Tharn and Type visits the Resort of Type's Dad in Phangan. Will it be a trip of a lifetime or the end of a loveline?
A story about love, lust, and trust.
A TharnType Fan Fiction.
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Type knew where things were going, the moment he locked his lips with Tharn. He was Tharn's
"I've always wanted you Type", Tharn whispered at the back of Type's ears sending chills down Type's body.
Type braced his forearms on the wall, dropping his head forward.
Droplets of water streamed from his damp hair down to his back, outlining his soft skin. Looking at Type so seductive and so vulnerable stirred Tharn more, his member throbbing, wanting to enter Type badly.
But Tharn new that Type likes it gentle, Tharn knew how to please Type the most, after all it wasn't their first time
Tharn then smiled and began kissing Type's nape. Type's head fell back as Tharn's mouth descended on the long line of his neck. He whined softly.
Seeing Type's reaction, a smirk curved on Tharn's lips. He then took his member into his his hand and started pumping slowly, "I've always wanted to fuck you like this ever since I first tasted you"
Type almost whimpered. He bit his lips so as not to moan and give in to Tharn's seduction
"Sat Tharn"
Type vision partly dimmed and fogged up. He could feel his own body betraying him as his own erection grew larger by the minute
"Do you want this Type?" Tharn was still pumping rigorously, "I know what your body wants, better than you do. It craves to be touched, to be satisfied. I want you in my mouth, I want to feel the pull of your sweet ass wrapped around my fingers. Do you want that Type"
Under the trance of Tharn's whispers, Type could no longer think straight, it was like he was caught in a trance. Type's back arched against the bathroom wall and his hips moved as if searching for some relief from this pain.
"Nnn..Mhmm"
"Beg for it, Type, beg for it." Tharn's tone was no longer calm but had a hint of tension
Type lost it, the clear frustration was shown in each jerk of his body, yearning for Tharn's touch, his ass pushing back searching for warmth and satisfaction
"I-P-please"
"Please what?"
Type needed relief, it was just too much to handle, his body was on fire
"Please...Please fuck me." Hiding his blushing face by facing the bathroom wall
"Good boy"
Type slowly opened his thighs like an invitation. An invitation Tharn could not refuse.
Tharn then nibbled on Type's ears, sucking and biting on his lover's skin.
Tharn then inserted one finger down Type's hole, Type's hands clenched into fists as he felt the pain of his skin stretching
