TharnType: 7 years of love ONE SHOTS

Episode 4: Just making sure

*THANOS VOICE* "Fine, I'll do it myself."

18+ ONLY! Read at your own risk! 

Type looked down at Tharn and then at his phone suspiciously. His fingers sifted through Tharn's soft hair absently. His other hand was being held and caressed gently by Tharn's hand as he focused on the movie they were watching. 

Type, on the other hand, could barely focus. All he could think about was that Tharn was probably talking to that girl from the jewelry store. Was she on his Instagram? How did she even find him? Did he give her his ID? Ai asshole, you're too damn charming. One smile from you and her panties probably melted in the middle of the mall. 

Type frowned down at Tharn and his fingers stopped their motion. Tharn turned his head to look at him as he felt the ominous aura of Type's anger. 

"What's wrong?" Tharn asked with a frown. 

Type held onto his jaw strongly, his eyes searching his for any deceit. "Ai Tharn, are you sure you're gay and not bi?"

Tharn held onto Type's wrist to urge him to ease his grip. "What?" he laughed. His eyes sparkled with mischief. 

Type did not smile back. His eyes were dead serious. "Are you sure you're gay?" 

Tharn held onto Type's nape and pressed down on it until Type's face was a few inches from his. "Yes, I'm one hundred percent sure I'm gay. Do you want me to show you?" His eyes glanced at Type's and then stared at his lips. When he looked back, Type's breath caught in his throat at the fire in his eyes. Eyes that were telling him his quiet night watching a movie was about to be blown all to hell. 

Tharn leaned forward as if in slow motion and Type was frozen as if he had lost all control over his own body. He just looked on as Tharn's lips met his. His tongue coming out to stroke his bottom lip and then biting in punishment. 

Tharn sat up and pushed Type back on the couch. His veiny hand wrapped around Type's throat and stayed there while his thumb stroked his beating pulse. Type's lips dried and he swallowed as Tharn watched him like an animal about to pounce. 

"I told you before. I tried to be with a girl and it didn't work. It was like kissing a piece of cardboard. Not like kissing you." Tharn gazed into Type's eyes and then looked down at his hand and the flush that was spreading from his face downward. Down until it disappeared beneath his shirt. "You're addictive."

Type's hands rose to frame Tharn's face. He gave Tharn a dark look. "Good. I better not have to fight girls because of you, too." 

Tharn chuckled. He brought his face closer until his nose touched Type's, their lips close to touching. "But I want you to fight for me" he sucked on Type's bottom lip gently his lips leaving a trail of saliva as he pulled back. "Just like I fight for you."

Type's chest was rising and falling faster now and his hands were now stuck on Tharn's shoulder. The TV prattled on in the background as Tharn grabbed onto his hands and raised them to take Type's shirt off. Type mindlessly helped Tharn take off his shirt and pajama pants. Type's shorts and boxers hit the floor and then Tharn was on him. 

Their naked chest rubbed and stuck together as Tharn did his best to maul Type's neck. His white teeth biting and lips sucking and soothing the bites. His lips traveled all over Type's face, his sensitive ears and behind, driving him to thrust up against Tharn. 

Type's eyes were closed and he was all sensation as Tharn's strong hands traced and touched him all over. Down his waist, to his hips and thighs and then back up to grip his ass tightly as he ground down on him. Type spread his legs and wrapped them tight around Tharn's waist. His feet pushed down at his boxers until his erect cock sprung out and rubbed against his, eliciting groans from both of them.