overnight is already their family mercy, but the most strange is the Tharn being around.

For good reason, Tharn suddenly stopped talking and didn't pay much attention.

Type said mentally, turning his head to look at his boyfriend's broad back as the other took the food he had packed back from home and put it in the fridge, and the whole thing just looked perverse.

He was fine at Tharn's parents' house, with a smile on his face, the only anomaly being the frequent visits to him during the period, an anomaly that peaked after they got in the car.

Was he influenced by the fact that Brother Thorn was getting married?

Type thought in his heart, and then sighed longingly, seven years of spending time together, how could he not know that his mixed-race boyfriend was a person with a heavy heart?

Especially about the relationship between the two of them, the other person always thinks a lot and thinks a lot.

Seeing that his big brother was getting married, he must have wanted it too!

Type sat down on the couch, eyes still fixed on the person who walked into the kitchen refusing to move, and after watching the other person put everything in the fridge, and he opened his mouth and called out, "Tharn."

Tharn glanced back, and didn't reciprocate.

"You come here." Type had to wave him over.

"Why? I'm going to take a shower."

"Shower later." Type yelled, Tharn walked over and stopped in front of him, and Type reached out to unbuckle the other man's pants belt, unexpectedly.

The pants unraveled with a click.

"Ai’Type! I haven't showered yet!" Tharn took off his tongue, trying to strike to stop, and Type raised his head, deep gaze meeting his.

This was followed by ... a licking of the lips.

"Its okay, my husband's stuff, I don't mind if its sweat."

Normally, whenever Type said something like that, Tharn would immediately laugh out loud, but this time the other party was silent.

Type thought he was acquiescing as the other man's large hands tugged at his jeans and dark panties as they fell together to his ankles.

Tharn's lower body was already naked, yet the area was still weak.

Although seeing as Tharn doesn't have that temperament yet, for Type, who knows each other very well how to awaken the beast inside Tharn, he said he had was the way.

Type did not hesitate to hold the other's sex device in his hand, slowly jerking the hot temperature in his hand.

The eyes stared at each other for an instant, the desire of the person being stared at slowly being mobilized.

Tharn hadn't had time to suppress the fire in his lower abdomen, and Type suddenly buried his head and went straight for the big place.

Sticking out their tongues and lingering on them, even if the other party didn't take a bath, there's not a hint of disgust at all.

Completely immersed in the familiar body odor and familiar taste, the pink tip of her tongue lapping at the thick, long stem.

The movements on the hands also matched the slow rhythm, and the man's fragile male roots also slowly stiffened with it.

Tharn's breathing became ragged for an instant, all his reactions telling Type...he was doing his best to cooperate.

I'm pissed off!

Type cursed mentally as he sat down on the couch, pleasing Tharn awkwardly with his mouth.

After all, it's a job he rarely does for the other person, and not long after that he slides down to his knees again in front of each other.

Still refusing to let go of half an inch, one hand kept lassoing, and lips sucking on the hard, hot, swollen shaft.

Slowly, deeply into the mouth, almost to the top of the throat, followed by a slow exit.

One harder gulp...Tharn almost restrained himself.

"Huh, my skills are okay?" Type's mouth withdrew to ask, with a tone of wishful thinking.

Raising his head, he raised an eyebrow at the boyfriend in front of him, who had been abstinent for a week.

Tharn lowered his voice and said, "Don't torture me like that.... Since they're begging him.

Type had to take that fire into his mouth again, a muffled gasp in his ear, no matter how many years had passed.

Type found this voice sexy and sexy, and felt that this man's breathe was carrying waves of madness.

The voice, the taste, the body odor, none of it kept him from lapsing into oblivion as Type sucked heavily.

Tharn held his head and pressed harder into his lower body, and Type slid one hand down to unbutton his jeans.

The other hand slid down with it, both gripping the hem of the jeans down to just below the hips.

Close behind were the panties, until the lower body was fully exposed to Tharn.

The full, hard thing was standing upright, expressing its thirst.

"Ai’Tharn, lube..." type withdrew his mouth, and lowered his head to contain Tharn's hotness again.

As if tasting what a delicious ice cream, Tharn leaned over and opened the drawer next to the couch.

Take out the bottle inside and hand it to Type.

"I'll help you." Tharn said.

"No...I want to make amends to you." Type immediately shook his head and pushed Tharn to sit on the couch.

He followed suit and leaned over, the movement of his mouth not stopping, but rather becoming a little heavier.

A low gasp escaped Tharn's ears, and of course he knew how to make the other man press even more.

Type snapped open the cap of the lubricant with a snap.

"Mmm...Uh...ha...so tight... "Type poured the lube into his hand.

Smearing it into his own posterior chamber, followed by a finger probing into that narrow passage.

A week of unexplored place was tight, Type took a deep breath.

His mouth released Tharn's big thing and turned his head to his hindquarters.

"I said I'm here to help you." Tharn repeated what had just been said.

"No, you just sit tight and let me hold you." Type still insists on doing it himself.

Once again, with his head bowed, he held the hard, hot iron, and his hands spread for himself.

He could clearly see the muscles in Tharn's body tighten up.

The image stimulated Type, smoothing out his movements in his rear hole.

The harder Type sucked, the tighter Tharn's little belly tensed, the bulging abs clearly visible.

The drummer's sexy look made Type want to go for it, and he unconsciously thrust his fingers a little deeper.

The lube wet his hindquarters, and then he slowly withdrew his fingers.

"Phew...phew...hmmm...didn't you want me to do it myself in the morning?"

Type climbed up and sat across the lap of his own boyfriend, sharp eyes staring at the sweaty Tharn.

There was disguised lust in the other's expression, eyes glistening with the kind of Tharn that Type craved.

We've been in love for many years, and we've been able to assimilate our preferences over time.

One look at each other is all it takes to know what kind of pose both sides want to play.

Type lifted his hips and sat down hard against Tharn's firmness.

"Ugh...  ah! Your stuff is so hot, but...it's great...it's good...."

Riding above, Type tilted his face slightly, a low moan escaping his mouth.

Swaying his hips to slowly swallow Tharn's big, hard, hot xxck into his body.

The pleasure of the onslaught almost drove Type crazy, and the deeper the rolling greatness went in, the louder and lower his whines became.

"You goblin, you're too good at seducing people!" Tharn's low voice rang out.

Both hands were wrapped tightly around Type's hips, wordlessly whispering his desire.

Type swooned, "I didn't seduce you, if I wanted to, and I’d do it!"

After saying that, he swayed vigorously.

"Uh...Ai’Type, you, um...don't bite me like that!" Type's posterior point deadpanned.

Rich clenched Tharn's genitals rhythmically, and Tharn's whines came out of his mouth, trembling all over his body and comfortable to the point of spasm, Type lifted his tank top above his chest and licked his lips seductively.

Tharn looked at him like he was about to tear him apart.

"I know you like it a lot..." said Type.

"Then you do it!" Tharn replied.

"Holy shit!" This time it was Type's cursing, and as Tharn pushed up hard, Type let out an unbearable gasp.

Tharn took a deep breath as he stands up his legs and then gets the initiative and becomes the man in control.

Type tilted his face up and gritted his back teeth so hard, he felt the pleasure go straight down his legs and his toes curled up.

It's fvcking awesome!

PAP PAP PAP........

"Why? No more seducing me?" Tharn's voice was cold beneath him, and Type couldn't say anything.

He could only feel Tharn's thrusts, and the pleasure came in a steady stream, especially as the big branding iron plunged heavily into his hips.

Tharn's collision made him feel the thrill of destruction, the bliss of being in the clouds and out of his mind.

The sound of bodies rubbing against each other echoed through the room, and Type tightened his grip on his own boyfriend's shoulder.

Combined with swaying your hips up and down to accept the opponent's fleshblade in and out of you, feeling your soul out of your body.

There was chaos everywhere. The room grew drier and duller, and the gasps of the two men moved too far.

Even the couch shook with it, and Type was worried that it wouldn't be able to withstand their toss and fall apart.

"Ai’Tharn....ah....you... " Type scolded even though he couldn't.

His hips were in Tharn's hands, so he could thrust even harder, his eyes half-closed.

As the orgxsm approaches, reach out and hold your own x organ and jerk it wildly.

PAP PAP PAP........

"Mmm...Uh...ah..." Tharn also knew that Type was about to reach his climax and kept pounding away at the point of his orgasm.

Type was fvcked so hard that his hips kept quivering, and before long, his palms were covered in his own semen, and at the same time.

Tharn also swept a full load of love fluid into Type's tight rear pxssy.

"Phew...phew...phew...phew...phew...phew...phew...phew...phew...phew...phew.

Tharn braced himself against the back of the sofa, lying there on all fours with no image, he was too tired.

Turning around and pulling out a few tissues and handing them to Type, "Sorry about that, I had cum in there."

"Well, I know that time you were too late to pull out and ejxculate." Type said unconcernedly.

Receiving the tissue, only to overhear Tharn say coldly, "I'll go take a shower first then."

If it's a normal day, Tharn will definitely tangle with Type again after sex before taking a shower.

But today's Tharn went out of his way to ask for a shower first, got up and went into the bathroom.

Leaving himself alone to gasp for air, Type couldn't help but wrinkle his brow.

"Ai’Hiaa is he throwing a tantrum about?" Type was puzzled, but could only sigh longingly.

Head rested against the back of the couch and then closed his eyes.

Tharn, be reasonable, a man marries a man......

It's impossible to think about that.

Type knows what's on Tharn's mind, but in response.

There was nothing he could do about it; he couldn't meet this demand of Tharn's.

"Are you asleep?"

By the time Type finished taking a shower and came out, the room was already plunged into darkness, only to see a hazy figure lying on the other side of the large bed, Type couldn't help but let out another sigh.

This phony foreigner is avoiding problems by fake sleeping!

Of course, he also wanted to sleep because he had to work tomorrow, but didn't want the problem to keep hanging there unresolved, so Type walked over and sat down on the bed, then muttered, "You and I once said, if there's something that must be said it must be said before we go to sleep, did you forget?"

"......."

Still pretending, still pretending to sleep.

"I don't know what's going on in your head, and if you don't tell me, I'll never know."

"......."

He doesn't even move a muscle.

"Tharn, even if I'm smart I'm not a god, how can I read what's in your heart?"

"...Go to sleep, it's late."

If this is watching an anime, you can definitely see a tic-tac-toe symbol appear above Type's temple, indicating that he's pissed off at this point, fvck it! After saying that for the most part, Tharn actually only said one thing....sleep!

"Do you want to get up and have a nice chat with me?" The impatient Type said stiffly, and Tharn paused, then rolled over and lay flat on his back, his eyes clear and without a hint of sleep.

Tharn opened his mouth, "It's late, we both have to work tomorrow, go to sleep."

"Tharn, let's talk before we sleep!" Type's tone became a little more assertive, and Tharn got up to lean against the head of the bed, his mouth still holding, "I have nothing to say."

"....... "Hearing Tharn say this, Type was actually momentarily speechless.

"Don't be like that, go to sleep, I'm really fine." Type, who knew clearly that the other had something on his mind, was so exasperated that he almost exploded.

"It's okay, it's okay my xss! Do you think I'm that stupid? You are my man, how can I not see your perversion, Ai’Tharn, if you have no heart, you will not be silent like this, you came out of your mother's house like this, what do you want you say......."

Before Type's words could drop, Tharn interrupted him and said squarely, "You're going to oblige me if I say so?"

The two stared at each other for a long time, and Type could tell by the look in each other's eyes that Tharn had also moved with anger.

"You know what I want, but you can't give it."

"Ai’Tharn!" annoyed Type too, his voice involuntarily pulled up.

Tharn sighed, "You see, it's precisely because of you that I don't want to talk about it and I know we will argue when I do."

Type scratched his hair hard, annoyed in his heart, but still tried to calm himself down, "You probably forgot, we're all men."

"Again, maybe you don't want anyone to know about our relationship at all."

"Ai’Tharn, that's a bit much to say!" Type would really like to blow the other dog's head off if he could....

"If I didn't want people to know, I wouldn't take you to my parents, my friends, everyone around me knows about your relationship with me, what do you need that bullshit marriage license for? Isn't it just a piece of broken paper?" Type was getting louder and louder.

Tharn expressed helplessness and could only sigh heavily, "That's why I said hurry up and go to bed, just pretend I was being unreasonable and having nothing to do."

Type jerked his head to the side, pissed off at Tharn.

Every time Tharn says he's the one who's making trouble for no reason, Type thinks it's his fault.

"Then tell me why you want to get married." Type asked.

"Because I love you." Tharn replied righteously.

"......" Type froze again, and the anger in his heart eased a bit as he turned his head to stare at the man who said he loved him.

"But there's no need to announce love to the world."

"As far as this matter is concerned, we don't see eye to eye, so I don't want to say, OK, I apologize to you, I was being unreasonable today. Type, you give me some time, just a few days, I'll try to understand your thoughts, understand the reasons you give, just give me a few days, I'll definitely be able to forget about this, forget all about it, as if nothing happened."

Here we go again. You always do this to me!

Type bit down hard on his back groove teeth, so hard that it almost cracked his teeth, looking at the man with the mouth that said he wanted to understand him in annoyance, he hated Tharn's attitude, he was so negative when it came to problems, he blocked all the problems to himself and just kept running away.

Why! Why can't you agree after all this talk! Why does he always have this "it's all my fault" attitude!

"Hmm! Do what you want with it!" In the end, Type, who thought that the two of them could not get along tonight, stood up in dismay and took a pillow and walked out of the room, not forgetting to close the door with a shaking sound?

Bang!

Type headed straight for the study next door, where he placed a pillow on top of the sofa bed, then walked over and opened the cabinet to take out the covers. They used to make the second bedroom into a study so that one of them wouldn't disturb the other when he or she needed to work, but most of the purpose of the study was to separate the two people and sleep in separate rooms after a fight, which is a bit ironic.

"Shit! And I didn't want marry you for the sake of your family's face!"

Type let out a loud curse and slammed himself onto the bed, huffing and puffing, if he could, he really wanted his cursing to go to the next bedroom so that the bastrd could hear it best.

He disliked it so much that Tharn, on some small things, would think of trying to get something if Tharn wanted it, but this time it was marriage! It's marriage!

Are you serious? Have you thought it through? Aren't we happy to be together every day like this? Why do we have to get married for this shit?

The more Type looks back, the more annoyed he becomes.

Don't look at Tharn, who seems to be casual and indifferent, but in fact, the other party is much more real than Type in the subtleties, often likes to drill the bull's-eye, and likes to get angry with his boyfriend.

Seeing that Type wouldn't tell his schoolmates that he already had a boyfriend would make Tharn angry.

Tharn gets jealous when he sees someone coming after Type and Type doesn't tell the person pursuing him that he has a man.

He knew that Tharn was doing it all for his own good, he loved him, especially after the incident with Lhong, Tharn's possessiveness for him was even stronger, sometimes he was tempted to say to Tharn: please give me a little breathing space, you need to know that you are not the only one in my life, I have many things and many people to consider.

Maybe sometimes, the two of them really think the opposite way.

Two people who were supposed to stick together all day and sleep together at night...ended up sleeping in separate beds.

***

The next morning, Type woke up refreshed...refreshed my xss!

BANG BANG..........

Type pulled open the drawer with brute force, took out a pot and put it on the stove, not afraid to smash the pot, then went over and opened the refrigerator, took out two eggs from the inside, then kicked the refrigerator door with his foot, early in the morning, the house made a banging and clanging, do not know, thought someone was demolishing the house. You must have thought he'd pulled out two eggs, one of which was made for his unlucky husband, who's so full of shit, to tell you the truth, you were overthinking it.

He made it for himself!

Type turned on the gas stove, poured oil into the pan, cracked two eggs, and acted like a family cook. The eyes flicked, glanced to the toaster, then retracted their gaze and continued to fry the eggs, two complete ruffled eggs were turned over to reveal the golden color of the sides, making your fingers twitch. After doing that, Type was ready to make coffee again....

Yuck! Who am I to make coffee for that bastrd? I just need to heat up a cup of boiling water and that's it.

Zee-ah!

The bedroom door was opened from the inside.

"What were you doing early in the morning?" Tharn appeared at the door.

"......." replied the other party with a burst of silence.

"Ai’Type!" called Tharn by his name.

"....... "The reply to the other side was still a silence.

Type did not ignore Tharn, he just took a knife and dipped it in butter and spread it on the toast, and Tharn saw the situation in stride and came to stand behind him, thinking of last night's unpleasantness, so he wanted to coax his wife, but.....

"I'm in a bad mood, don't touch me!"

Type doesn't care how the people behind him look at this time, he just takes the knife and pokes the eggs in the plate, the yolk is poked outwards by him, as if to say "If you dare to bother me again, it's not the eggs that will suffer, I'll release your blood to wash your feet."

This exasperated look on Type's face made Tharn rather helpless as he sighed, "Last night, I’m sorry......."

"Why apologize, you're right anyway, it's my unwillingness to go along with it that's my fault!" Type gruffly interrupted Tharn's words and took a vicious bite of toast as if it was meat from Tharn's body, chewing it up and swallowing it down in two, not caring if he didn't digest it or hurt his stomach, he only knew himself at the moment...resentful.

Tharn moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly swallowed the words that came to his lips. Before long, the man, who barely cooked, rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen, picking up the pot Type had just used, with oil left in it, thinking that he would have to make his own breakfast this time, or else there would be no breakfast for today.

Type didn't even look at Tharn squarely, just pricked up his ears and listened to the other party pounding away at him.

"Holy shit!" Tharn, who had been splashed with hot oil, let out a low curse.

Type doesn't have to look back to know that Tharn must have turned up the heat too much, the eggs will definitely spill oil if he hits them, he also knows that this guy won't turn the eggs over, the yolk will definitely be poked out by him, the other side will look half raw and half cooked ruffled eggs will definitely be cooked throughout, if the action is any slower and doesn't come out of the pan, the result will only be...batter looking egg.

Type, who was sitting quietly eating his breakfast, twisted his head to look at the battered fried egg placed next to himself, without a word, a greeting, or sympathy. Tharn, who is very particular about his food, is sitting next to him at the moment munching on his toast (which is not toasted) and swallowing it down with a battered fried egg in one bite, and luckily he can make his own coffee, otherwise he is really useless.

Heartache? Why do you have to feel sorry for this nonsensical bastrd!

After breakfast, Type didn't linger for a moment as he got up to put the plate in the sink, turned on the faucet and let it soak, turned and walked over to pick up the briefcase....

"Eh, I'll give you a ride later." Tharn called to a livid Type.

"No need, I have hands and feet and can go by myself." Type didn't want to be unreasonable, but he was still angry about last night's events, and even after a night of digesting them, his anger still didn't subside. He thought it was safer for the two to keep a little distance, lest they have to fight again.

"But we have something to talk about."

Type fiercely looked back at Tharn, an arrogant smile, "Last night I wanted to talk, you didn't, today I don't want to talk, you want to talk again, sorry Ai’Tharn, this morning I don't want to talk to you, that unlucky job and unlucky leader waiting for me to deal with, I don't want to talk to you!"

Type finished speaking, and walked towards the door in a stride, slamming the door with a thud and ignoring the call of Tharn behind him.

Yes, they did say that if there is a problem, make it clear, but not at a time when there is no way to control your emotions, and....

It's not my fault, I didn't do anything, and it’s his own jealousy, unreasonableness and lack of time and place!

Type wanted to calm himself down, so instead of taking Tharn's car to the office he took the bus, he struggled to do a deep breath to calm himself down, only the bit of anger in his heart hadn't diminished by half when he heard a cell phone ring....

RRRRRRRRrrrrrr..........

Fvck!

Type cursed in his heart and picked up the phone, saying that if the call was made by the unlucky husband who had just separated, he must scold the other party to death, but......

"Dad!"

[What's wrong with my little doggie? Early morning voice sounded exasperated].

"No, Dad, is there something you need?" Type's voice softened, and the old man on the other end of the phone made a disgruntled sound in his throat, finally getting right to the point.

[Are you coming home for Songkran this year?]

“Oh yeah, I haven't figured out where to spend Songkran this year.”

Type froze for a moment, and even more so when he heard his father's next words......

[If you're worried, let the gringo come back with you.]

"What's the matter with him?"

[How dare you ask?! If that foreigner doesn't come back with you, you won't want to come. Your mother and I are waiting for you to come home, our hair is graying. That's why I said you could come back with that boyfriend of yours, so I could get a look at you elbow to elbow ungrateful son!]

Type's father gave Type a scolding as soon as he pressed answer, as if he had a lot of grievances in his heart, Type listened for a while helplessly, he sighed, "I don't know if I can take time off by then, but I'll try my best, everyone will take time off on Songkran Festival, and only then will it be possible to change shifts."

[...]

Type's father stopped talking, and Type sighed into the phone and smiled the next moment. His father used to pretend that he didn't miss his son, but at the moment he could clearly feel that his father wanted him to come home, so he repeated, "I'll try to come home Dad, your little pup want to come home too."

After hanging up the phone, Type let out a long breath.

In addition to having to talk things out with Tharn, and discussing things back home with each other, other than that...can I have a smooth vacation like the rest of the commuters?

Type sighed heavily again, all the repression in his heart turning into a screwed up frown. Either way, he had to find time to go home and visit, and it had been a year since he started working, and there was no time at all to go back and visit his parents. Thinking back to the last time he came home, it was still his father who had asked him to come home on his own initiative, staying home for two days and rushing to take care of the family's holiday mountain resort.

RRRRRRRRrrrrrr..........

Too late to think, the phone rang again and Type glanced at the screen, then connected.

"What's up, Ai’No."

[Dinner together tonight, would you like to go?]

Techno, a friend who's been close since high school, was talking on the phone with a cheerful tone, and Type really wanted to ask the other person why he was in such a good mood early Monday morning.

"Is it just you and me?"

[Kla joins in, heh heh...]

Type froze as Ai’No that little boyfriend's name came out of the other's mouth.

Kla probably didn't want me to go, but I was going to spoil their fun!

"I'll look at my work schedule for the day and let you know later."

[Okay okay, I'll wait for you yo.]

Techno had already hung up the phone, and Type thought that if he hadn't argued with Tharn, he would have definitely dragged Tharn along with him to make trouble for the two of them, but now...it was better to go home and talk to each other first.

At this time, Type had also come to the hospital, and was in the middle of thinking about it, when he overheard a remark that startled him.

"Why didn't you send me your report today?"

Ah!

Type growled in his heart, the leader in front of him held a stack of documents in his hand and pointed at him in a series of countenances, his face was rather ugly, Type could not help but frown, "I already gave you the report on Saturday."

"What about the report? Where is it? You have no sense of responsibility for your work. Do you know that I'm going to send the report to the leadership today? You're responsible for that part of the report, if something goes wrong, it’s on you.”

God Ai’Shiaa! He is deliberate trying to pick a fight with me, I've given you the report, a few eyes can testify, you lost it and can't find it, now you want to blame me?

Aside from the boyfriend thing, the Songkran Festival back home from vacation, and now having to deal with his leader who has nothing to look for, what has he done!!!

                     Tharn ~ Type

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