GREAT AROUSALS (THARNTYPE ONE-SHOTS 18+)

GODBROTHERS (part 2/end)

Their lips smashed together, but tenderly, having them chastely suckle and nibble on the meat of it. There was no rush or roughness with the ways, as their hands sneaked their place to the broad back and the lean hip, correspondingly, as a desperate attempt to tug each other closer.

Tharn couldn't defy prodding his tongue against the fruity mouth. Type wasn't a first-time kisser, he very well knew how to go about it. He was easy in letting inside Tharn, who didn't waste a single moment to taste every corner of the orifice, mingling fiercely with the other appendage, which did the same to him. There seemed to be no holding or turning back from this point for the two, they were already tightening and leaking uncomfortable against the crotches.

"Tharn" that was muffled enough to comprehend, so Type briskly tapped on his shoulder, he was getting out of breath.

Tharn understood and parted with an inevitable string of saliva, not having his hungry gaze subside for even a bit, alike Type.

"What was that" Type panted, probing.

"Something stupendo-fantabulous, phantasmagorically magical thing, that has every happed to me"

"I mean are you actual or just taking advantage of me and my lone state"

"That would be the last thing I'll ever thing of, it was my long repressed desire that couldn't be tamed anymore, baby"

"Then daddy take the responsibility, this is nowhere even near enough to satiate my thirst for you"

He pulled Tharn by the collar and didn't give him even a moment to adjust before kissing him rough. This one had their teeth clash with each other as Type went on to discover the farthest point of the roof just as Tharn, the thought of getting enough of each other's tastes had been defenestrated and sadistically

For better leverage, Tharn smoothly lifted Type by the butt and laded it on the counter, yet not detaching ever. Type held Tharn's face as closely as possible. While he let Tharn's hands roam where ever they wanted.

He cried out loud for Tharn to swallow, when his butt was unexpectedly groped hard, leaving him with the need for more and harsher.

Type's hands instinctively slid down, Where there laid a toned and firm, chisel chest, with a pair of taut nipples, above a package of mouth-watering abs. He felt for everything against the shirt fabric, which he wanted off, and so he did. The clothes were proving to be a menace, and no bother was being accepted at the moment, Tharn's navy blue coat was flung into the air, before his white shirt that Type almost ripped apart, not caring a heck that the mesh of his own shirt was being treated the same.

Type broke away from the kiss for a moment, only to let his eyes land on Tharn's bare torso, every second away from licking and kissing his flesh from top to bottom, was killing him.

"Daddy, can I touch more of you"

Tharn felt blow by the expression in Type's eyes, his pupils were dilated yet he managed to look like a puppy for that instant. Tharn couldn't oppose the urge to pull Type for a loud smooch on his lips, while the daddy word worked its own magic all over Tharn's body, every time uttered.

"Touch wherever you want baby, every inch of daddy's being has, is and will forever be yours" Tharn's one hand caressed Type's cheek while the other held Type's wrist and guided the smooth palm to glide over the sternum, down to the navel where he stopped. Type watched with a laboured breath that clouted against the bit under lip.

Tharn fervently salvaged the podgy flesh tugged under Type's teeth with his own, prior to ravishing it including the insides, over and over again. He didn't even register when Type had unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants to set free his aching member that looked rather irate, with its size (duh!)and those pulsating veins that ran all over, besides that weeping mushroom head, only coming to the realization when he happened to moan within one stroke of Type's hands. The sound Type just heard was superior to any music he had ever listed to, (so much so that he had just shunned the thought of recording it as his ringtone, only if the ringtone was receptacle by his ears selectively), he didn't want or would ever let anyone else get even a single note of it. He stroked and jerked, having Tharn hiss and cry at every touch, letting it mingle with his own shriller moans, as Tharn jacked him even competently.