The Necromancer's Prince

Chapter 12

Sorry for the delay.

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"I will kill you Tharaa! Where the hell are we going?" Type, with a flick of his wrist takes out his switch blade from his hand sleeve. But the Puppy only smiles brighter seeing the sharp weapon that could now find a home in his neck.

"Here!" Tharn finally stops yanking on Type's hand and pushes him inside a room with so many musical instruments and as expected Type scowls.

"Did you take me here to show me those... what in the world is that? The person has to stand upside down to blow into that thing?"

Type narrows his eyes when Tharn locks the door and comes back skipping. "No, babe... the tube goes around the torso. Now come here."

"Not coming anywhere, you bloody Pup..."

But of course Tharaa loves playing with Type's Kitty claws and swallows his words with a deep kiss and Type dishes out that much too.

Type meowls when Tharn's right hand settles on his butt and squeezes hard. He pushes away from the kiss, eyes big and wet, pupil dilated with lust... "Touch me there, I will poison you, you fucker."

Type pants so much and Tharn gulps, not acknowledging the erotic thoughts he is having just by Type's warm breaths. "Bottom left cabinet."

"Huh?" Type scowls and Tharn smirks.

"Poisons. Bottom left cabinet, in my living room. Now where were we?"

The hand settles back in its rightful place and Kitten chews down on Puppy's lips but... Gods! That is glorious.

"Seriously Tharaa... Did you bring me here for this? Kissing?" Type mumbles gently to the man who is sucking on his collar bone. Type's hand gently holds that head, his fingers slowly rubbing Tharn's scalp.

"And more... but you will kill me for real and I am not dying without knowing..." Tharn presses a quick kiss on Type's apple cheek.

"Without knowing what?" Type whispers.

Is that blush we see? Uhuh!

"Without knowing..." Tharn nibbles on Type's chin and his Kitten almost melts.

"Without knowing?" Type prompts... even boops Tharn's nose with his own.

"Without knowing why we have fingertips but not tip-fingers and we can always tiptoe but cannot toe-tip."

"Huuuuh???" Type's genuine confusion and real scowl is so fucking adorable and Tharn has to give those plump lips a smooch.

Tharn laughs when Type's brain finally gets back and he scrambles off quickly from Tharn's hold with a growl.

Aww! Kitten truly mad.

"A joke!!! A joke Type!!!" But Type stomps to the door and Tharn catches him by jumping on Type but he cannot stop his own annoying big laughter.

Come on the look on Type's face is...

He does not even have words.

But...

"LET ME GO!" Type all but screams and Tharn gets a hard elbow punch to his stomach when he hugs Type tighter from the back.

"OW! It hurts Kitten. Come on, a joke. You must know what I want by now."

"Well, you can shove what you want up your ass, Asshole, jerkface... you stupid... dickhead and..."

Type curses up a storm and Tharn keeps on pressing kisses all over the back of Type's neck.