TharnType Chp 45: Love in the Night

Chp 45: Love in the Night

This late at night the sky was pitch black, and only the pale moonlight filtering through the open window illuminated the men on the bed. One straddled the other, still and quiet in the heat of the night.

"Let's do it," Type whispered, languorously rolling his bare lower half over Tharn's clothed hips.

Tharn's eyes never left Type's shadowed face. "Techno is right over there..."

Techno was sleeping on the couch at the foot of the bed, seemingly dead to the world in the manner that most drunks get, but no one could guarantee that he wouldn't wake up during the night.

"I don't care," Type pressed more firmly against Tharn. "Take me, please, I want it..."

With a gasp Type felt the rough seam of Tharn's jeans press into his cock. "Bastard, fuck me, I need it-"

Tharn smirked as Type writhed above him. The man could say he hated gays all he liked, but Type's body often said otherwise. Especially if he woke up in the night, Type didn't seem to mind a man's hands on him at all, craving the rough pleasure that was even better in reality than in his dreams.

"C'mon, harder Tharn.... faster!" Type narrowed his eyes to glare at Tharn, but it only caused Tharn to chuckle at the younger man's eagerness.

Without a word, Tharn slowly dragged his hands up from their perch on Type's soft thighs to rub around his waist. Tangling in the hem of Type's shirt, Tharn stretched to drag the clothing up and off. Type took the opportunity to unbutton Tharn's pants, lifting off his hips only long enough for Tharn to wiggle out of them.

With a huff Tharn fell back to the bed, and Type followed him down, mouths beginning to search for each other. Hot kisses were pressed against each other's lips, tongues licking and teeth biting to get as close as possible. Both men flinched as Type's hand made its way back towards their crotches, but neither broke the wet kiss.

"I love the way you use your tongue," Type panted. Type pulled back for a moment, and let his mouth loll open, an invitation Tharn couldn't resist. With one large hand cradling the back of Type's head, Tharn licked his way back into Type's hot mouth.

"Good." Tharn slid his other hand down between their torsos to pull and rub at their cocks. The hand tangled in Type's hair quickly followed, but nudged down between Type's legs to fondle the southerner's balls.

After several moments of swallowing down Type's gasps and groans, Tharn's roving hands moved back up to pinch at Type's nipples. He loved to abuse the little pink nubs, and with each pinch he could feel Type arch against him. Type's head rolled back, as his body instinctually began to roll and press closer to Tharn's.

Tharn slid his hands across Type's chest and scratched down Type's back. Slowly, Tharn pressed wet kisses and bites down Type's jaw and neck, making his way down towards those little hard nubs he loved so much. Tharn licked a trail down Type's chest, and blew a puff of cool air back upwards that sent a shiver through Type's whole body.

Type could never believe just how much pleasure Tharn could bring him: he was ruined for anyone else. In a haze, Type barely heard Tharn when he spoke.

"Hey," Tharn reached for Type's limp hands and guided them south. "Jerk me too, hmn?"

All Type could do was pant as Tharn returned to slurping on his chest, and try to will his fingers to move in some kind of rhythm. Tharn's big cock in his hand was stiff and twitching. Type leaned back slightly so that he could see between their bodies as their cocks rubbed lewdly together.

A tap to the inside of his thighs made Type glance back up at his boyfriend.

"Spread your thighs wider."