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Type sat on the edge of his bed, bouncing his leg in frustration and chewing the inside of his cheek. His brain was on the verge of splitting from all the brainstorming about what gift to give Tharn on his birthday—which, to his horror, began no later than 12 midnight. He wanted to make sure it was something even better than last year (the box of condoms), and it should definitely make Tharn happier than he was on Type's birthday—when Tharn gifted him a pair of Nike studs, took him on a date, and even took the entire day off just to make it special.
Type wasn't toxic about it, but he was non-toxically competitive—so this wasn't just a gift anymore. This was a challenge.
After hours of brain-racking, he finally came up with a great idea.
Tharn, indisputably, would be more than glad if the gift came in bed. However, this also implied that Type would have to be completely submissive and set aside every last shred of pride for the moment.
With a deep, confirming breath, Type tapped open the online shopping app, added all the necessary items to his cart, and placed the order.
The package arrived by evening. Holding it in his hands, his mind filled with images of the dirtiest things Tharn could—and would—do with him, Type was edgy as hell. Tharn's long-lost wish was finally going to be fulfilled. He had expressed it once, but Type had callously shrugged it off at the time, saying he wasn't into it.
Type shoved the package under the bed the moment he heard the doorbell chime. It was Tharn, returning from band practice.
"Welcome home... h-hubby," Type mimicked a cute tone.
"What's got into you??" Tharn nearly choked, spilling water down his shirt.
"Coming home and not even greeting your boyfriend?" Type replied, now trying to pout and make a grumpy face.
Without saying another word, Type walked up to Tharn and wrapped his arms around his neck before pecking his damp lips. This was not usual behavior—but Tharn was definitely liking it. Letting the bag fall to the floor, he pulled Type closer by the waist, turning the soft peck into a hot, tongue-heavy battle for dominance.
Finally, Type broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Tharn's, who let out a breathy giggle.
"How I wish it was my birthday every day," Tharn sighed.
"...You know what you're wishing is impossible. And even if it happens, I'll be sick of acting sweet after the first hour," Type replied with a sarcastic smile.
Tharn chuckled hopelessly. Type was back to being his usual self.
Time Skip – Next Day
Type smiled the moment he woke up. His head lay comfortably on Tharn's muscular chest, their naked bodies snuggled close. He tilted his head up and looked adoringly at the man still asleep beside him. Last night had been great—but today, he'd make sure it was marvelous.
