TharnType: 7 years of love ONE SHOTS

Bonus Episode 3: Temporary Bliss

Mature content ahead. Read at your own risk!

As promised, here is your table scene from episode 3. I hope this can soothe the pain to come. T__________________T

Tharn clicked away at the keyboard even as a warm Type clung to him like a little koala bear. Once in a while Type would shift around and his breath would blow on the little hairs on Tharn's nape, making Tharn shiver. 

Tharn shut the laptop off. He wasn't going to get any work done anyway. His hands rubbed Type's back and then he buried his face in his neck. He slowly inhaled his scent.

"Hmmm..." Tharn sighed. Type's smell always felt like home. It sucked out all of the tension out of his body and made every bone inside melt. Then it aroused him and fired him up until he wanted to eat Type whole.

Type felt Tharn get hard against him and leaned back against the table. "I'm trying to say sorry and you're thinking dirty thoughts."

Tharn's hand slid slowly up Type's chest to his neck and then his thumb was stroking his jaw slowly. "You knew what you were doing when you sat on my lap." Tharn gave Type a wicked smile. "Now you have to take care of it."

Type arched an eyebrow. "Who says?"

Tharn ground up against Type's butt with a grunt. He put his face close to Type's and nuzzled his nose with his. "I do," he whispered. His hands lowed to Type's ass and squeezed his cheeks. Then he hauled Type against him and he raised his head to kiss Type's lips. 

Type held on to Tharn's shoulders even as his tongue delved deeply into Tharn's mouth. His tongue flicked and swirled inside. His bottom lip was sucked between Tharn's lips and then Tharn was tracing his bottom lip with his tongue. Type attacked and sucked on the tip of Tharn's tongue and then pulled it inside his own mouth. Tharn moaned against him and his hips flexed up the chair to ground against Type.

Type pushed at his folder and let go of Tharn's lips with a sucking sound. "Damn". 

Tharn pushed his forehead against Type's as they fought to catch their breath. "I need you." 

Type looked at Tharn and his eyes were pools of emotion. Eyes that said they loved him, needed him, but that also showed the hurt. It made Type's heart clench in his chest. Tharn was the love of his life. They only person who made his body sing since he was 18 years old. The most important person in his life. Someone who deserved to be paraded around proudly on his arm and to be bragged about around town. Type knew it hurt him that he was kept hidden instead. 

Deep down Type knew Tharn could only be put off so long. That's why he was afraid. He didn't know how long Tharn would just be satisfied with keeping their love confined to bed and their small apartment. But he would give as much of himself as he could to make up for it. 

"Tharn," Type breathed. All his need was in that one word and Tharn didn't disappoint. He lifted Type up by his legs and placed him down sideways on their dinner table. Type wordlessly lifted his arm and his clothes were taken off. Slowly at first and then the more skin that was revealed the more Tharn hurried. 

Type's hands went to Tharn's white shirt and lifted it off him. His hands lowered down his chest, tight abdomen and then to the waistband of his sweatpants. He widened his legs to form a cradle for Tharn as he buried his hands inside and dragged both his pants and underwear down. Tharn approached and pressed his naked cock against Type's stomach. 

As soon as their skin touched, they both moaned. Tharn's hands slid up Type's muscled thighs as his lips touched his. Their tongues dueling and their lips biting and sucking on each other. Tharn worked his way down Type's jaw, chin and then he was biting and sucking the skin where his neck met his shoulder. His white teeth pulled and then his tongue flicked at the skin to soothe it. All while his hands roamed and touched every bit of Type's warm skin.