TharnType: 7 years of love ONE SHOTS

Special Episode 13 Part II: Focus on me

Mature content ahead. Read at your own risk! 

Type walked to the door of their bedroom, drying his wet hair with a towel as he walked. Tharn was sitting on the bed cross-legged with a facial mask in his hand. Type shook his head ruefully. Tharn was turning into bridezilla. He was going crazy over the decorations, the invitations, the color scheme and everything in between. He was also always filming everything with a big smile and Type was tired of looking at his future husband through a camera lens. 

"My sister gave this to you. Don't forget," Tharn shook the mask in his hand with a smug smile. 

Type frowned but came over to sit in front of him. His lips were fixed in a pout even as Tharn pressed the mask to his face and tried to convince him his sister could do a lot of worse.

"Just do what you have to do," Type groused. Tharn smiled back at him. Ever since Type had agreed to marry him that's all he did nowadays and deep down Type was happy too. That's why as the wedding got closer and Tharn got more and more ridiculous all he could do was give in. It was important to Tharn so it was important to him, no matter how much he hated the attention. 

"Ai Type, I want to be the most handsome man to you. And you too. I want you to be the most handsome man to me."  Tharn's hands held onto Type's gently and he looked at him expectantly as if waiting for him to swoon. 

Type blinked continuously back at his fiancé. His serious expression crumpled as he laughed right in Tharn's face. 

As expected, Tharn immediately became pouty. "Okay. I'm sorry. You just became so serious all of a sudden," Type said while trying to contain another laugh. 

Tharn went to lie down and ignored Type. "Okay, I won't say anything else."

Type laughed and pulled him back. He took off the mask and Tharn frowned at him. "What are you doing? We're not done yet."

"I feel better this way," Type groused. Tharn rolled his eyes and tried to get away from him, but Type hooked his towel around his neck and pulled him closer. "Because I can kiss my handsome groom now." Type leaned forward and pressed his lips to Tharn's. 

Tharn smiled widely and held his face between his hands. "You really..." he leaned forward and kissed Type softly. Type's lips parted in invitation and his tongue swept inside, gently licking at the tip of his tongue and the inside of his mouth. 

Type held Tharn's tongue between his lips and sucked strongly, his lips tugging at Tharn's lush upper lip. Their heads twisted this way and that way as they nipped and sucked at each other's lips, their tongues swirling around each other in an erotic dance. 

Tharn tumbled Type onto the bed and straddled him. Type's arms automatically wrapped around his neck and Tharn dove down to kiss him again. His lips brushed his chin and jaw, then down to his earlobe and the back of his ear. He trailed kisses down his neck as Type's fingernails bit into his back passionately. 

"Hmmm," Type pulled back with a moan. His eyes fluttered open and looked up at Tharn. "Tharn, I know you're happy about the wedding, but the most important thing is you and me. Just focus on me." Type's hand slid down Tharn's chest slowly. His hand squeezed his pec and then he was pulling up Tharn's shirt until he was bare to him. 

Tharn pulled off Type's shirt and threw it behind him. He lowered his body over him and pressed his erection against his stomach. He pressed a kiss to Type's neck. "Like this?" He looked up at Type who was urging him on with his eyes. He kissed his way down his body until Type's eyes fluttered closed and his hand buried itself in Tharn's hair. 

The pull on his hair made Tharn even more excited. He took off their clothes in a hurry until their naked bodies was pressed together. He rolled them over until Type was on top, his hands adjusted Type's hips until his erect member was squeezed between his cheeks. Type's hips rose and lowered as he rubbed against him. Tharn held onto his swaying cock tightly.