GREAT AROUSALS (THARNTYPE ONE-SHOTS 18+)

MY BF'S WEDDING PART2

type's pov

when the priest said "...........If any of you has a reason why these two should not be married, speak now, or forever hold your peace." I looked at tharn through the corner of my eyes wishing that if he could carry me away just at that very moment. nonetheless, I knew that it wasn't possible. tharn got up from his place "is he coming to me? Is he really gonna carry me away? No no it's too dangerous.." I thought to myself. But tharn quickly-paced outside the venue towards the washroom I guess. Suddenly many negative thoughts flooded my mind "what if he hurts himself? What if he commits suicide?" tears brimmed my own eyes even though I believed that nothing was left in my eyes after I cried the previous day in tharn's embrace.

I dropped the ring in my hand while my legs followed the trail tharn's tears had left behind.

The washroom door was open and I peeked through the tiled wall adjacent to the door. Oh no tharn!! He was crying uncontrollably tears couldn't stop streaming down my face. I turned my face to rest my head against the wall and I covered my mouth with my hand to prevent escape of any noise. I couldn't see tharn in this state anymore I could very clearly feel his pain and it hurt like hell .

Author's pov

Everyone looks at type in awe as he abruptly leaves in the direction of the washroom. Puifai was smart enough to grasp the condition she said ;"well my husband has been quite sick since today morning I assume his condition worsened right now...I guess he'll be back in a few minutes" the tongues of the guests was already set wagging. Type's father got up from the his seat and proclaimed "since the groom had some urgency I guess we all can wait for some time". Everyone was quite now.

While in the washroom Type walks up to tharn and pulls him into one of the stalls. Tharn's blood shot eyes start tearing even more seeing type infront of him, type too was in the same state. Tharn cupped type's face and started rubbing away type's tears ,his chin quivered and he spoke "type don't cry baby" . type couldn't hold back he leaned forward and attached his lips to tharn's both stated kissing as if there was no tomorrow Weaving and woving their heads back and forth devouring each other but tears never left their eyes. suddenly tharn pushed type back placing his hands on his chest. Type's face gave a confused look. "type you shouldn't be doing this ,we may fall in trouble" ; "I don't care tharn ,I can't see you like this anymore", type said removing tharn's hand from his chest. "but.." tharn was cut off when type jumped to wrap his legs around his waist. Both were again engrossed in kissing.they were moaning each other's name in their mouths. "tharn I love you", "type I love you too". Type unbuttoned tharn's shirt and started kissing further his neck, his muscular chest and his abs tharn was groaning uncontrollably . "type please don't do this to me..."fresh tears fell when he thought that this would be the last time he would be touching type. "tharn I'll give myself only to you or no one..." . type jumped down for a second to remove his coat, tharn helped him unbutton his shirt and brought his underpants and pants together down to his ankle and finally it flew on the door of the stall. Tharn gave his usual hitched breath and wide eyed look when type's erection sprang free. while tharn himself was displaying his mighty cock as type had helped him with the pants. Type jumped back and his long slender legs took their place around tharn's waist. Type's arms were looped around tharn's neck one hand threaded with tharn's soft black hair while the other caressing his nape ; tharn's both hands were on type's thighs near his ass supporting type from below. Their lips were on each other kissing roughly but deeply and sincerely letting their insecurities show through it. Both couldn't stop their tears thinking they were gonna miss this . type whimpered between the kiss "tharn I want you in...", "but type it will hurt" tharn said exhibiting expected concern "less than my heart..and you are already lubed enough by your precum" type gave out a chuckle. Without saying a word further tharn entered his length in its favourite place -type's hole. if tharn could, he would never remove his cock from type's hole.

Type arched his back at that sudden pleasurably action and leaned his head upwards aligning his chin with tharn's lips giving him access to kiss it but tharn went further leaving hickeys and love bites up to type's brown buds. Type let out a moan indicating that he had adjusted himself. Tharn caught his pace within a second and was pounding hard and continuously on type's prostate. Each skillful thrust made type closer to his climax and so was tharn. Type was releasing high pitched moans of tharn's name without the fear of being caught as if he couldn't be with tharn then death was the best and the only option. Tharn had a similar thought going on in his head and he said it out. "type, my love let die while inside you". Type was shocked at what he heard he broke the loop around tharn's neck, one hand gripping his shoulder while the other covering tharn's lips as if telling the just spoken sentence to return back from where it came. "tharn please don't say so. I will die before letting anything happen to you" freshly brewed tears rolled down their eyes. Tharn continued thrusting with twice the speed before making type moan his name uncontrollably. "type I mark you as forever mine", "please do" both of them said being just one thrust away from their climax. They both came in unison type's semen splattered all over his own stomach while tharn filled type with his white liquid. Type and tharn were in subspace after such great orgasm just when they heard the sound of gun shots and screams from the venue........

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Tbc..........  

a/n- *hehe* I was not able to write the whole thing today  but what I wrote wanted to break free from drafts so I gave it its independence.

 and please forgive the typos