Darting his eyes, Mr. Tyme was sitting to his desk to be going over some paperwork, to then move his arms up to then streach to yawn, he was growing very tired.
Turning his head to the side, he heard he's door bell start to go off.
Mr. Tyme then pushed himself away from his desk to go and see who it was.
Opening his door, his eyes widened to see type swaying a bit back and forth.
"Type? What are you doing here?"
Type slowly peered his eyes up to dart them about to then go slowly in to then place his hands to mr. Tymes neck to look him over.
"Does your man really need an appointment to be here?"
Mr. Tymes eyes narrowed has he heard type slur his words.
"Your drunk I see."
Type shrugged to then close his eyes to tilt his head to the side to start to move himself inward, Mr. Tyme widened his eyes has he could tell what type was trying to do. He then placed his hands to his chest to push him back, type popped his eyes opened to look to him up and down a bit mad, to then take his hands away to then turn his head to continue to sway.
"What the fuck...... Ever! Been wanting my kiss.....fuck you!"
Type then started to turn until Mr. Tyme grabbed him by the wrist to then pull him back to then slam the door to place types body to it, to wrap his hands to his wrists to pin then to either side of types head, to go to his ear.
Type squeezed his eyes tightly shut.
"Ooow! You mother fucker!"
Mr. Tyme then squeezed at his wrists.
"Now you listen to me! I do not want your first kiss in this way! Your drunk!"
Type then peered his eyes back with a face.
"Fuck me then!"
Mr. Tyme leaned his head back to fully eye over type.
"Type....... Your drunk."
Types eyes narrowed.
"Either fuck me, or let me go and I'll find another! I'm........ Dripping wet because of you! Take, responsibility!"
Mr. Tyme flexed his jaw.
"Type, you drunk, this isn't right."
Type scoffed to then place his forehead to the wall to then back up his lower to then rub it up and down Mr. Tymes very much hard on, Mr. Tyme gritted his teeth to look down, he wanted type, wanted him like mad, but this was not the way.
"Type stop!"
Type scoffed again to continue with the action.
"No! And your being so hyprocrital right now! Just took my first time, now just fuck me!"
Mr. Tyme took in a deep breathe to then slowly move his eyes up to eye type to the back of his head.
"I'm so sorry for this type."
Mr. Tyme then rendered type unconscious.
Few hours later, type to his stomach, had an arm drapped over the edge of the bed, to slowly open his eyes to look about to then grow in confusion.
Where..... Where am I?
Type made a pained face to then place his hand to his forehead to rub has it was hurting him and a lot .
Type then darted his eyes about to know exactly where he was, he then slowly got up to then look to the side to see a silver platter with pills to it.
Then he looked to the side of it to see a glass of water, type slowly moved to place his legs over the edge to then grab the aspirins then the water to take both to then place the cup down to eye to then turn his head to peer his eyes down to see he was naked.
Types eyes widened.
Did that asshole........
Type then got up to make a face.
He's lower didn't seem to hurt.
Turning, type saw a chair with some comfy clothes to it, he went straight to then to then place them on to go about.
To the kitchen, type saw Mr. Tymes back has he was over the stove to be making breakfest, he then turned to plate to look to type.
"How are you this morning?"
Type made a face to then look down.
"How am I here?"
"You tell me. You arrived to my home all drunk."
Type turned his head to the side.
"Did we...... Have sex?"
"Mm, make love?"
Type signed to then look to Mr. Tyme.
"Did we?"
Mr. Tyme shook his head to look down.
"I don't make love to people who are shit faced drunk."
Type let out a relieved breathe to then go to sit to the table to then look down to it.
"Then..... What did happen?"
"You really wanted me, I then had to render you unconscious, I am very sorry about that, but I will not make love to you in that matter."
Type then looked up.
"No yourll just take when I'm sober."
Mr. Tyme signed to then go about to then place the plate before type to then go to his seat.
Type looked to him.
"Mr. Tyme?"
Mr. Tyme looked to type to narrow his eyes.
"Tharn?"
Tharn nodded.
"Yes?"
"Why....... Didn't you fuck me?"
"I told you, I don't have sex with people when they're drunk, with my other line of business, that is usually the case with these raped victims, they get drunk, I will not have sex with you if you are intoxicated."
Type made a face to consider that to then look down.
"What if ...... Were both drinking?"
Tharn signed heavily.
"The answer is still no!"
Type nodded.
"Mm type? Why were you drinking?"
Types eyes darted, he drank after he took his medication, because of what ceto said, type didn't really know what to do about it.
"Mm, how about this, I can tell you or......"
Type then got up to go about to sit to tharns lap to wrap his arms about to look at him deeply.
"Or you can make love to me, which one will you chose?"
Tharn raised an eye brow.
"You're using your body against me ..... Aren't you type?"
Type nodded.
Tharn signed to then use his hands to move his plate to the side to place type upon the table to Hover over.
"I will get to the bottom of why you drank type."
Type shrugged to then start to grind.
"We will see, until then......"
Type then moved his mouth to tharns neck to kiss, tharn couldn't help but get swept away by this and give type exactly what he wanted.
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to be with danger
Fanfictionto a world where one generation of men were selected to go under a mysterious procedure when they were in the wombs of there mother's, they were often ridiculed, to be treated very badly and differently from the rest, many hide while others kept wha...
