Chapter 32 : I Miss That Vicious Man

"Hey, hey, ah...."

The sun breaks through the clouds and shines through the window into this solitary man's bedroom, allowing us to see the master of the bedroom

Lying on the bed, eyes closed, shirt pulled up to the belly, pants down to the hips, breathing from what he was doing.

It's getting more and more urgent.

Type has been on vacation for almost three weeks.

The most fun or relaxing thing for him these past three weeks has been, coming home and being able to do what he wants at home.

Just do it. But this time also disturbed the once-favorite vacationer.

He doesn't know if he has lost interest in loving the sea for years, or if he can't bear to help with the daily chores, or if it's because...

Tired of pleasing a friend and having to accept his personal biases, or, rather, upset by someone's absence...

From getting up early every morning and arguing with the person sleeping across the bed, to now being so quiet that he can get up anywhere you want, anywhere

The cold look the man cast, which was supposedly a good thing, was incredibly boring to Type and it's even more unbearable for Type without the things he must do several times a week.

Thus, emotions that have been suppressed for a long time can only be vented through the hands.

The constant climbing desire made Type feel like it's not enough.

That really isn't enough.

"Ah...hmmm...hmmm...."

The man on the bed sucked in a slow breath, and as he clenched his teeth, his mind conjured up the soft bodies of several beautiful women. A soft moan escaped at the thought of thrusting his body into that wet tightness.

By the way, so, ah...good.

Type tried hard to focus on the matter of venting his desires, but.....

'I know you like that.'

Ai'Hiaa!

Type couldn't help but burst out in foul language, and the image of the beautiful woman in his mind was suddenly taken by this great man who whispered in his ear and Type cursed inwardly, and if the thing held between his hands screamed the need to vent, and he was restraining it and the thought of this person popped into my mind.

'I'll help you later, it'll be better than all the girls who've helped you before.'

That Ai'Tharn's hoarse voice came, as if whispering in his own ear, making Type's grip tighten and use his hands with more force, the thought of the man his little brother in his hand was several times bigger than when he had done it with the girl before, he finally knew what he liked... a kind of it.

"Ah...hmmm....."

Type's breathing became even more unsteady as his mind drifted to the guy's face, which he would surely reveal after bringing himself to a climax.

A bad smile.

The handsome guy who popped up in his mind made him start to loose desire on women, and Type felt more and more of his own desire was about to explode, and it was so wonderful that he couldn't help but speed up the frequency of his hands' friction, and, that's not enough.

This isn't over!

The more Type gritted his teeth, the more he felt angry about his hands, but he couldn't bring his little brother to the peak of emotion with his hands, because the more he thinks about that guy's face, the more he thinks about that thing he did for him, the more one thinks about him murmuring in his own ear, the more he think about it, the more Type wants to shout it out loud.

Ai'Hiaa!

Type, who had been mouthing off about not touching his nipples, now rolled up his shirt and bit down his mouth, then used his other hand to gently pick at his own dark brown nipple. Closing his eyes, Type felt good this position, but his heart ached, but the more he scratched, squeezed, and rubbed his chest, the hotter the sensation swept over his body, and luckily he had clothes to bite into and allowed himself to suppress his emotions, or he'll have to cry them out.

'You like it here,'

No, I don't like it, damn it, I don't like it there.

Type fought hard against his subconscious, thoughts drifting all the way to the image of Tharn helping himself with his hands, he struggled to restrain his hands from touching that spot.

Ai'Hiaa!

Type was suddenly taken aback by himself when the figure of the man now in Bangkok appeared again in his mind and he was using his tongue to lick the part that he thought was dirty to the point of disgust.

His soft tongue moved slowly upward, deep inside.

"Ah..." said the man who would not put his finger in his mouth, willing to give up his dignity to lick it most tongue-ing it, and very much immersed on top of what he was doing.

"Ah...um...I really can't believe it," he pushed back with wet fingers, knowing that his whole body was shaking and the tightly clenched shirt felt loose and a soft moan eased out at the thought of how the man had moved his fingers and helped him out.

"I'm freaking screwed!"

Type told himself, gasping loudly and spreading his toes, his hands unstoppable, enjoying himself for weeks he experienced the friction and the thrill of a brief shock with each entry, and the friction of the other hand was faster.

That's good! Ai'Tharn, faster, harder!

Hmmm.....

Type's hand speed increased before his eyes were completely closed. Accompanied by a spray of wetness into his hands, his whole body was filled with pleasure.

Wiped the stains off, then threw the paper under the bed and tell himself to come back and clean up later. Now he's not in the mood to pick up the trash because....

"I'm done for!" Thinking about what had just happened, he said unacceptably.

He's Type, ah, and since people like him would do that thing to help themselves with their hands? That's silly. He raised his hand to hit the bed as a way to vent his emotions, but after a moment, he was again surrounded by an overflowing sense of happiness.

He can't go back, can he? He also became....became that kind of person, right?

The more Type wanted to look serious, the less serious his expression became, but it was certain that no one else could be blamed for this.

"It's all my own fault," he said heavily, burying his head into the pillow as he still couldn't accept that had just happened.

"Type, son, it's ready for dinner!"

"Dad, I'm not hungry yet!!!! Can't eat and don't want to, oops, why should I!" No matter what Dad calls, Type just wouldn't go down to eat now, he was lying in bed like a corpse, unable to accept himself as he was now.

Ai'Hiaa have I done, ah ah ah, Type, you ah you, what is this called?!

On Sunday afternoon, the Tharn family gathered in the living room, where the father was carefully polishing golf clubs. The mother sat intently on the sofa watching the cooking show, the eldest son was playing tennis via Wii, and the younger brother and sister were sitting

In front of the piano, the youngest sister was performing a newly learned tune to her brother.

"Tharn brother, how's it going, Thanya, is it playing okay?"

The younger sister asked expectantly, making her brother who was studying music not help but smile.

"Well it's better than before," he began, praising his sister, but the sister also knew that the words must not be finished.

"But in the middle of the tune, I think it's a little off, you're playing it too fast," Thanya nodded nervously, putting the middle section and she replayed it again. Seeing the situation, Big Brother stopped the girl with his hands and couldn't resist asking.

"Thanya, why do you believe your Brother Tharn's words so much? I think you've played it pretty well."

"Thorn, I can't believe your words at all, no matter how hard I play, you'd say I play well," Thanya.

Stopped and made a ghostly face at his brother, causing the whole family to laugh.

"Your sister's right, Thorn, ah, look at you, so biased that even your sister knows it." His father threw a jibe...

"I'm not biased against my sister there, I'm just being honest." Thorn turned to Dad and said that while the others who listened from the sidelines laughed and shook their heads.

"Well, well, whether it's eccentric or honest, you're without a doubt the brother who loves his sister the most," Tam the mixed-race Dad said, and everyone laughed even more as he said that.

"That's because my sister is so cute, after all, it's still mom and dad's genes that make my sister look like a doll."

"And don't you see who your father is," his father said immediately afterwards, prompting the family laugh.

"That's enough for you father and son, I'm going to cook, we have guests today, what do you want to eat?" With that, Mom rose and she went to the kitchen to prepare food, making a list of all the dishes to be made tonight.

Tharn has been craving the Chinese dim sum and green curry soup on the menu for a long time. But his hone pinged and after he looked at the phone screen and suddenly said.

"Mom and Dad, I'm not going to be home for dinner today."

"Hey, Tharn!" Thorn immediately turned back, and after saying bye to his sister, Tharn immediately ran over to grab the car keys in his hand.

"Tharn, Ai'San is coming to the house for dinner today, I think you need to stay home and talk with him." Big Brother said from behind. The younger brother also immediately clapped his hands in a wai.

"Apologize to Brother San for me, that's it I'm gone ah, not sure when to return." As soon as the words dropped, Tharn got in the car and revved off in his brother's Audi, leaving the family disheveled in the wind.

"Why is Big Brother Tharn running so fast? Thorn let out a long sigh at "Big Brother" Thanya's question.

He turned his face to see Mom and Dad sighing too.

"Look at him so happy who doesn't know who he's going to see," Thorn said. Mom also muttered from the sidelines.

"Forget it, it's his business, can we interfere?"

By the way, look at the way he's smiling, who in the family doesn't know that he's gone to see his lover, and... It's a... a man!

The message in the phone is a short one.

"I'm back in Bangkok."

Tharn kept calling the person who sent him the message, but he kept not answering the phone, and Tharn became distraught, not knowing where he is in Bangkok right now, but he had to rush to where he might be right now.

The square - apartment.

The two of them new apartment was close to the back door of the school, a dozen-story apartment building in the middle of the building. It has a swimming pool, and the apartment is equipped with a large parking lot to accommodate Tharn's travel needs, so he decided to go his home and start to use the car.

The parking lot is now conveniently set up so he can go directly to their apartment from the parking lot.

Not long after, Tharn arrived at the new apartment, a place several times larger than the previous dorm.

The dormitory had a king-size bed with a large couch and a table at the end of it, and a table phone, among other things, the apartment is equipped with a small kitchen, but right now there's no cookware in the kitchen, and then there's the balcony and the toilet.

[Clattering sounds]

The sound of water came from the toilet, telling Tharn that the man he'd been looking for - here!

Tharn couldn't help but smile.

How long has it been since I've seen him?

It was only when he thought about it that Tharn reflected on how much he missed him. Despite the fact that Type is very vicious and sometimes says he was ruthless to the point of overdoing it, but just not seeing him for a while like this really made me want to kill him.

[Squeak]

The sound of water stopped with the sound of the faucet turning off, followed by the sound of Tharn rubbing his body again, then the sound of double feet stepping outside the bathroom door. The thought that Type would be shocked to see himself waiting at the door as soon as he opened it.

[Squeak]

The bathroom door opened and then Tharn saw Type walk out with only a towel around him.

The hair grew a little longer.

Tharn almost reached up to rub his hair before he realized it had grown long, his sharp eyes sweeping over Type that still

The image of the wheat-colored skin hanging with beads of water and sweat hairs standing up from the cold breeze from the air conditioner made Tharn look twice and started drooling.

He was already deep in Type's charms, though he didn't know it yet.

"You're late."

"Am I late?" Tharn hastily pulled back his thoughts and looked up at the man in front of him with a smile on his face and asked again.

"Yeah, you're late, you had to appear before me as soon as I sent you a message," Type said confidently, sniffing.

Tharn frowned.

"I'm not the puppy who follows you around all the time!"

"Oh? Isn't that right?" he turned his head and made a grimace, much to Tharn's dismay.

Yes, this man he hadn't seen in almost a month was a bit haughty, he was Type...

Was he expecting a cute face? Only venomous as always.

"I'm not a puppy, I'm your boyfriend."

"Are you sure?" Type asked in shock, seemingly not yet able to accept the word "boyfriend" and gestured to turn around.

Everything happened very suddenly.

If Tharn hadn't grabbed him by the shoulders in time, the moment would have given him a run for his money. He stared intently at Type, and out came a smile.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What did I forget?" Type or Mr. Thiwat, as usual, posed with a grim face. But he didn't run away. He just looked at him.

This emotion.

As soon as the words fell, warm lips landed on the thin lips of the man who had just finished the bath, as if to taste the long-lost taste.

Tharn didn't hesitate to stick his tongue in and let them dance together in his mouth.

At first, Tharn thought Type would refuse, and he was not expecting him to be cooperative, and kissed him enthusiastically back.

The intense kiss made Tharn's whole body tingle.

Tharn withdrew slowly, only to hear his cold words.

"I didn't forget, you're late," Tharn froze for a few seconds before reacting, still unable to understand at first.

"Okay, okay, sorry I'm late, okay."

Hmmm.

After saying that, Tharn pounced on him again and kissed him, but this time, he pushed Type directly against the wall and didn't even let go during the incredibly sweet kiss, he used his other hand to remove the only towel from Type's body.

This Type, ah, not only blamed him for being late, but for not doing the kissing so at the first sight of him.

On top of that, this Type, who Tharn had never experienced it before, also raised his knees and rubbed Tharn's pants, causing him to snarl with cold shivered, he teased, whispering in Tharn's ear.

"Can't stand it after just one kiss?" The words were teasing, and upon hearing them, Tharn immediately threw him to bed.

"Don't be so arrogant!" He said breathlessly, turning around and sitting across Type, looking at his own boyfriend's body.

"Huh, why so quiet, no need to think about offending others here." Type said in a low voice, undeniably his body began to respond as well.

"If you can't keep your mouth shut, and I can?"

"Ai'Hiaa!" Type burst into raggedness once more, and he couldn't help but shudder as his little brother was held in his grip and Tharn didn't hesitate to lower his head and skillfully lick it up with his tongue, he missed the taste.

"Is my little brother a good popsicle? Licking and sucking, are you a starving ghost throwing yourself into the world?" Tharn just tried to refute, every time he helped him with his mouth, Type always held his head tightly and let out a guttural murmur that made him hold it.

Never mind, too lazy to argue with him, Tharn regained control of the initiative.

Just because it's Type, that's what makes him want to use his mouth.

"Hmmm...Ah..." Type whined again as before, always lifting his hips each time Tharn licked him with the tip of his tongue.

Looked at him in all his daze.

He was as drenched as if he'd finished his workout, his cheeks flushed, and could see what an erotic encounter he'd just had.

"Hmmm" Type reached behind the king-size bed with one hand, trying to tease him into letting out the moan he wanted to hear, but.....

"Hey, what are you doing?!" Tharn stopped the screaming immediately, why it would still be easy to get in now and would take time to recover his hand if the push he got from Type led his to fall off the bed.

You can't do drumming until it recovers!

The look on his face made Type cringe.

"What were you thinking?"

"I'm asking you, Ai'Type," Tharn said angrily. Tharn's tone was so serious that he might have kicked over the bed if he hadn't grabbed his ankle beforehand.

"What do you want? Aren't I help you? Damn it!" Tharn shouted, angry and out of his mind, but

Type's reply was even more startling.

"I...want to help you."

"Ai'Hiaa! What?" Tharn cocked his middle finger at Type, feeling like he'd been played, his face had on a reaction that stifled a smile.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to do that." Tharn said he couldn't believe his ears, like always Type kind will wait patiently until he came first. Before Type would avoid kissing him and only after kissing him he was willing to respond, though he still kept your head down.

The two embraced intensely, Tharn thought inwardly as he removed his top.

Type's willingness to do so indicates that he wants more, then....

Suddenly, Type took the initiative and pulled down his pants, dragging him to the end of the bed.

"What are you doing ah you?" Tharn wasn't surprised to say that Type would do that, he sat directly on Type and wouldn't let go.

It was an answer that made Tharn happy.

"Just helping me out then?"

"Go to hell with you!"

"I don't, because if you don't help me, I'm afraid you won't be able to stand it later."

"Ai'Bastard" said Tharn, then gave him a gentle tap on the head, causing him to duck and scold again, giving Tharn a hard glare.

He moved a little closer to Tharn in order to lick the disgusting part.

Once, twice.

Type was reluctant at first, but once he started, he took it all in and slowly moved, these movement made Tharn enjoy himself immensely, letting out a burst of whines and a satisfied expression.

His expression showed how much he had wanted Type to blow him, even though a boy was already helping him.

The passions are high!

"Ah! Good...great...yeah, that's it..." hissed Tharn, the best experience Type had ever been.

"Hey," Tharn reached out and fiddled with Type's nipples, biting and kneading and squeezing, causing Type to groan and his expression showed more and more that he couldn't take it waiting anymore... just like Tharn did.

"You're really great!" Tharn couldn't help but admire, he pulled the grip on Type's ankle lifted him up, and Type who hadn't adjusted his breathing and answered him in a hoarse voice.

"Shut up you."

"Told you, you needed me, didn't I?" weariness also dripped from Tharn's voice as he leaned down to tease with another tongue, allowing Type to pout once more, clutched the sheets dead in his hands. This move made Tharn unable to resist a bad smile.

Now this guy is getting so sensitive!

"Your tongue...ah...Tharn, enough of that." Type soon gave up the struggle, and he knew what was going to happen.

He held Tharn's head and kissed it hard, amidst the whines that followed...

"Ah!

"You're holding me too tight, I'll go, it hasn't been long yet, you need to loosen up a little," then said, and Type held him.

Type's hole was too tight for him to even move, and now after Type eased a bit that it was a little better, he immediately began to get in and out in a more continuous way.

At first, Tharn moved his body slowly, seeing the man in front of him breathing more and more heavily, he just couldn't push, Type.

Well Type couldn't take it anymore, and he cussed him.

"Go a little deeper, Ai'Tharn, there...there it is," he pleaded, and Tharn let his want for inside the body Type, the sounds of the warm rod going in and out made Type reach a climax, sweating profusely.

Tharn will definitely keep hitting that spot and making Type happy to death.

"Well, good, good... Ai'Tharn."

"Ah...no, it's too deep, Ai'Tharn, stop, ah..." although Type said so, he kept arching his back prepared for Tharn to attack again and again.

Hmmm.

At this time, the two men's sound rose and fell, as if they were catalysts, fueling their lust more and more, and Type's lust flared first, and soon Tharn followed suit as he wiped the stain from his body with his hand.

Desire got the best of the two pairs and they collapsed onto the bed, both exhausted and lying there panting profusely, it was Tharn who whispered.

"Missed you a lot."

He made no secret of what was on his mind, but not so with those who listened.

"I miss your skills, too." Hearing him say this, Tharn looked up at him, only to realize he was closing his eyes and turning his head away.

Tharn heard him speak this sentence and he interpreted it as Type too wanted to him, only he was stiff-lipped and unwilling to admit it.

"If you want me to, just say so!"

"You are looking for a fight is it?"

Despite being so threatening, Type didn't really strike, just fell back quietly, waiting for his breathing to return to normal. The two men's lips were once again close...his mind, ah, was once again showing through his actions.

It's impossible for Type to say sweet things, but it's already a big step for him to even admitting liking his skills

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