What if Tharn suddenly became straight and said, "Type, I'm not gay anymore," and it is something Type wouldn't expect to hear from Tharn? Type still wouldn't believe that and would seek a reason behind it.
Warning: Includes scenes of being buried a...
I'm excited to present this special chapter of TharnType: When Colors Are Gone! In this unique addition, you’ll discover a playful twist as Tharn and Type explore some amusing scenarios.
Ever wondered what would happen if there were a spicy flavor of... well, something unexpected? Dive into this chapter to see how Tharn and Type tackle this quirky idea and more!
As always, reader discretion is advised for mature content.
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Tharn’s hands moved down Type’s body with purpose, feeling the heat of his skin as he gripped him firmly. He leaned in closer, his lips grazing Type’s neck before trailing down his chest, leaving wet kisses that made Type shiver. Tharn’s breath was hot and ragged against Type’s skin, and Type could feel the urgency building between them.
“Fuck, you’re so damn sexy,” Tharn murmured, his voice low and rough. He grabbed Type’s hips, pulling him closer, their bodies pressed tightly together. Type’s breath hitched, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him as Tharn’s touch became more insistent.
“Don’t tease me,” Type breathed out, his voice trembling with a mix of frustration and need. “Just fuck me already, idiot.”
Tharn smirked, his eyes dark with lust as he flipped Type over, positioning himself behind him. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Type’s ear as he whispered, “You asked for it.” Without hesitation, Tharn pushed into him, drawing a sharp gasp from Type as their bodies connected.
The room filled with the sound of their breathing, heavy and fast, mixed with the creaking of the bed beneath them. Tharn’s pace was relentless, his hands gripping Type’s hips tightly as he thrust into him with increasing intensity. Type’s moans grew louder, his back arching as he met Tharn’s movements, his body craving more.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Tharn groaned, his voice strained as he kept up the rhythm. He reached around, his hand wrapping around Type’s length, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Type’s breath hitched, his body trembling as the pleasure intensified, pushing him closer to the edge.
“Tharn… I’m gonna—” Type gasped, his words cut off by a cry of pleasure as he came, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. Tharn wasn’t far behind, his movements becoming erratic as he reached his own climax, groaning Type’s name as he spilled into him.
