After Us

Chapter 6 : Revelations

It ended with him peppering kisses on Type's face - his eyes, his brows, the bridge of his nose, the corners of his swollen lips - gentle, unhurried kisses as they both went down from their high and he could finally think properly without getting sidetracked by his own need.

His hand alternated between rubbing a spot on Type's neck and stroking the shell of his ear, basking on the blush that still colored Type's chest, his ears, his cheeks. A reminder of how good the sex was and how clearly they've both enjoyed it. God, but he could get used to this, the warmth and the familiar feel of Type's breaths against his skin, the way it was slowing down in tandem with their thundering heartbeats.

He ducked and found himself inhaling greedily, filling his head with Type's scent and remembering.

"Fuck, you're perfect. Sex with you is the absolute fucking best, Type." he panted into Type's cheek, shuddering still and finding it even more difficult to stay away now that Type was clinging to him just as tightly.

Was this how he'd imagined things would be when he decided to come here? Of course not, but the way he saw it, this was so much better than what he'd honestly expected.

It could be the phenomenal sex, sure, but he was certain it was more than that. He told himself he'd rode Type one last time just to get that itch out of the way, get the answers he needed so he could finally leave the past where it belonged, but this - he honestly didn't think this was possible, especially after everything.

He looked down at Type and searched his face. The other man refused to look at him, and refused to acknowledge the fact that they already did it twice, and most-likely would do it again if Tharn would have his way.

It couldn't have been just him, couldn't have been the only one who felt this way after the first and second time they did it, but he guessed it was another matter they should discuss further.

Type said nothing but he grunted, hand balled into fist as he hit Tharn's shoulder blade with it. The action reminded him of how Type would retaliate when he was annoyed or embarrassed at something Tharn did, like a tiny kitten using his paws to fight back. It was utterly, utterly cute and god, he missed seeing it.

He missed being with Type, really.

"Are you planning on sexing me to death, asshole? Pull the fuck out now, for fuck's sake so I can clean up. Jeez." Type complained the moment after, hitting him again as if to prove his point. Tharn wanted to laugh but he felt like crying too, for some god-awful reason. He swallowed hard and sighed.

"I'm pulling out, I'm pulling out, there's no need to be angry. Wait, ahh, fuck, hold on,"

The noises Type made in answer prompted him to roll his hips up into Type again. "Damn it, Tharn, stop that!"

"Yes, yes, wait please," he breathed, stilling, despite Type's very obvious whine of protests. He wasn't planning on teasing, it was just that it felt so damn good being inside Type like this, enveloped in Type's warmth, his dick surrounded with the sticky evidence of his own pleasure.

It still took him a moment longer to do what he was asked, pulling out of Type as gently as he could manage it, groaning under his breath. Bt the action still made it impossibly difficult for him not to notice the way Type's insides clung to his retreating dick when he pulled away, the action was both surprising and familiar he was lifting up so he could cup Type's cheek and kissing him one more time just because he couldn't help it.

This time, Type kissed back as if he couldn't help it either, and that's it. It was enough to convince him that whatever crap he had planned to get back on Type before coming here had all but vanished now, and in its place, something he wished he could have done sooner. Talking things out and making things right, at least once they've straightened out what needed to be fixed, and to start over together.