THARNTYPE ONE SHOTS

Episode 3: Talking... isn't the only thing I'm good at

Tharn ignored his harsh words and softly held his neck with his left hand. He caressed Type's hair gently and leaned in to give him a soft kiss. Type's fisted hand pushed weakly at Tharn's shoulder even as his eyes closed to savor the kiss. 

Type frowned even as Tharn gently pecked him again as if tearing down his defenses kiss by kiss. His gentle touch so different from what that evil man had done to him. The suffocating feeling of feeling someone down his throat against his will was coming back in waves, but Tharn tamed them. Type moved his head away from Tharn's kiss as he sought to control his body. I have to push him away. I have to. "Asshole, let me go" he snapped with a frown. Tharn never responded. It was as if he knew he was battling Type's demons not just Type. This is getting out of control. I can't want this...I can't...Type moaned softly as he felt Tharn nibble down his neck. 

His body almost melted against Tharn as he kissed down his chest and down to his stomach. Meanwhile, Tharn's left hand snuck into the towel and caressed his thigh as if his dick needed more encouragement. His erection already tented the towel. It was literally being held up by a miracle at this point. His hand slid down Tharn's back to caress his soft skin. Skin with the hardest muscle underneath. Strong and gentle like Tharn. 

Tharn kissed down Type's stomach and stopped to take away the towel. He dropped it on the floor and got down on his knees. He kissed down Type's legs. First the left and then the right. He glanced up to check on Type and became more aroused when he saw how lost in the pleasure he was. His eyes were closed, his neck arched as if being electrocuted and Tharn hadn't even held his cock in his mouth yet.

Tharn bit slightly at Type's hip right next to his cock. Meanwhile, his left hand caressed the back of his knee, the back of his thigh, up to his butt cheek where he held on tightly. He rubbed his face on Type's tan cock. It was as long as his but not as thick. Full enough to fill his mouth, though. Tharn licked up Type's cock. His tongue swirled around as he tried to slick up every inch of his cock. 

"Hmmm," Type moaned. His fingers buried themselves in Tharn's hair encouraging him to continue. 

Tharn's lips parted and he suck on the tip. Type's hips shot forward involuntarily. His dick seeking the warm of his lover's mouth. Tharn held on tightly to his right hip and pressed him back against the wall. Slowly, his head bobbed up and down as he sucked down half of Type's length. He licked and sucked on his flesh. He let Type's cock pop out of his mouth as he leaned down to suck a ball into his mouth. He suckled strongly and started stroking Type's dick with his hand. 

Type tried to buck again, but Tharn gripped his left butt cheek tightly in warning. Type let out a loud moan as Tharn sucked in his other ball. Giving it equal treatment. 

Tharn's eyes fluttered close as he took Type into his mouth again. His red lips were puffy from sucking and nibbling and the sight of it made Type insane. 

"Hmmm, Tharn," Type begged. His hips squirmed as he tried to move faster in Tharn's mouth, but Tharn wouldn't let him. No matter how fast he wanted to go, Tharn took him in slow and deep. Loving him. Making it more. Hate him. Hate him with all my guts, Type thought as he scratched  at Tharn's back like a mewling cat. 

Tharn felt Type shiver against him. His moans and hisses coming out more frequently. He was so close. Tharn set in and sucked him harder. He sucked him down until he was all the way down his throat. He made sucking sounds and he sucked him down, held, and then let him pop out of his mouth and then he would start again. His throat strangling Type's cock until the pleasure pain made Type's eyes roll to the back of his head. His knees buckled and Tharn held him as he changed the rhythm and sucked him down faster. 

Tharn caressed Type's legs gently in contrast to how fast and hard his lips tightened around his cock. 

Type tried to push Tharn's forehead back in warning as his legs shook underneath Tharn's hands. He felt as if someone had put an electric cable to his spine as his body shook and he called out in pleasure. His cum spurted out into Tharn's mouth and Tharn swallowed. His tongue licked and caressed Type's cock lovingly even after the final spurts of his cum had come out. 

Tharn let Type's limp cock of his mouth and kissed his hip gently. He kissed his way back up Type's body and kissed his cheek gently. He smiled as he saw Type's lust drunk expression. "I told you, I'm not only good at talking he said softly." Type looked at him with lust as he moved his head to receive his kiss, but then his mind seemed to clear. Aaaaaand he's back, Tharn thought as Type's face transformed back into a frown. 

He was proved right when Type pushed him away hard. Type bent down to get the towel and the sight of his naked butt made Tharn's hand itch to touch him again. 

"Wash that for me," he snapped at Tharn as if he was his maid. What a demanding wife he is, Tharn thought as he grinned at Type. 

Type ran out of the bathroom and held onto the doorknob so Tharn couldn't get out. What the hell did I just do? Come on, Type, hate him! You hate gays! He let the doorknob go and quickly got into bed. This would be a one-time thing or maybe...maybe he could help me? Help me get rid of this trauma. No! He just needed to find a nice girl and he would be fine, right?

Type felt his bed dip down as Tharn's chest pressed against his shoulder. "Type, you were amazing back there." Tharn said with a sexy voice. Type felt anger and embarrassment. His elbow shot out and hit Tharn in the stomach. Tharn doubled over and fell on the bed. 

"Do not fucking test me!" Type snapped. 

Despite the pain, Tharn smirked. "Just admit you liked my skills."

Type put the covers his face to hide his red face even as he snapped back "Asshole!".

Type closed his eyes even as he heard Tharn's mocking laugh from the other side of the room. 

Tharn looked up at the ceiling with a wide smile. He'd done it. He'd reached Type. Maybe he could break his no-dating-straight-guys-rule this one time. He remembered how Type used to smile at him before he found out he was gay. His frowning face was adorable, but his smile was devastating. I want that for me. I want him. Tharn put on a determined face. And I will get him.