Thai mafia love

Lesson and Panic

Type's throat hurt from yelling and his arms were starting to feel a little numb. What was the point of all this? Why would Tharn leave me like that? And where in the HELL did he come up with this hair-brained idea???? He couldn't keep his thoughts from racing around the same words over and over again. Tharn had never treated him like that before, let alone play any sex-games like that. He just didn't understand why.

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Type felt strong, warm arms encircle his waist. He moaned at the heat coming off the body that was behind him. He was feeling so needy for this attention that it didn't even dawn on him that he didn't hear the person come into the room, nor the thought that the person behind him could be anyone other than his husband. Those strong hands slowly made their way up his chest, causing shock waves of pleasure to tingle throughout his body. He started to pant and moan, enjoying the sensations so much after not being touched for what felt like forever.

     He hears and feels a deep Humm in his ear. It vibrates and enhances the senses that are coming alive since the first touch. "Aren't you even a bit worried that I wasn't who I am? Did you not question who touched you?" Tharn smirked as Type gasped and moaned even more with each well placed breath of air out of his mouth and each brush of his finger tips on his wife's body. So Vegas was right...  Getting started then stopping and making him wait truly does make this feel that much more enjoyable...  Although, I don't think Type or I could live this kind of life style other a random time or two, unlike Vegas and Pete.

Between moans and gasps, Type answered Tharn. "I could...... *gasp *... Never mis-s-stake anyone.... *moan*... For you, Tharn..... *moan*... You are... Hmm mm.... My everything.." Tharn started to slide one of his hands downwards as the other continued up to Type's throat. His hand encircled it, not putting any pressure on it. Type's breathing came out even faster and his moan turned into a groan, wanting more. Tharn chuckled. "Use your words Type.... Here, words are EVERYTHING." His own breathing started to increase with his arousal. Damn that Vegas! He didn't tell me how much I might like this too, fucker!

       "Tharn..... Please...  I n-n-need you!" Type finally found enough words to gasp out his need to his husband. What he didn't know, was that Tharn was so aroused himself that he was about to loose control. Trying to stick to his own plan, he took his time moving Type to the bed that was in the room. The whole time Tharn couldn't help but touch every inch of Type's body that he could reach while walking him to the bed. Type was still frustrated as his hands were still tied together and so, he couldn't touch Tharn back.

     As soon as Type was on the bed, Tharn wasted no time getting the rest of their combined cloths off. He proceeded to touch and taste as much of Type as he could before his control on himself snapped. Type saw fireworks behind his eyelids as Tharn licked, nibbled, and sucked on his cock while Tharn's hands teased and prepared him for Tharn. Tharn sucked particularly intensely that made Type nearly cum right then and there. The sounds that left his mouth, shattered that last thread of control Tharn had. "I'm sorry Type..."

.     Type didn't have a minute to try to understand what Tharn had said before his husband buried himself inside his wife. Type threw his head back and his cock jerked as it spilled it's thick white fluid. He was nearly exhausted with just that due to how intense and quick it had hit. He didn't have a moment to come down from his high. Tharn had started fucking him hard from the moment he entered his wife and the continued brutal pace made Type feel like he was still in a state of having his orgasm.

       Soon, Tharn's actions became even more punishing and wild. Just when Type didn't think he could endure anymore, another orgasm screamed it's way out of him from his cock to his mouth. His channel tightened so much that it tipped Tharn over the edge and he followed Type into one of the most powerful orgasms of their lives. When they were finally spent, Tharn collapsed on the bed and all of Type's limbs that had been wrapped around Tharn fell limp too. They both laid there catching their breath before even attempting to move.