Perfect Two ✔️(Completed)

CHAPTER 24

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THARN roamed the supermarkets and fruitstands all over Bangkok just to find cotton fruit with one seed. He can't forget the amusement from the stall vendors and shop owners when he asked them. But he dont feel humiliated. He's proud and happy.

"You don’t have to find it if it is impossible, dear, pregnant person is moody, this time he like it,then next time he don't." An old ladyadviseds hi,  and Tharn just nodded he's too tired to talk. He accepted and paid the3 kiloss of cotton fruit,  and all of it is large in sizes.
He drove fas,  and when he reached the mansio,  he went straight to their bedroom.

Type was sitting in the be,  and he's rubbing his belly gently.
He didn'tseew Tharncomee in.

"Kitten, I'm not sure if this fuits  has only one seed inside but positively most of it. as the vendor said."

"Just put one here in the bedside table Babe. The largest one." Type said, then he lied down on the bed facing the bedside table.

Tharn oblige, he put one and kept the remaining in his personal fridge inside his room.

He noticed Type was just looking at the cotton fruit.

"Ahm.. Aren't you gonna eat that kitten?"

"No, I will just stare at it. I want to stare at it. Do you have a problem with that?!" Type glared at him again.

THARN raises his hand mid-air.
"No, I don’t have.. I feel sticky. I'll take a shower."
He gets inside the bathroom, leaving Type, who's still looking at the fruit like it is a strange thing.

TYPE  suddenly felt his mouth watered. But he didn't want to eat the cotton fruit. The yellowish orange skin of the fruit and its round size forbids him from eating it.

He got up and he  checked the fridge inside the room and he saw green apples. He suddenly felt hungry.

He bites the Apple, but he felt like something was missing.

He looks at the intercom in the bedside table. Each room in this mansion has its own intercom connected to the kitchen so they can call the househelps in there.

Type lift the intercom.

"Hello Liz, can you give me a bowl, vinegar, knife and salt please?"

"Right away, ma'am Type."

Type grimace upon the formality, but that's Gulf' house rules.

Type didn't wait long, Liz gave him  a tray filled with two small bowls, knife,  fork, vinegar, and salt.

"Thank you, Liz.."

"You need anything, Ma'am before I go?" Liz asked. All of them are cautious because they knew Type is pregnant.

"Yes, get cotton fruit in the fridge here, and give to others. Just leave a little amount for Tharn."

Liz was hesitant because she knew that Sir Tharn had a hard time looking for it. But as per Gulf's reminder..
Do not upset Type, so she got one cotton fruit, then she left immediately after saying her thanks, and she went out to go back to the kitchen.

Type got busy peeling and cutting the green apple into cubes, and he didn't hear Tharn get out of the bathroom.

"Kitten, what's that?"
Tharn' s forehead furrowed.

Green apples, with salt and vinegar. Taste it, Babe." Type get one slice with the fork and give it to Tharn.

He is hesitant but afraid to upset Type. He accepted the sliced apple with salt and vinegar, and he almost puked. He hated sour food, but he couldn't make Type sad, so he endured, and he smiled.

Type felt happy seeing Tharn liked it.

"It is good, right?" Type said, and then he started eating.

Grimacing, Tharn nodded. "Yes.."
He goes to the dressing room and changes for comfortable sleepwear.

Type finished eating two apples, and he felt really tired and full. He just put the tray on the side table, and then he slept. Totally ignoring Tharn. It's not his intention, but he just felt like it.

Tharn just lay beside him and cuddled him to sleep.

***

Tharn woke up feeling someone was doing nasty on him. He squint his eyes and looks around the room, only the dimlight from the bedside lamp lighting the room.

"Kitten.. What are you doing?" He asked when he felt Type just pull down his pyjama.

"I'm craving for something.." Type softly said.

"What?".

"your cum.." after saying it, he instantly devour Tharn's cock, and work his mouth to make it hard.

Tharn's body responses  quick, since their honeymoon was the last sexual intercourse he had, because the entire process forbids Type for having sex, and now that he is pregnant they dont want to take a risk.

So Tharn has been celibate for months already.

"Okay then, enjoy.." He smirked. His sleepiness disappeared. He glances at the small clock beside him, and it shows that it is already morning.

Type started licking the base of Tharn's now really hard cock, his veins was showing which makes it look more appealing amd appetizing.

He licked all the sides, then in one swift move, he suck the head and swallow whole of it without gagging. He really love how Tharn's erection can fit and made his throat full.

He pulled it out of his mouth and uses his hand to masturbate it, with enough force to squeeze it. While his mouth eagerly devour the scrotum waiting for his attention.

Tharn jolted in bed when Type lick his perenium.

He cant moan loud because the whole house might hear them.
Tharn ended up groaning.

Type licked and sucked him good as always but this time. It's different. It's more fulfilling. And contentment flashed through him when he released in Type's mouth, and Type gladly swallow it all, cleaning him with his mouth and tongue.

"Happy?" Type asked him when he's not moving on the bed.

"More than happy.. Thank you, Kitten.. I need it."

"I just want to wake you up because today you will interview applicants for my position as your secretary, right?" Type goes to the bathroom, and he wash his mouth.

"Hurry now and prepare for work, Babe.. I'll sleep again. " Type settled on the bed and kick Tharn out of it.

Tharn left him to go to the kitchen carrying the tray from last night.

While Type was left there thinking about the interview of Tharn for his new secretary.

He knew that Tharn was a philandering asshole playboy. And he can't blame the girls and gays though his husband is worth drooling and worth devouring. Even his cum tasted sweet.

Type snooze to sleep with one thing in mind. He wants to interfere with the interview.

JUST in case.