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trying to make this other leave

Getting up and dressing himself, type then went out to open the doors wide to then look over duma who was to the wall with his hands to his front to look over type to widen his brow a bit.
Type eyed over duma to sign to then go through the doors to then walk towards the living room with duma right behind.
Going to the couch, type sat upon it, to then reach for the remote to then turn on the television to move back with his arms wrapped to stare forward to make a face.
After a bit, he then turned his head to eye over duma who was to the side, standing, to keep his head forward to eye the other wall.
"Would..... You like to sit down?"
Duma shook his head.
"I am fine standing, is there anything you would like?"
Type signed to then look towards the television.
"For you to please leave. I do not need a baby sitter, I am a grown man."
Duma shrugged.
"Unfortunately, I must stay here, it is my employers wishes."
Type made a face to then turn his head to eye.
"I believe I can pay you more, if you were to leave."
"I am a very loyal employee, I will not accept anything from you."
Type groaned to then turn his head to eye forward to then start to think.
"Mm..... Well, don't you want to be with that boyfriend you were telling me about?"
Duma took in a very deep breathe.
"I wish not to talk about my personal life. I have said enough."
Type darted his eyes.
There has to be something I can say or do to make this guy go away. I just want to be alone.
Type then peered his eyes to duma to look him over for anything he could use.
Type then raised an eye brow. He then got up to slowly go to duma who then turned his head to eye type.
"Sir?"
Type then moved his head a bit closer to really eye his neck.
"Are you okay? Your neck."
Duma widened his eyes to then roll them.
Damnit tyro!
"I am fine."
Type really eyed.
"Are those..... Teeth marks?"
Type brought up his hand to try to touch until duma raised his hand to wrap it about his wrist.
"I do not wish to be touched. I am fine."
The two then turned there heads to see tharn come about to eye them both.
Duma made an uncomfortable face to then drop types hand to then turn his head forward.
"My apologies sir."
Type turned fully to really eye tharn who came at them slowly, looking at them both to then go to stand right in front of type too grit his teeth.
"You are relieved. Go now!"
Duma nodded to then leave.
Type looked over tharn to take in a deep inhale.
Tharn then took a further step forward to then wrap his arms about to give type a hard look.
Type jumped a bit has he heard the front door close.
"Why was he touching you type?"
Type gulped.
"I..... Saw a mark to his neck, think he got hurt."
Tharns eyes narrowed to move his head closer.
"I don't give a shit! You are not to be touched by anyone but me! Do you understand!?"
Type rolled his eyes.
"You won't even tell me what we exactly are and then you go and say.....oow!"
Type winced has tharn placed his hand to his head to grip his hair to then make type go to his knees to bend over a bit.
"You know exactly what we are my fucking bitch!"
Tharn then placed his hand to his pants to unzip to grab out his member to then place it in types mouth to down to then straighten himself to lift his head back.
"Give me a great blow job if you are not wanting a very hard fucking for letting that prick to touch you!"
Type peered his eyes up, to then take a hand to tharns to move it from his head to then place his hands up his waist to devour.
Tharn widened his eyes to then hang his head to watch this to part his lips.
Are... Are you wanting my......
Tharn made a face.
The more you want the closer you will be to......
Tharn shook his head, to then place his hands to types shoulders to then push him away, to place himself away to turn to grab to the kitchen.
"I'm going to make dinner."
Type to the ground eyed after tharn a bit confused.
What the hell was that!?
Sighing, he then got up to look down at his evident hard on, to take in a very deep breathe, to then go to tharn to stand behind him.
"What the hell was that?"
Tharn flex his jaw.
"Go sit to the table."
Type rolled his eyes to then turn to go about.
"You are such a prick!"
Tharn slowly looked up to then raise an eye brow.
He then placed the dish in front of him, to turn to go to type.
Type took in a very deep breathe has he felt tharn wrapped himself about him.
"What are you doing! Let go!"
You are so fucking confusing! God why do I think I've fallen for you!? This is just going to bring me nothing but misery!
Tharn then went to his ear to nibble to then place his hands inside his boxers.
"I might be a prick, but I can see you like this."
Type took in a very deep breathe, has he felt tharns hands to his cock to whip it out to start to stroke and quick.
"Damnit! Nnn..... Stop!"
Tharn started to chuckle to then start to take type back.
"Who are you trying to kid? I know you want this. Know you want my cock."
Type signed and heavily has he was being pulled back.
I don't want only that! Fuck!