swords men

feeling conflicted

Going home before tharn woke up, type took a very long and hot shower to be feeling very confused and conflicted about what happened.
Type after a period stood to the shower to be eyeing the floor to think and a lot. Getting cold, type snapped out of it to then get out to go about to stand in front of his mirror to then widen his eyes to part his lips, he moved his hand to to rub his neck to make a hard face.
There was slight bruising and bite marks to either side.
Type shook and quivered for a moment to then take his hand away to place his head over the sink to then wash his face, to then place his hands to either side of the sink to continue to eye down. So many things were going on in his mind. Things that tharn said to him, things his father said to him and did.
Type flexed his jaw to turn to go straight to his bed to spend half the day laying down, getting up late, he ate what he could, to then be downstairs, without his phone, to be punching a bag and hard, type was full of rage, confliction, confusment with so may other emotions.
Type started to hit the bag even harder to then jump to step back to breathe and hard.
Tharn with his back to the wall, had his arms wrapped about himself to be eyeing this with no emotion.
"Am I, the punching bag?"
Type looked tharn over to then look to the bag, he didn't really know what to say.
"Go..... Away tharn. Not suppose to be here."
Type started to hit the bag and hard for tharn to grit his teeth to then step to him. Tharn stood there for a moment to continue to eye.
"You....... Weren't there this morning."
Type rolled his eyes to keep hitting.
Tharn darted his eyes over him.
"Do you want me to go away?"
Type signed has he punched to give a stiff nod.
Tharn took in a deep breathe to then step to type to grab him to place him to the punching bag, to give him a pocket knife to place to his throat to give type a very hard, emotionless expression.
"Make me go away then."
Types lips parted to look over tharn confused to then eye the pocket knife he held that tharn gave him to shutter for it to drop to the ground for type to eye it to then look right back at tharn.
"Are you crazy!?"
Tharn raised an eye brow.
"You and I are both a bit crazy."
Tharn then looked over type to eye his neck to he some what relieved, he didn't see what he had done, to then look back at type, to quickly move his shorts down for type to eye down bewildered to then be lifted up, to wrap his arms about tharn.
"What are you doing!?"
"Hold on."
Tharn then placed his hand to his pants to take out his hardened cock to then place it in, to crush his mouth to his to fuck type and hard against the punching bag.
Type soon moved his tongue out to turn his head to moan to eye about to grasp at tharns back has he was being fucked and hard.
"Aaaah tharn......mmmm.....we can't be doing this! Not......nnnn..... Here! You know that!"
Tharn kept thrusting nice and deep to move a hand to types face to turn his head for them to go into another tight tongue filled kiss.
Cumming equally, the two had to go about and slow to go to types room where tharn grabbed type by the wrist to pull him to the bathroom.
Type looked to tharn confused.
"What are you doing?"
"Shower."
Type rolled his eyes.
"I took one this morning."
"I haven't. We need to wash yesterday away."
Type signed to continued to be pulled, for tharn to undress type, except for his shirt, to do the same for himself to pull type in.
Type with his body pressed to tharns felt the cooling Luke warm water splash against his skin to then feel tharn with soap in hand, to move it about his body, for tharn to move the soap to to the widen his eyes for the soap to be squeezed out of his hands, type then looked down to eye that to then bend over to retrieve to then start to laugh a bit to himself.
"Wait..... I'm not suppose to bend in the....."
Before type could finish the joke, he turned a bit to look over tharn who was breathing hard to then move up with the soap in one hand to place it back to the area to then step to tharn who kept looking down.
"Tharn?"
Tharns face fell to slowly move his hand up to extend two fingers to types neck to see the light bruising to then move them to the side to place to one of the bite marks for type to turn his head to peer his eyes down to look over to sign.
"I...... Thought I...... Didn't...."
Type signed again to turn his head the other way.
"It's....... Called make up. Couldn't really leave my room if I didn't wear.....mm......"
Type was taken back a bit has tharn wrapped his arms about him to sign.
"I'm..... Sorry......"
Type made a face to move his hands up to grip at his flesh a bit.
"I know."
Tharn took in a deep breathe to let him go to take a step back to eye over him to then get out of the shower, type watched confused, to then shut off the water, to go about to change his shirt quick, has he always had a spare, to place a towel about his mid section to go out to widen his eyes.
"Tharn? What are you doing?"
Tharn went back to the room to start to place on his clothes to place on his pants first to hang his head to eye down.
"I'm...... Going home."
Type scoffed to look angrily at tharn.
"So I'm just your whore then?"
Tharn stopped to shake his head .
"You know that's not it. "
Type took in a deep breathe to then step to tharn to place his hands to his head for the two to look to the other.
"Show me. Don't leave."
Type then did a very seductive thing, he watched in a movie, to take out his tongue to lick at tharns lips to move back to give a very erotic look for tharn to lose control, he picked up type, who wrapped his legs and arms about him, for the two to turn to go straight to bed.