Tharn Type Seven Years (Eng) Chapter 4

 

 

 "Wow, it's 11 o'clock, every time you go to your house, it takes so much time."

 

"Um."

 

The type that hangs the key on the hanger at the entrance, raises his head to look at the clock on the wall, finds the time to return later than expected, but this is also normal, because every time he goes to his boyfriend's house will be dragged away, have to keep people to eat and drink a game to return, not forcing them to stay overnight is already a compassionate family already, there is the most bizarre thing next to you now-Tharn .

 

Being peaceful, Tharn suddenly did not speak, nor did he notice other people.

 

Type in his heart said, turning his head to look at the wide back of his boyfriend, the opponent brought food from home to put in the fridge, the whole person seemed very unusual.

 

At home Tharn's parents were still normal, his face was still smiling, his only abnormal point was during those times he looked at him many times, and this kind of abnormal state from the time they boarded the car was to the climax.

 

Regardless of what he tells the other person, his perfect lover only "um ... um" deal with him, seemingly immersed in his own world, to the outside world. A little reaction also no.

 

Is it affected by the standard Mr. Thorn wants to get married?

 

Type in his heart said so, then sighed, together for 7 years, how could he not know his future boyfriend who thought deeply in his heart?

 

Especially for the relationship between the two of them, the opponent still thinks a lot, weighs a lot.

 

Seeing his second brother getting married, he definitely wants to get married too!

 

Type sat on the sofa, the same gaze fixed on the shadow of the person walking into the kitchen, watching the enemy bring all the food into the fridge, then opened his mouth and called, "Tharn."

 

Tharn turned, and did not answer.

 

"Come over here." Type just waved to him.

 

"What are you doing? I'm going to take a bath."

 

 

"Wait a little while shower." Type said, Tharn passing and stopping in front of him. Type disregarded by raising his hand to untie the opponent's belt.

 

Ba ... clicked, the key was opened.

 

"Type! I haven't showered yet!"

 

Tharn opened his mouth, wanting to hold his hand out, Type looked up, his deep eyes looking straight at him then ... licking his lips.

 

"It's okay, my husband's stuff, I don't hate it."

 

Normally, every time Type spoke like this, Tharn would immediately laugh, but this time the opponent did not say so, Type thought that the opponent had already accepted it, because the opponent's big hand had pulled together. Jeans and underwear down to the ankles.

 

Even though Tharn's lower body was naked, the place was still in a gloomy state. Although seeing Tharn now still has no desire, but for those who understand him 10 parts is the Type to say, how to arouse the beast in Tharn, he has a completely way.

 

Type did not hesitate to hold the opponent's object in his hand, slowly flowing, hot air circulating in his hand. The eyes constantly staring at the opponent, the desire of the person being watched also slowly aroused. Tharn could not suppress the flames of lust under his body, Type bowed his head aimed at the big place, his favorite tongue moved non-removable on the surface, even if the opponent had not showered, he did not mean to hate. . Completely immersed in the familiar body odor, the soft pale pink tip gently touches the long rough part, the movement on the hand is also rhythmically coordinated, the weak part of the man also slowly toughened up. Tharn's breathing in a moment became heavy, all his reaction was telling Type ... He had worked hard to coordinate.

 

 

 

I am very uncomfortable!

 

Type cursed under his breath. He sat on the sofa, using Tharn's lap, but he did very little for the opponent anyway, and soon he slid down to kneel before the opponent, his mouth still the same without leaving half a step, one hand. relentlessly playing, sucking mouth with long, hard, hot parts, slowly sucking into the depths of his mouth, muscles touching the pedicle, then slowly withdrawing, using sucking power ... body floating.

 

"Naughty, is my technique still good?" Type's lips left and asked, his atmosphere very agreeable, raising his head and raising his eyebrows at his one-week forbidden boyfriend. Tharn's low bass sounded: "Don't torment me anymore ..." If the opponent had begged him, Type could only suck the hot object in his mouth, and breathe in his ears. low, no matter how many years passed, Type still felt that this sound was unmatchedly sexy, his breathing sensation brought with it a strong fury like a wave.

 

Sound, taste, body odor, none of which did not make him fall in love with no way out, Type heavy sucking. Tharn held his head tightly, using his force to lower his body. Type one hand slid down to unlock the jeans, the other hand followed it down, both hands pulled the waistband to the bottom of the butt, followed by the panties, until the lower body was exposed in front of Tharn. The hard, flourishing object erected up, signifying its desire.

 

"Ba ... ba ... ba ...." Type relentlessly swallowed and released, his hands resting on his parts kept playing.

 

"Tharn, greasy gel ..." Type released his mouth, then continued to bow to the hot stuff, apparently trying to taste some delicious ice cream. Tharn leaned open the drawer beside the sofa, grabbing the tube for Type.

 

"I will help you." Tharn said.

 

"No ... I want to atone for you." Type immediately shook his head, pushed Tharn to sit on the sofa, according to himself, the mouth movement did not stop, on the contrary, using more strength, the ear transmitted to the uncontrollable breathing of Tharn, of course, he knew how to make the opponent unable to hold back. Type "click" to open a lubricating gel tube cap.

 

Its mother is so happy

 

Three three three three ...

 

"Why? No more leads me?" Tharn's cold voice rose from the bottom of his body. He could only feel Tharn's stabbing, primordial pleasure struck, especially when the heavy, heavy burnt steel rod struck him inside. Tharn's attacks made him experience relentless pleasure as if to destroy them all, making him feel happiness as if flying in the clouds seemed to forget everything.

 

The sound of bodies clashing together resounded in the room, Type gripped his boyfriend's shoulder blades, his buttocks worked up and down to take the opponent's fleshy sword into and out of his body, feeling the spirit of the low level. escape. The four sides were dim in one piece, but the whole room became hotter, the breathing of the two men became heavier, the level of the movements of the two people was too big, the sofa also moved, the real type. worry he will not be able to withstand the torment of two people that broke down.

 

"Tharn ... ah ... you ...." The type he wanted to scold couldn't help him.

 

The butt slabs that Tharn was holding in his hand were more convenient for him to spare, but he closed his eyes half-closed.

 

Three three three three ...

 

"Um ... ho ... ah ..." Tharn knew that Type was about to climax, so relentlessly attacked his pleasure point. The type was made to the point where his butt was constantly shivering, and soon his sperm filled his hands, and at the same time, Tharn also released all of it into the tight entrance behind him.

 

"Ho ... hu ... hu ..." The exhausted type lay flat beside his boyfriend, gasping for breath, sprawling on his limbs a little bit of his image did not exist either, he was really too tired. Tharn sat up and leaned on the back of the sofa, then turned and pulled some papers to give to Type, "Sorry, I shot inside."

 

"Um, I know you couldn't pull out the shot outside." Type did not pay attention to his words, took the paper, but suddenly heard Tharn saying, "So I'll take a shower first."

 

If normal, after love is complete, Tharn will definitely cling to Type for a while and then take a shower, but today Tharn is unusually want to take a shower first, after talking, pick up the person to go to the bathroom, leaving a he was lying there breathing heavily, type could not help raising his eyebrows.

 

"What is he finally angry at?" Type was filled with doubt, but could only sigh, leaning his head on the back of the sofa, then closed his eyes.

 

Tharn, you talk a little bit morally, men and men get married ... whatever you think is impossible.

 

Type knew in his heart what Tharn was thinking, but at the moment he had no other way, he could not meet Tharn's request.

 

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***

 

"Are you sleeping?"

 

By the time Type showered and walked out, the room was engulfed in a dark spot, only a vague figure could be seen lying on one side. Type could not help but sighed.

 

 

 

And this fake trick wants to rely on sleep to avoid the problem!

 

Of course, he wanted to sleep too, because he still had to work tomorrow, but he didn't want to leave the problem lying there unresolved. So Type went over to sit on the bed, then muttered to himself: "You and I have said it before, if there is a certain problem that must be said, do you forget it?"

 

"..."

 

Still pretending, still pretending to sleep.

 

"I don't know what you're thinking in the end, if you don't say it, I can't know forever."

 

"..."

 

Not even moving a bit.

 

"Tharn, even if I am smarter I am not a fair, how can I read all of what you are thinking?"

 

"... Go to sleep, it's too late."

 

If he was watching cartoons now, he would definitely see on the temples of Type's temple three symbols connected to each other, proving that he was very angry. His mother, saying half a day, Tharn only said one sentence ... sleep!

 

"Do you want to wake up and talk to me properly?" As hot tempered as Type said angrily, Tharn paused for a moment, turned over onto his back, his eyes were bright, and a little sleepy.

 

Tharn opened his mouth and said: "It is very late, tomorrow we all have to work, sleep."

 

"Tharn, let us speak clearly first and sleep!" Type's aura became tougher. Tharn also lifted himself up and leaned against the head of the bed, his mouth persistently saying: "I have nothing to say."

 

"..." Hearing Tharn say that, Type immediately choked on his words.

 

"No need to be like this, go to sleep, I don't have a problem." Type clearly knew the opponent had the heart in his heart, hearing that almost nearly flared up.

 

"No problem, no monkey! Do you think I'm stupid like that? You're my man, how can I not look at you abnormal? Thar, if you do not have a problem inside , surely you will not be this quiet. If you came home like this from mother, what do you want to say ... "

 

Type's words were still unfinished. Tharn interrupted him and said seriously: "I told you, you will agree with me?"

 

The two stared at each other for a long time, Type could see from the eyes of the opponent, Tharn also started to get angry.

 

"You know what I want, but you can't give it."

 

"Tharn!" Type also caught fire, suddenly raising his voice.

 

Tharn sighed, "You see, because you're like this, that's why I don't want to say it, talk back and argue."

 

Type stroked his hair, feeling troubled, but tried to calm himself down, "You probably forgot, we are all men."

 

"Or maybe you basically don't want to let others know the relationship between us."

 

 

 

"Tharn, your words are too much!" If so, Type really wanted to hit the dog Tharn.

 

"If I don't want others to know, I won't take you to see my parents, my friends, the people next to me know my relationship with you. You need that damn marriage certificate." What? Isn't it just a torn piece of paper! " Type became louder and louder.

 

Tharn was so helpless, he could only sigh silently, "That's why I said hurry up and go to sleep, pretend I'm trying to cause no cause, nothing will cause trouble."

 

Type swung his head to the side, so much that he wanted to kick Tharn a game.

 

Every time Tharn said he had no reason to cause trouble, there was no job looking for trouble, Type opposite the feeling of being wrong.

 

"So you said why you want to get married." Type asked.

 

"Because I love you." Tharn eloquently answered.

 

"...." Type froze once more, he turned his head to stare at the man who said he loved him, a little relieved.

 

"But loving each other doesn't need to be declared to the world."

 

"In this case, our opinions are not the same, so, I don't want to talk anymore, ok, I'm sorry, I'm too unreasonable today. Type, you give me some time, just A few days, I will try to understand your thoughts, understand your reasons, just give me a few days, I will definitely forget this, forget it, just like anything never happened before. "

 

Again, every time, I deal with me like this!

 

Type clenched his teeth tightly, feeling like he wanted to grit his teeth, frustratedly stared at him with a sentence and two sentences that wanted to understand him. He hated this attitude of Tharn, having the problem of bringing all responsibilities to himself, a kind of escape.

 

Why so? Why talk can not agree! Why does he still keep saying "I am wrong".

 

"Yeah, that's what you think!" Finally, assuming that the two of them did not finish their conversation tonight, they got angry and got up, carrying their pillows out of the room, when they went out they did not forget to slam the door loudly.

 

Bing!

 

Type went straight to the next room, where he put the pillow on the sofa and bed, then went to the cupboard to take out the blanket. Previously they designed this room as a book room, so if one of the two people need to work will not disturb the other rest. But this room was mostly used when the two of them quarreled to divide the room to sleep, which was quite ironic.

 

"His mother! I'm not even thinking that your family won't marry you!"

 

Type loudly cursing, lying on his back in bed, breathing heavily, if possible, he wanted his scolding to be transmitted to the next bedroom so that the bastard could hear it best.

 

He extremely dislikes Tharn like this, some small things Tharn wants anything they will find a way to achieve, but this is getting married, is getting married !!!

 

Are you serious? Did you think it over? Aren't we all happy every day like this? Why do you want a damn marriage!

 

The more annoyed Type thought.

 

Do not think that Tharn looks at any kind of arbitrary whatever, in fact, Tharn focused much more detail than Type, sometimes like to focus on crumbling things, and likes to be angry with his boyfriend is here.

 

Seeing that Type didn't tell his juniors at school that he had a boyfriend, Tharn would be angry.

 

Seeing that someone pursued Type but Type did not tell people that he was the flower owner, Tharn would be jealous.

 

He knew that Tharn was all because he wanted to be good for him, he loved him, especially after Lhong's incident, Tharn's desire for possession became stronger, sometimes he wanted to say to Tharn: You Give me some space to breathe, you must know that in my life, not only you, I also have a lot of work, a lot of people need to think.

 

Perhaps sometimes their thoughts are completely opposite.

 

Originally having to be together all day, at night, the bed was shared together ... finally turned into a bed to sleep.

 

***

 

Early in the morning of the next day, the spirit of pure air woke up ... the spirit of spirit was refreshing!

 

Bing ling ...

 

Type pull strongly drawer, remove the pot put strong on the kitchen, nor afraid of the broken pot, then go open the refrigerator, take two eggs inside, then use the legs to close the refrigerator, early in the morning made the bing bing bang bang bang bang, if not know that someone is breaking the house. Surely thinking that he took out two chicken eggs, one is to make the unlucky husband like to think wildly right, tell me know, think much, he made himself eat it all.

 

Type turned on the stove, poured the oil into the pan, cracked two eggs into the pan, and fluently, like the gentle appearance of a housewife in the family. The eyelids move slightly, glancing at the toaster, then recovering the sight to continue frying the egg, the two omelettes are turned over, revealing a golden color that makes people crave, wait until they are fried. all were yellow, poured them onto a plate, then turned and went to get the toast and put it on the plate. After finishing these, Type is about to make coffee ...

 

Geez! I just need to go and help that bastard make coffee, I just need a cup of warm water.

 

Dental expenses!

 

The bedroom door was opened by the person inside.

 

"What are you doing so early in the morning?" Tharn appeared in front of the door.

 

"..." Answering the opponent was silent.

 

"Type!" Tharn called his name.

 

 

 

"..." His reply was still the same silence.

 

Type did not answer Tharn at all, he just took a butter knife on the bread, Tharn found that he strode to his back, remembering not having fun last night, so he tried to comfort his wife, but ...

 

"My mood is not good, don't touch me!"

 

Type didn't care about the protests of the person behind him, he just held a knife to cut the eggs in the dish. The liquid of red egg cut off by him, seemed to be saying "If you dare to trouble me, you may not be the only egg omitted, I will wash your feet with blood."

 

This bad temper made Tharn feel helpless, he sighed, "Last night, sorry ..."

 

"Sorry to do anything, you're not wrong anyway, I'm not agreeing with you, I'm wrong!" The rude type cut off Tharn's words, chewed on the bread fiercely, as if it were meat on Tharn's body, chewed two pieces and swallowed it, neither noticed nor digested or affected the stomach, he just knowing myself right now ... resentment can't be compared.

 

Tharn moved his lips as if to say something, then swallowed his words back to his mouth. Not too long ago, this person who did not go down to the kitchen rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen, holding the pot that he still had oil from before. Today's breakfast is nothing.

 

Type did not even look at Tharn, only raise his ears to listen to the sound of the opponent.

 

"Fuck!" Tharn was scolded by a hot oil shot at him.

 

No need to turn the type also knows that Tharn sure to fire too big, for eggs will certainly shoot oil. He also knew this guy would not turn the egg on the other side, the yolk would definitely flow out of him. The opponent likes half-cooked eggs but will definitely fry to the point that the eggs are thoroughly cooked, if the slow movement does not empty the pot, the result can only ... burn away.

 

Type sat there quietly eating breakfast, tilting his head to look at the fried egg placed beside him, saying nothing, not greeting, or showing his agreement. For someone who was extremely focused on eating like Tharn, who was sitting next to him, biting bread (not baked yet), a piece of bread and a piece of burnt egg swallowing his stomach, fortunately he could make his own coffee. coffee makes his mood better without it everything is bad.

 

Hurt? Heartbreaking doing this nameless bastard causing this!

 

After finishing breakfast, Type didn't stop for a minute, he stood up and took the dish into the dishwasher, turned on the faucet, soaked the plate, and turned around holding the briefcase ...

 

"Hey, wait a minute I'll take you." Tharn called Type back.

 

"No need, I have arms and legs, can walk by myself." Type also didn't want to cause trouble, but he was still angry the last night, even though he had spent the night to spend less, but still could not get rid of it. He thought that it was safer for the two of them to maintain a certain distance, to avoid arguing further.

 

"But we have something to say clearly."

 

Type strongly turned to look at Tharn, laughing arrogantly: "Last night I wanted to say, you did not say, today I do not want to say you want to say. So scared Tharn, this morning I do not want to answer you, the merit unlucky business and the unlucky boss is waiting for me to respond, I don't want to talk to you! "

 

Type spoke once, and strode toward the door, bing a slam, not paying attention to Tharn's call from behind.

 

That's right, they had to say something clearly, but not when the gas was rising up their head, there was no way to control their emotions, moreover ...

 

This is not my fault, I did not do anything, he ate the vinegar disorder, did not understand the story of not ethical, no time and place crazy!

 

Type wanted to calm himself down, so he didn't intend to take the Tharn car but to take the bus, he tried to take a deep breath to calm himself down, just the flame of anger in his heart had not diminished somewhat. I could hear the phone ringing ...

 

Ring ring ...

 

Mother it!

 

Type in his heart cursed a sentence, took out his phone, and told himself that if he called him the unlucky husband who had just separated earlier, he would definitely scold the opponent with the blood of a dog in his head, but ...

 

"Father!"

 

(What's wrong with our puppy? Early in the morning it sounds really frustrating.)

 

"No, what happened to Dad?" Type's voice was softer, the old man on the other end made a sound of dissatisfaction from his throat, eventually getting straight to the point,

 

(Is Songkran going home this year?)

 

 

 

Yes, Songkran this year has not thought of where to go.

 

Type paused for a moment, hearing his father's next sentence, dumbfounded ...

 

(If you don't have peace of mind, then let that foreigner's name come along.)

 

"What connection does he have?"

 

"I still have a face and face to ask! If not because of me, if the foreigner does not come with me, I definitely do not want to go home, my father and mother waiting for me to go home and waiting for my hair to turn gray, I said." How many times can I go home a year? That's why I said I could bring my boyfriend back so I can see the filial child poking out his hand!

 

Type's father shouted at him for a moment without cursing him in the face, seemingly in a very deep mood. Type heard hearing the feeling of powerlessness, he sighed, "Until then I don't know if I can take a break, but I'll try, Songkran everyone will take a break, until the shift is changed. "

 

(...)

 

Type's father didn't continue to speak, Type could only sigh at the phone, then laughed later. Previously his father also pretended to pretend not to remember his son, now he was very clear his father hoped he could go home, so he repeated: "I will try to go home but Dad , my puppy is homesick too. "

 

After hanging up the phone, Type let out a deep breath.

 

Except for the need to speak clearly with Tharn, there was a need to negotiate with the other party about going home, except for these things ... can I be like other working professionals who would like to take a break?

 

Type sighed heavily, the pressure in his heart turned into a pinch on his eyelids. No matter what, he had to find the time to go home to see, from the time he started working until now it was almost a year ago, basically there was no time to visit his parents. Thinking about the reason he came home last time, his father still actively told him to go home, he stayed home for two days and hurried away to look after the family-owned resort villa.

 

Ring ring ...

 

Without thinking, the phone rang again, Type glanced at the screen, immediately answered the call.

 

"What's wrong, No."

 

(Going to dinner tonight, are you going?)

 

My best friend from high school said in my phone, his atmosphere was very happy, Type really wanted to ask the other person on Monday morning but he was in such a good mood?

 

"Only you and me?"

 

(Kla also goes with, black ...)

 

No's little boyfriend's name came out from his mouth. Type immediately froze.

 

Kla probably doesn't want me to go, but I just want to harass them.

 

"Let me see what today's arrangements are, I'll inform you later."

 

(Alright, I'll wait for you.)

 

No hung up, Type thought as if he didn't argue with Tharn, he would surely drag Tharn along and mess with the other two, just now ... it's still the first time to go home and talk clearly with The opponent then counts.

 

Type was already at the hospital, thinking, suddenly hearing a sentence, threatening him for a while.

 

"Why don't you file a report for me today?"

 

A!

 

Type screamed in his heart, the leader in front of him held a folder of documents pointing at him scolded, his face completely unsightly, Type couldn't help but frown, "I submitted the report to you on Saturday."

 

"So where is the report? Where is it? A bit of responsibility for the work is also not, you do not know today I have to bring the report up to the boss or not? Only missing the part of the report he is in charge, if happened Anything wrong, can you handle the responsibility !!! "

 

What the hell is this! This is deliberately digging here for him here, his report has already been submitted, the eyes can testify, he lost then he blamed him here ?!

 

Except for the boyfriend, the story about taking a break home from Songkran holiday, now you still have to deal with the boss, there's nothing wrong with this story anymore, what kind of career did you end up creating !!!

 

(End of chapter 4)