the mafia

the kiss

Type was on a sofa bed in a secluded spot. His back was to the wall, his leg was bend up a bit, his other was over the couch with his foot to the floor.
Type had his arm to his knee, hand down away from him, flicking his finger nails together.
In his other hand, he had his book opened wide peering his eyes down reading.
Then he heard foot steps. Looking up his eyes widen. Tharn kept walking to then sit himself on the other side of type looking at him.
Type didn't move his position. He kept his eyes forward.
Then with a deep sign he took his eyes back to his book.
Just ignore him.
Type couldn't fully concentrate, tharn kept his eyes on him.
Soon he darted his eyes from his face to the book, back and forth.
Type got frustrated when he didn't leave.
Taking a big inhale, he closed his book putting it to the side of him.
Then he put his one leg down to shift his body forward, body slightly bent with his hands cupped together in front of him to sit on the edge of the couch.
"Is there something you want?"
Tharn gave a smirk then copied types position.
He kept his eyes on him.
"Just want to talk."
"I have nothing to talk to you about."
Tharns eyes narrowed.
"Do you really like my father?"
Type flichened. He closed his eyes taking deep breathes.
"I really don't want to discuss this with you."
Tharn Then shifted his body slightly to type. Type leaned away.
He then shifted tactics.
"Mmm have...you've ever kissed anyone?"
Types lips parted and he leaned his body up to look at tharn in shock he would ask him that.
"What's wrong with you? Why would you ask me that?"
Tharn copied his position to match types then shrugged.
"Well that day After i made you.."
His sentance Hung in the air has type put his hand over his mouth.
Type looked around then back to him with furrowed eye brows in anger.
"Shut up!"
Tharn smiled under types hand. Then he took his tongue out to lick his palm.
Type took his hand back in disgust rubbing it on his pants.
"Eeew what are you 5 years old?!"
Tharns eyes narrowed, he gritted his teeth for what he was about to say.
He then put on arm behind him and brought his other to his lap leaning his head slightly to types ear.
"If you want, i can show you how to kiss so you can impress my father."
Type froze.
His hands were too his sides, palms face down on his pants. He gulped. Then he looked to tharn who leaned his head back to give type a serious expression.
Types eyes narrowed.
"Why are you doing this?"
He shrugged.
"Just trying to help out the virgin."
Types eyes went wide, he chewed his inner cheek.
Tharn leaned his head back in astonishment. His theory was correct.
"Oh my god? Are you really a."
Type shot him a dark look. Tharn looked down.
Type then looked forward shaking his head.
Today is a fucking horriable day.
First tharn knows i like His father and second he now knows im a virgin. Fuck!
Tharn looked back up to see a distressed type.
Without thinking he leaned his head to his neck giving it a kiss.
Type leaned his body away putting his hand up to where he kissed, looking at him with shock.
Tharn leaned slightly back.
"Do you want to impress him or not? I can teach you."
Types lips parted.
Why was tharn doing this? He couldn't be serious, could he?
Type looked down leaning slightly up giving it some thought.
He also put his hand back down to his pants.
Could type do this? He did want to impress akira if and when he could make his move. However, this was tharn. Akiras son, types enemy for the last 6 year's. How many people has he done this with?
Tharn watched has type was deep in thought.
Not being the patient type, he brought his hand up to place it on types chin pulling it to his face.
They both glared at each other.
Tharn then started to rub his chin with his thumb looking at him with eyes partly closed.
Types lips parted, his heart raced.
Could he do this?
They stayed like that for a moment then tharn  opened his mouth.
"The feeling your experiencing now is what you should make the other person feel."
Types eyes started to blink rapidly.
Then they narrowed.
Tharn kept his eyes partly opened to lean his lips to types.
His eyes widen.
Then they closed.
They didn't move. Type couldnt believe his first kiss was tharn.
Slowly tharn leaned his head back.
He then took his hand down to wrap it Around his neck.
Type stayed still, taking deep breathes. Then his eyes opened to look at tharn.
"Now i want you to open your mouth."
Type flinched.
"Why?".
"So i can put my tongue in."
Types eyes Widen. He had heard about French kissing and saw men with women on the streets do it, but why would you want someones else's tongue in your mouth?
Making a disgusted face tharn leaned slightly forward.
"Don't you want his tongue in your mouth?"
Type looked up, lips parted.
This was just wrong. Tharn was preparing type for akira.
"Uuumm"
However his ears turned red at the thought.
Tharn seeing that leaned further to type to rub his bottom lip to his.
Types mind started to go.
His lips parted and his eyes closed.
Tharn took out his tongue to lick types upper.
Type gulped.
Tharn put his forehead to his.
"Take your tongue out."
He compiled feeling weird.
Slowly he took out his tongue.
Tharn kept his eyes opened to look down.
He then took his tongue out to, with the tip, to lick types.
Types body twitched in excitement.
However, he put his tongue back in, squeezing his eyes tighter.
His mind worked at half pace.
This is so wrong type but why did he want more.
"Good. Now open your mouth again and try to follow what i do."
Types mind left and his body moved on its own. He was getting swept away.
Compiling he slowly, shakily parted his lips.
Tharn smirked then closed his eyes, pulling his neck to his mouth..
He put his tongue fully into types mouth. Types body leaned slightly up from the action to breathe in deep.
Types tongue stayed flat at first but he felt tharns on top then it started to swirl around his.
He then tried to mimic the action.
Tharns eye brow rose. Type wasent bad at this.
They sat there weaving and moving there tongues around in types mouth.
Type was getting excited.
Tharns tongue was slick and slippery on top of his.
It felt so good.
They both let soft moans breathe there way in.
Soft moans and wet sounds echoed the room.
Types hands laid limply to his lap.
He started to take one shakily up to try and place it on Tharns chest but it froze in the air.
Types eyes opened wide when he could hear foot steps and chatter from a distance.
His mind came back.
Bringing both his hands up he pushed tharn away.
Tharn let go of types neck to look at him with narrowed angry eyes.
Then his facial expression softened when he saw type stand up looking suspically down the hall.
Tharn just sat there listening.
No one came to.Them but type breathed out in relief.
Damn it. Why did you let him do that?
With his body he turned around to lean to the couch grabbing his book to leave.
Only taking a few steps tharn got up to put his back on types, putting his mouth to his ear.
"You need some practice. We cant do this again in public like this. I'm usually in my room at 7 for an hour."
Then he licked types ear lobe teasily.
Type elbowed him in the ribs.
He leaned back.
"Piss off!"
Then he left, hanging his head.
Why are you hard and why do you want to do that again?