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Type sat on the edge of his bed, bouncing his leg in frustration and chewing his inner cheek. his brain was on the verge of splitting from the brainstorming about what gift to give to Tharn on his birthday, which happened to start no later than 12 midnight. He wanted to make sure that it was something even better than the previous one (the box of condoms) and it should supposedly make Tharn happier than he did on Type's birthday by gifting him a pair of Nike studs and taking him on a date and not to mention that Tharn had taken the entire day off to spend with type to make his day special. Type was non-toxically competitive thus what he had in mind sounded more like a challenge than a present.
after hours of brain-racking, he finally came up with a great idea. Tharn, indisputably, would be more than glad if the gift was in bed. however, this also implied that he ought to be completely submissive and swat away any strand of pride for the moment. with a deep, confirming breath type tapped open the online shopping app and added his requirements to the cart, before confirming the purchase.
The things were received by evening. the package in his hands and the images of the dirtiest Tharn could do with him in his mind, had him edgy as hell. Tharn's long-lost wish was going to be fulfilled at last. Tharn had expressed it once but Type callously shrugged it off, saying that he was not into it.
Type hid the package under the bed as soon as he heard the doorbell dinge, it was tharn who had returned from the band practice.
"Welcome home... H-Hubby" type mimicked a cute tone.
"what's got into you??" tharn spilled all the water he had choked on.
"coming home and not even greeting your boyfriend" this time he tried making a grumpy face.
not saying any further, Type walked up to tharn and wrapped his hands around his neck, before pecking the wet lips. this was not at all usual but Tharn was liking it. not caring about the bag, he let it fall and pulled type closer by the waist turning the light peck into a hot and passionate battle of tongues. Finally, type disconnected and placed his forehead against Tharn's who gave out a breathy giggle.
"How I wish it was my birthday every day"
"....you know what you are wishing is impossible and even If it happens, I am going to be sick of acting sweet just the next hour " type replied with a sarcastic smile.
tharn chuckled, hoplessly. type was back to being his usual self.
_____________________time skip- next day________________________________________
Type instantly smiled upon waking up, his head laid comfortably on tharn's muscular chest, while the rest of their naked bodies snuggled against each other. he tilted his head up and looked adoringly at the asleep man, remembering the activity last night which was great, but today he would make sure that it would be marvelous. today was an off day. type discreetly moved his body upwards to place a featherlight kiss on tharn's forehead, making sure not to wake him up.
