Believe Again

CH 22: WHAT?!

3rd Last chapter...

Slight NC. I'm not marking it. I'm so sorry that I'm rushing this part. But I do that coz I don't have any more plot twists for this story, and the conclusion is really close too. Moreover, I've already made a lot of mess here so I just wanna give you sweet chapters as the last ones.

Hope you'll like it. 

- Wannie

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*2 MONTHS LATER*

"Baby~ Please~ Just one more round~" Tharn hugged Type from behind as the water rained on them from the shower head. "I'm tired. We'll do it tomorrow, hubby," Type sighed, denying his husband. "But I've been away for two weeks! I really miss your taste!" Tharn's lips curled into a pout, brows knitted cutely as he whined. "Hubby, I promise we'll make love tomorrow again but not today. Not anymore, please. My back really hurts... P'Tharn!-" Type tried reasoning as he shrieked in the end. Tharn sunk his teeth into Type's soft back as he glided his fingers smoothly down Type's scarred abdomen, past his soft shaft and into the swollen walls of his cervix. "Yes, kitten?" Tharn licked his ear's shell.  "N- No... Sto- Ah!~" whenever Type tried to speak, he would simply end up moaning. "I'm not doing it, wifey. but just let me eat you for a while," Tharn assured him and gently pushed him to the wall behind and knelt down.

He kissed the tender, scarred flesh on Type's waist, only moving southwards to the slowly hardening shaft. "How can you be so beautiful, love? Are you sure you're a human?" Tharn ghosted his lips over Type's inner thighs. He threw Type's right leg over his shoulder for a better access. "You're the one who finds me beautiful even after these ugly marks," Type chuckled. He did not know what the chuckle was. Happiness. Mocking himself. A taunt. Sadness. Amusement. Appeasement. He did not know. But he didn't want to think much about it so, he stopped. He stopped before his insecurities took a hold of his sanity and made him say something bad. Tharn gently held onto his hand and glided his thumb over the healed marks of the cuts that were to not disappear in a long time, kissing it gently. 

All these small things he did- kissing Type's head, his scarred wrists, caressing the scratched thighs and waist, the frequent recitation of 'I love you', the simple hugs and cuddles, every single smile of his- were what been always keeping Type sane. Reminding him that his bad days were over. That the only thing left for him to feel now was not hurt but assurance and love from this very man kneeling in front of him with his shaft in his mouth, sucking it sensually and so tenderly. Tharn gasped for air, letting go of the hard shaft for a second, "All I say is the truth, love. I've never met a human so beautiful as you." A soft smile stretched Type's lips on the words. "So you've met supernatural beautiful beings is what you mean?" Type wondered, raking his finger through his husband's wet hair. 

"I have, indeed. Wanna know who?" Tharn nodded, making his kitten raise his brows. Tharn chuckled, "It's you, love, the supernaturally beautiful thing I've met. What makes you think that I would find someone even close to beautiful after my eyes on you?" Type pulled his leg away from his husband's shoulder and slid down against the wall. Facing his husband. "You are too good for a fuck up like me, Type. A fucker like me does not deserve you. I don't even know how I got so lucky," Tharn Sat on the floor and pulled Type onto his lap. "You're an angel stuck with a demon like me..." Tharn rested his head on Type's shoulder, circling his hands around his favourite person. 

"You're all I could have asked for. In fact you are so much better than what I had ever imagined. So, stop saying bad things about yourself, hubby," Type cupped Tharn's cheek and soothed it. "I'm no angel. And you're not a demon," he kissed his husband's head. "It's a demon who kills for pleasure, not a human," Tharn countered back. "Really? Then just be a demon. You're mine no matter what. Doesn't matter whatever you are," Type pulled him away and claimed his lips, asserting dominance. "Forever yours," Tharn smiled in contentment, pecking his lips again, submitting to his wife.