ROYALE

Chapter 11

A/N:
I'm hurting because of my own story....
Please strengthen me 🥺

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Type was the first one who got himself together first after losing to Tharn's mind-blowing kisses.

He never got a chance to have a girlfriend all his life until Tharn was given to him as his partner. Tharn was definitely Type's first kiss.

While Type was in no way Tharn's first kiss. Of course Tharn would be a good kisser after being in a relationship with his 4-year lover.

Is this how he kissed Puifai? The imagination entered his mind as Tharn chased his lips.

The kisses Tharn gave him just now were incredible. So unbelievably passionate even all his body parts reacted to them.

But it was not good for his rational mind. Type thought he would go insane if he let them shared more kisses.

Type almost forgot that they were practicing the dance for tomorrow. And the King only wanted to achieve one thing; intimacy.

A wave of disappointment hit Tharn hard when Type pulled off from his lips. He even missed Type's plump lips already the second they parted.

Tharn needed more of it, even more— he needed them to touch, any skin contact didn't matter even if it was only their fingers that were connecting.

The moment he lost the connection between their lips, Tharn held on Type even tighter. He didn't want to let go yet.

He looked at Type with lost look as if he hadn't done dreaming yet. The kisses were sweet, so sweet that maybe the Type's kiss was the only sweet thing he liked. He would even trade his morning coffee with his spouse's kisses.

Tharn was staring at the other guy with longing eyes when Type gave him a thin smile before saying, "Practice makes perfect."

Tharn was even more confused of what Type was implying.

Type now had pulled himself away from Tharn as well. Their bodies which were pressing against one another were now separated with enough distance that rendered Tharn desprately wanted to make them closer again.

All his body were screaming for another series of intimacy when Type decided to walk passed him and sat on the bed. Tharn's eyes had been following Type, and he saw Type tapped his hand on the bed. On the empty space where Tharn usually slept on.

"Tomorrow's going to be tough for us. But let's show them our best." Type uttered, "Let's call it a day for now, Tharn," He once again tapped the empty space next to him, inviting Tharn to sleep.

Did he... did he think that.... Tharn walked faster towards the bed, "Type, I...." His voice was cracked. He had to clear his throat but nothing came out from his mouth. He turned mute since he couldn't convey what he truly wanted in words.

"Yes?" Type looked at him with calm eyes, waiting for the other guy to finish his sentence.

The tip of Tharn's tongue felt numb. He had to say something. He was desprate to clear whatever Type was thinking about right now. But Tharn was even more confused.

If what he meant was not what Type was thinking, then, what was it?

What did it mean to him? What would it mean to them?

He looked deeper into Type's eyes with the poor lighting in the room. After a long silence, Tharn shook his head weakly and got himself climbed onto the empty space next to Type.

After assuring himself that Tharn would be sleeping next to him, Type lied his back and tilted his head to Tharn's direction, "Sweet dreams, Tharn."