Not Love At First Sight || TharnType

19. I Love You Pt 2

    Tharn smiled, pleased with himself, as he leaned forward placed his lips over the hole, sucking. Type moaned loudly, holding tighter on to the pillow. 

    He could feel Tharn’s tongue pushing against his hole, pushing harder and farther into him. He could also hear the sounds of slurping. He wished it didn’t make him so hot, but he couldn’t stop himself from biting into the pillow, trying his hardest to not be too loud. 

    “P-Please.” He begged. He didn’t have to say anything else because Tharn knew what he wanted, but he wasn’t going to give it to him just yet. 

    Tharn pulled back, rubbing his thumb against the opening. Tharn used his other hand to caress his body. “Do you have lube?” He questioned. 

    Type shook his head but pointed to the bedside table. “There’s coconut oil i-in the draw.” 

    Tharn nodded and quickly got it out, opening it and coating his fingers with it, making them nice and slippery. He closed the container and moved back to rubbing his fingers against Type’s hole, before pushing his index finger in slowly. 

    Type gasped and let out a slightly pained groan. Tharn’s long, slender finger entered him with content. It was enclosed in warmth and Tharn couldn’t help but whimper. He wanted nothing more than to enter him now and give him his everything, but he had to wait. He had to show him how good it really can be. How good it truly feels. 

    He slowly withdrew his finger to the tip before pushing it again. He did this a few more times before picking up the pace. Type’s breathing was erratic and he was a moaning mess, not able to coherently say anything. 

    Tharn pushed in another finger, not slowing the pace. He lifted Type’s waist, wrapping his hand around the hard member that was hot and untouched. He moved his hands in time with one another. 

    Type was already so close. The stimulation made it hard to stop himself. He let out a loud moan as he released into Tharn’s hand and onto the sheets. Tharn smirked, not stopping his movements until Type stopped his shaking. 

    “That was quick.” He said slowly withdrawing his fingers from Type’s hole, standing up. 

    Type was breathing heavily as he turned around to lay on his back. He pushed himself up a little, smiling as well. “I-I want you.” He whispered. 

    Tharn shook his head. “Rest. We’ll continue later.” He said pulling the cover off of the bed, discarding it to the floor. 

     Type shook his head and stood up, grabbing Tharn by the shoulders. He pulled him closer until their bodies were practically one. “It’s not over until I say it’s over.” He said before pushing Tharn to lay on the bed.

    Type climbed on top of him, straddling his waist.

    Tharn smiled and shook his head, placing his hands onto Type’s waist. “I won’t be able to hold back.” He admitted. 

    “Then don’t.” Type said with a smirk. His hands rubbed up and down Tharn’s chest, surprisingly attracted to the lines that his fingers traced. “I want to ride you.” 

    Tharn’s eyes opened wide, never thinking he would ever hear him say that. 

    Type reached behind him, feeling Tharn’s member, hard and pressing into him, needily. He wrapped his hand around it, giving it a few pumps. Tharn let out a soft moan and gripped Type’s waist tightly. 

    Type led Tharn’s member to his hole, feeling it press against it. They had only had sex once, so in no way was Type prepared enough to take him with no pain. They didn’t have any condoms. That had a small jar of coconut oil, but Type wanted this now. He needed this now. There was no way he was going to reach over and get it. 

    He lifted himself slowly, placing Tharn’s member underneath him before slowly lowering himself onto it. 

    Tharn groaned as he became enveloped into the warm cavity as Type pushed farther. His eyes were squeezed shut, trying his hardest to not show Tharn how much it hurt him. He knew Tharn would try and stop him if he did.

    When Tharn was all the way in, Type took a few deep breaths. “It’s okay. Just relax.” Tharn said quietly, reaching up to caress his cheek. 

    “Damn. I really should have gotten the lube.” He said with a small, breathy chuckle. Tharn laughed and nodded his head. 

    They sat there for a few more moments before Type began to slowly roll his hips. Tharn’s breath was caught in his throat and he moaned as Type picked up the pace. 

    Something about having Tharn inside him made him feel complete. He didn’t feel hatred towards him anymore. He felt loved and he felt good. And at that moment, with Tharn inside of him, moaning underneath him, he wasn’t thinking of what happened to him when he was younger. He wasn’t thinking about Max. He was thinking about how good he felt with Tharn, and that maybe having him in his future would make him the happiest person on earth. 

    As the tip of Tharn’s member rubbed against his prostate, Type grabbed at Tharn’s chest, throwing his head back with a moan. 

    Tharn, who was doing his best to hold himself together and not roll them over to take him as hard as he wanted, couldn’t believe his eyes. Type. Type was above him, bringing pleasure to both of them. 

    Everything Tharn was trying to hold back busted through the walls. He rolled them over, still in Type who was back to breathing erratically. 

    He pulled Type’s legs up to give him a better angle before quickly thrusting into Type’s hole, hitting his prostate over and over again.

    Type grabbed and scratched at Tharn’s shoulders and back, moaning and groaning loudly. He had to use one hand to cover his mouth, afraid that people two floors down may even hear him. Tharn couldn’t help but love the way Type was looking at that moment. 

    His hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat. His face was contorted into a look of pleasure and a hint of pain. 

    Tharn felt something rising inside his stomach. He moved his hips faster, pulling him closer to his release. 

    Type hadn’t even realized that Tharn was close until he felt the warm liquid release inside of him. Tharn let out a groan as he gave a few more thrusts before collapsing on top of Type.

    “I love you.” Tharn whispered, pushing his face into the crook of Type’s neck. 

    Type smiled and caressed his head. “I love you too.”

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