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mommy’s little war criminal 💚

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only time ive ever felt loved was when i was eating a red berry parfait and walking to the library but a girl ran smack into me getting us both covered in berries then she grabbed my hand and said "ill never be sorry enough, but you look so beautiful" and she ran away and i just have to live w this empty hole where my heart lay

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This

gotta be the equivalent to this

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I only see Suga and Jin here.

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i am obsessed with this man

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Etched into your skin - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 below, thanks everyone for your likes/RT, you’re the best :) Link to AO3

Ch1 ; Ch2 ; Ch3 ; Ch4

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“Aahh, the handsome young man is back. What a lucky girl I am.”

Type smiled kindly at Jeed. One week had gone by and he was indeed back in her bar. Mostly to relax and enjoy the end of a long week of Uni. Maybe a little bit because he wanted to hear Lhong’s band again.

“Hello P’Jeed, you look great tonight.”

“Handsome and charming, what a great mix. Where are your little friends?”

“At home, they’re finishing some assignments.”

Techno and Champ had slacked off on their anatomy’s paper all week, preferring lounging around and playing games with the other guys to the point of forgetting entirely about the paper. The only thing that saved them was when they actually saw Type submit his own assignment in. Anatomy and sports injury was a bitch of a subject, Type didn’t know why these two morons thought they could just wing it 10 minutes before the deadline. The result was them sacrificing their first night of freedom of the weekend to graphs and thick textbooks, whining and pouting all along. Well, Techno whined and pouted, Champ pretty much just grumbled and started to work right away.

In a burst of generosity, Type had thrown his notes on the table for them, reminding them kindly they would now be in his debt and they better remember it when he’ll need to collect it.

“Damn Type, signing a pact with the devil sounds less scary than this!”

Techno had still snatched the papers from the table and started to scan through them.

So here Type was, alone, in Jeed’s bar, ready to… relax. He ordered his usual drink, asked for some snacks and went to a small table in a corner, further away from the female consumers that were once again near the stage.

Just as he was looking around wondering where the band was, Type saw Lhong coming out of the bathroom. He raised his glass to catch the man’s attention, successfully making him stop by his corner.

“Hey dude, good to see you, where are the other guys?”

“Trying not to fail a paper.”

The singer snickered and grabbed some of the still untouched snacks.

“Glad at least one of you managed to come. Stay here and we’ll join you at the end of our set.”

Lhong jumped on stage, soon joined by the guitarist and bassist. But no trace of the drummer. Type glanced left and right, trying to catch sight of the man, unsuccessfully. The band didn’t seem to be waiting for him either and started to play at once.

Type eyebrows were furrowed during the whole set as he knocked down a first drink, soon followed by a second.

Why the fuck did that guy tell him to come back today if he wasn’t going to be here? Who does that? He could have just said ‘thank you’ and move on? If Type had come only for that guy, he’d be quite pissed right about now. But all is fine, he was here to enjoy the alcohol and atmosphere first, the band was just a part of the atmosphere. And the band sounded just a little bit less good without the drummer, just a little bit more boring. Whatever, he just needed more alcohol.

As soon as the band was finished and the clapping subdued, the three musicians joined his little table, pushing another one closer to bring more drinks for everyone, graciously bought by their fans of the evening.

“Did you enjoy it?” asked Song with a bright smile, the youngest and definitely most cheerful of their group.

“Mh, you guys are talented. Is the other guy not here tonight?”

“The other guy?” said Song, tilting his head at the question.

“You know, the drummer.”

“Aah! Phi was quite busy, he stayed at home.”

“Why?” came Lhong’s question, his eyes focusing razor sharp on him. “Interested?”

Type sneered and pushed one of the fuller glasses in the man’s face.

“Just drink, it’ll keep you from talking shit.”

It’s like he couldn’t be curious anymore.

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What a week, and it was only Tuesday.

Classes had really picked up the pace and everyone was starting to slowly drown under the amount of work that, as if enchanted, kept piling up without ever disappearing.

Tharn needed all the boba Thailand had to offer. He knew his study group was already waiting for him at the library, but he needed something to wake up. He’d been sleeping poorly for weeks now and he was starting to feel the effect of it.

Saying he had made peace with the idea of Type not wanting to have anything to do with him would be an overstatement. Numb would probably be closer to the truth.

Even if he did manage to track him down, what would he say? Something like-

“Hey! Here you are, you quitter!”

Tharn almost choked on his sip in surprise. He turned around, uncertain if the voice was really calling out to him.

A man was walking toward him in swift strides, expression set in the most offended look Tharn had ever seen on another person. Tharn placed him easily enough as the man he’d briefly met at Jeed’s bar some 2 weeks ago. The guy was too pretty to be easily forgotten, he had had the fluffiest hair and the most expressive eyes.

He remembers how the man had watched him the whole time the band had been on stage, how intense his scrutiny had been.

Tharn had been just as surprised he’d taken notice. Usually, when he plays, he gets lost in his own world where everything feels better, a little less heavy. But he couldn’t have shaken the weight of that stare off his shoulder even if he’d wanted to.

Frankly, if circumstances had been different, if he wasn’t still trying to come to term with his soulmate situation, he would have definitely picked him up. Tharn was quite sure he would have been successful as well.

He was definitely too pretty for someone that scowled that hard.

However, at this specific moment, Tharn really wasn’t sure of what was going on.

“Pardon?”

The man was as attractive as he’d been at the bar, but had swapped his casual slacks for a blue football shirt and shorts exposing wide patches of tanned skin.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know. You told me to come back last Saturday to hear you play and then you didn’t even show up.”

Tharn had to search back to try and remember what he could have possibly said to deserve such anger. He’d said the guy should come back for their next performance.

“Mmh… the band did perform Saturday.”

“I know! But you wouldn’t, you weren’t there!”

Tharn raised both eyebrows, understanding slowly settling in. He would have definitely managed to pick the guy up.

“Was Nong sad because he missed me?”

Tharn would wish for a long time he’d filmed the footballer’s reaction. The next moments were full of sputtering and indignant looks, cheeks reddening and scowls deepening.

“Shut up! Who are you calling ‘Nong’, we’re the same age! And who missed you?!”

Tharn smiled around his straw.

“You look very angry for someone who didn’t miss me.”

“I’m not angry,” he hissed between his teeth. “I’m annoyed because you’re talking nonsense! And you didn’t respect your engagement the other night!”

That guy was a terrible liar. Tharn wondered if he at least believed in what he was saying or even he knew it was in vain. In any case, his reaction only made Tharn want to push his buttons some more.

“If I had known you were waiting for me, you could be sure I would have come.”

“Who said anything about waiting for you! If you give your word you should follow through, that’s all!”

Tharn hummed, sipping some more of his drink, staring at the man who was in turn looking down at his mouth at the mouvement. Pushing it, he liked his lips for good mesure, grinning as the other only seemed to frown harder.

“Well… You should come next time again. I promise I’ll be there.”

The man scoffed, crossing his arms on his chest. He had an air of someone that wasn’t really used to being pushed around. Which Tharn could imagine without too much problems. He was very good looking, that was a fact, but he was also tall and clearly in very good shape. There was an edge of aggression in his posture, daring anyone to just try and come after him to see what would happen.

“Ah! Fat chance! I’m not going to waste my time for you.”

“But how will you know if I keep my word this time around.”

“Why do I care?”

Tharn raised a single eyebrow, tilting his head slightly.

“Because… you just shouted at me for it right now.”

“... Whatever,” was the only answer he received, the man turning around swiftly to leave.

Tharn laughed, calling after him.

“See you soon! I’ll be waiting for you at P’Jeed’s!”

Tharn hurried back to the library, laughing to himself as he replayed the conversation in his head. He apologised to the other members of his group as soon as he arrived at their table and sat down on his seat next to Lhong.

“What took you so long, I started to worry.”

Tharn hummed while taking his laptop out of his bag.

“Nothing bad, just saw a guy on the way over here and stopped to talk for a minute.”

“A guy? Do I know him?” wondered the other man.

“Yeah, the hot one, he’s friends with Techno.”

Lhong seemed to think about it, looking at the ceiling until understanding dawned on him.

“Ah! You mean Type?”

And in an instant, Tharn’s whole world tilted from its axe.

#tharn x type #tharntype #tharntype the series #soulmate

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Etched into your skin - Chapter 4

Here’s the 4th chapter, I hope you’ll enjoy it! :)

Link to AO3

Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3

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“I’m not sure I’m in the mood to go out.”

“What? But we already told P’Jeed we were going to play tonight!”

“I know, we’ll be playing, but I’m not in the mood to stay after we finish.”

Lhong sighed deeply, clearly having expected to hear that complain at one point during the evening.

“You haven’t been in the mood to do anything since the start of term Tharn. You have to go out every once in a while and enjoy life. Are you going to stay in your dorm for 4 years without ever leaving?”

To be fair, Tharn did go out sometimes. For classes. But even in his sour mood the man realised that would be a terrible argument to use during this conversation.

Since the discovery that Type must have been avoiding him -it was truly the only explanation he could make sense of- Tharn had been feeling miserable for himself. He had become one of these people rejected by their soulmate. But not only that, he’d been rejected before he had even met them. Talk about bringing bad luck to the next level.

Lhong had let him be at first, occasionally bringing him some food and offering his company to fill the too big room. Forcing him to join the rehearsal of their band. But the man seemed to now think going out was their next big objective to make him go back to normal and had asked P’Jeed to book them some stage time.

Frankly, had it been anyone but P’Jeed, who had treated him with so much kindness throughout the years, he would have called the gig off.

Tharn hadn’t shared the reason for his moodiness and Lhong must actually think it linked to the breakup with Tar, still. Tharn couldn’t bring himself to share his current situation, it would make it… too real. Like he had officially admitted his soulmate didn’t want to be associated with him.

“Come on, let’s go, you can brood in the car.”

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“So where are we going tonight?”

Type, Techno, and Champ were all gathered at the condo, getting ready to go out for a relaxing evening of fun, alcohol and music apparently.

“It’s a super cool bar, this guy I know is performing there tonight.”

Type frowned at that.

“You don’t know anyone that performs anywhere Techno, who’s that guy.”

Techno huffs, throwing them both a look over his shoulder.

“Certainly not any of you guys! You have the artistic soul of a fork.”

Type raised his hand to hit his friend, but the later dodged at the last second, laughing placatantly.

“I was joking, I was joking. It’s that guy from the music faculty I met last time. Cool dude, I owe him a beer.”

“You need to stop talking to strangers, you’ll get kidnapped one day,” warned Champ, tilting his pack of crisps to get the last crumbs stuck to the bottom.

“Nonsense, the guy is smaller than me.”

“What’s his name,” asked Type, going for casual while his whole body tensed.

“Lhong.”

Type could have sighed out loud in relief if not for Techno legendary nosiness. He’d managed to keep his friend out of his soulmate business for years now by some miracle. He fully intended to keep it that way.

“It better be good, that bar is so far away. We’ll have to taxi if you plan on drinking.”

The three put their shoes on and were out of the door the next minute. The evening was hot and humid as per usual. Many partygoers were already drunk and singing in the streets. Most of them were young looking and probably fellow students.

They didn’t have too much trouble finding a taxi and splitting the fare in three made it quite reasonable. The ride to the bar was definitely longer than usual. Normally, their criteria for picking a bar were: is the alcohol cheap? Can we crawl back home at the end of the evening?

This time, the bar looked more refined, the type of place that could easily become their ‘usual place’. The rumble of the music was audible from the outside, but not to the point of already being deafening.

At the entrance, they were welcomed by a beautiful smiling woman.

“Hello young men. I am Jeed, the owner of the bar. It’s the first time I see you around here.”

“Hello! Lhong recommended this place, he’s playing here tonight, we want to enjoy the live music.”

“That cute boy… Well, make yourself comfortable, there should still be some free tables next to the stage, the boys should start playing soon.”

They all bid her goodbye and made their way inside the bar. It was populated but not crowded and they indeed managed to find a comfortable table not too far away from the front. There were quite a few women all around them focused on the yet empty stage.

“Many pretty women here. It’s really a great recommendation.”

“So thirsty No. If only you could actually manage to get some I’ll be impressed,” replied Type, browsing the menu to see if there were any special drinks.

“The night is long, you can never know what will happen!”

“You mean apart from the usual: you get too drunk to stand and I have to bring you home carrying you?”

Techno was a lightweight and never knew when to stop until it was too late. Type wasn’t a big drinker, he had never actually gotten blackout drunk, which meant he often ended up playing babysitter for his other friends.

“Ah Techno! You managed to come!”

A young man, pretty much the textbook definition of adorable, approached their table as the women around them followed him with their eyes, whispering to their friends.

‘Hey man! Guys, this is Lhong, my saviour. These guys are my friends, we’re all in the sports department together.”

They all nodded to each other in acknowledgement.

“Thanks for coming, hope you’ll enjoy the music. If anything, the alcohol is good, you should try the Lao Khao, it’s very nice.”

“I’ll go order,” said Type, sliding off the chair, patting his pockets to make sure he had some money with him.

“Get me some snacks as well,” requested Champ.

Type rolled his eyes at the predictable request, but nodded nonetheless.

Jeed was behind the bar, and when she spotted him, she immediately approached with a large smile.

“What can I do for you handsome?”

Type put his usual snark on the backsit and offered her a smile in return, she had that mum energy that made it hard to rebuke or be bitter toward her.

“P’Jeed, I’d like to order some Lao Khao for the table. Also some rice crackers and fried eggs if we can.”

“Anything for you, let me give you the drinks, I’ll bring the food over as soon as it’s ready.”

Propping an elbow against the bar, Type gave another look around. The lights were dimmed and colourful, giving a very lively atmosphere to the whole place. As he scanned the room, he noticed his table had been invaded by yet another guy, currently using Lhong as an arm rest.

Even from the distance, Type could see the man was quite tall and well built, much more imposing than Lhong. His dark hair put in a fashionable cut were hiding his eyes just so.

“Here for you, Nong.”

He blinked in surprise at the voice calling for him before grabbing all the glasses and thanking the woman.

Slowly, he made his way back across the room and almost tripped when he made eye contact with the stranger at their table. He’d never seen a man with such large and deep eyes, catching his attention and refusing to let go. The dark circles under his eyes didn’t take anything away from how handsome his face was, angular and sharp, on the contrary. The man stared back, unintimidated by Type’s direct inspection.

Unfortunately, just as Type arrived at the table, Lhong and the stranger walked away and jumped on the stage, followed shortly by two other men.

“Here,” said Type, carefully putting their glasses down.

On stage, Lhong was getting everyone’s attention as the musicians were taking place behind their instruments. The stranger sat behind the set of drums, playing with the drumsticks as he waits for the singer to finish his introduction.

Type never cared much for music. He’d listen to the radio, put a playlist as background noise during his studying, but he never actively got into it. Never cared much for the various bands or artists. Certainly never spared a shed of attention for the drummers.

But here he was, unable to look at anyone else than that guy.

If Type had ever thought the man was handsome before, it was nothing compared to the moment he started playing. His features and his posture immediately relaxed as his eyes closed. He hadn’t even noticed how tense the guy was up until that moment.

“Whoa, they’re super cool!” Techno was swaying from one side to the other, enjoying the song.

“Lhong has a very nice voice,” agreed Champ, nodding along to the rhythm.

Type hummed his agreement, drinking slowly. And then their eyes meet again.

Who in the fucks was this guy.

Only Techno’s joy at the arrival of the food managed to get him to look away.

As talkative and sociable as ever, Techno drew Champ into conversations in between enjoying the music that was being played. Type made a special effort to listen to his best friend, trying his hardest to not stare at the drummer to the point of ogling.

“Who do you think is most popular, musicians or sportsmen?” wondered Techno, staring at the women cheering for the band.

“Musicians. It makes them look more sensitive or some shit like that,” replied Type.

“But, we have hot bodies!”

“Yeah cause these guys are so ugly,” retorted Champ, pointing to the band with his chin.

They all instinctively turned toward them and fuck, Type was an idiot, why did he look again.

The drummer had an impressive build, just like Type had imagined from the other side of the bar. The muscles in his forearms kept on flexing and relaxing with each movement. And where these… veins he could see from here?

“What the fuck…”

Thankfully, Techno seemed to interpret it as a general statement more than a targeted one.

“They are handsome.”

“Here you go,” concluded Champ around a mouthful of salted eggs.

The band played for a while, doing some covers while including a couple of original songs in the mix. They were really good and Type actually managed to enjoy the music despite finding himself uncontrollably going back to the drummer. As much as he never really cared for music, he cared even less for musicians. He never got the whole frenesy around celebrities and concerts and ‘you must see it live’. But looking at the man, maybe he could start to make sense of it.

He didn’t seem focused on the audience at all, the only thing that mattered was the music and his drums. Type couldn’t explain the expression on the man’s face, it was intense and passionate and pleased. And entirely too hypnotic.

Type got up to get himself another drink, put some distance and put clear his head. The music came to an end as he waited, Lhong thanks getting drowned by the clapping of the patrons.

Beer in hand, he got out of the bar and rested against the wall. The air outside was barely fresher than inside, but at least there was some silence. Type sighed deeply, rubbing his eyes.

What was that guy’s deal?

And what was his own deal?

As if summoned by too loud thoughts, the drummer came out of the bar, bag under the arm, rummaging through it thoughtfully, ready to leave.

“Hey!”

Type wasn’t sure which of them was most surprised. He hadn’t called out to him consciously at least. The silence started to stretch as Type was too busy getting lost in the other’s man features to come up with something clever to share.

“Yes?” tried to prompt the man, looking him up and down. Type felt strangely self conscious, trying to relax his stance.

“Mmh… great job tonight in there.”

The drummer offered a half smile, pulling his car keys out of the bag.

“Thanks, if you liked it you should come back again, we play next week too.”

The man walked away, not hearing Type’s ‘I will’.

#tharn x type #tharntype #tharntype the series #soulmate

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I'm just going to add to what I'm sure everyone is already telling you, your Hogwart crossover are absolutely perfect and one of the only thing that gives me faith right now. Thanks very much for your work and for sharing it with us

Thank you so much honey! I honestly started them purely as self indulgence and it seems I can’t stop!

I hope you’re staying safe and taking care of yourself. Same to everyone xo 

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Etched into your skin - Chapter 3

Here’s the 3rd chapter! Thanks everyone for the comments/likes/Kudos, you’re the best!!!

Link to AO3

Link to Ch1 ; Link to Ch2

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Type was an expert at denial. He wore it like a second skin.

As he moved his boxes in the condo he’ll share with Techno, no one could have imagined his brain was torturing him. He almost met Tharn.

The first thing he’ll do as soon as class started was to find out in which university his soulmate was exactly as to stay the fuck away from it forever. Maybe he should consider changing university. His parents would definitely not be on board with that. It took him almost 3 weeks to convince his father to let him ditch the dorms.

Frankly, his dad didn’t want him in a condo for his first year, but Type had little choice in the matter. He simply couldn’t be in the same room with Tharn. The man would find out. Maybe not the first week, maybe not even the first month if he lied about his name. But he would eventually. And Type refused to deal with the potential fallout. So he had to use an argument he wasn’t proud of.

‘Dad, I’m not feeling safe in a room with another random guy.’

He had felt guilty and uncomfortable using that against his dad. But the result was instant, and the following week he was already signing the lease of his new condo.

“Type! Here’s your last one,” called Techno, sliding a cardboard box on the floor.

All was fine, he could handle this.

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Maybe Tharn had been overeager.

When he had red the letter, he’d stared at it unblinkingly for what felt like an eternity. His mother, worried, had read over his shoulder. Before he knew it, his face got crushed in a suffocating hug as she was part laughing part crying for him.

His dad had soon barged into the kitchen, concerned about the noise.

The rest of the evening had been very loud as his parents swinged between congratulations and hugs. And then he had to explain everything for a third time when Thorn came back home later in the evening.

Saying he was excited was the understatement of his life. So as soon as the first day of moving into the dorm rolled around, Tharn brought all his boxes and started to put his things away.

He wanted to be there to welcome Type in what would be their first home together. Tharn wanted to smile at him, see in his eyes a reflexion of his thoughts. Would he be nervous? Giddy? Composed?

Type would already know who he was.

Were they supposed to hug? Was that too forward? But at the same time, he couldn’t just… not. That would be too strange. Maybe they could go out and eat together to chat, starting to get to know each other. Maybe they wouldn’t be able to bring themselves to leave the room.

Tharn had so many questions for him. But probably the first one would be why hadn’t Type registered himself? If his soulmate was in Uni, he had to at least be his own age. Was Type one of these people that wanted the meeting to be organic? Was Type a romantic?

His heart was beating too fast, he was feeling light headed.

Tharn was going to be fine, he just had to handle himself until Type arrived. That’s what he had to keep repeating at least.

Tharn looked up at the dorm’s door with each item he was putting away.

After emptying his first box, he only raised his head whenever he heard movement in the hall.

After the third box, he stopped altogether, massaging his neck slowly.

As the night rolled around, he had to accept today wasn’t the day. Maybe he really had been too eager. They still had quite some time until the start of the semester.

However, on the first day of class, as he woke up yet again facing an empty bed, Tharn’s enthusiasm vanished like smoke in the wind.

Type must have known, he must have received the same letter as him, clearly stating who his roommate would be. Suddenly, Type not being registered sounded less like romance and more like avoidance.

But why? Why would Type not want to meet? Even if he didn’t want a romantic relationship, which did happen sometimes, why not meet with him and tell him?

What if something bad had happened?

As soon as his first day of classes ended, Tharn excused himself from the group of freshmen that wanted to go out for celebratory drinks, claiming he had some administrative issues. Lhong had thrown him a look, but didn’t stop him.

Technically, Tharn wasn’t lying. It just wasn’t his own administrative problem. He approached a woman reading behind her desk.

“Hello, I’m sorry to bother, but I think there’s a problem with my roommate.”

She looked at him with the sort of weariness born out of dealing with stupid requests from days on end.

“Unless the issue is actually very serious, there’s nothing I can do to help. All the rooms are jam packed, so we can’t transfer the freshmen left and right.”

“Ah, no that’s not why I’m here. I’m worried for my roommate, he never moved him. Since classes started already, I was wondering if everything was alright. His name is Type Thiwat Phawattakun.”

She hummed, turning toward her computer and checking some files. It took a couple of minutes of silent scrolling before she turned toward him again.

“He cancelled his spot in the dorms. Very last minute actually. Freshmen are more and more irresponsible each year…”

Tharn felt a pang in his heart at the news. Type has cancelled. He’d backed out of their meeting.

“Where is he now? Did he drop out of University?”

“I don’t think so, it does happen that freshmen give up the dorm for their own private accommodations. It’s more expensive, but also more comfortable.”

So Type was definitely avoiding him.

“Could you tell me which University he’s enrolled in please?”

At that, the woman looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“These are private information that I cannot share with just anyone, sorry Nong. You should just enjoy your big room for yourself, you’re the only one lucky enough for that.”

Tharn felt anything but lucky.

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Turns out, finding one guy within an entire University complex could be quite the challenge. The first thing people said when he asked if they knew Tharn was:

“Tharn? From which Uni?”

So far, he’d only managed to confirm Tharn wasn’t enrolled into the faculty of sports. Only a million more people to ask.

Despite the stress of having to look over his shoulder all the time and making a point of asking people their names before they could even think of asking his first -which had already put him in hot waters with some seniors- University life wasn’t half bad.

Living with Techno was fun. In the evenings they played games together and chilled. Sometimes Techno invited some of their classmates to hang out and drink. They had met some very cool people, particularly a guy called Champ who seemed to know all the best restaurants around. Friday or Saturday nights, they even managed to motivate each other enough to actually go to a proper bar.

Classes are as easy as they ever were and as long as Type listened to the lecture, he barely had any efforts to put into his homeworks. Still drove Techno up the wall in frustration. The coach liked him, even though he always said that Type had to keep his temper in check or he’ll be benched. Type knows he’s good enough to not have to worry too much about the threat. Again, that drove Techno completely crazy since he’d already started his recruitment campaign to convince everyone to elect him as team captain. For his senior year. What was wrong with that boy, Type wasn’t too sure sometimes. In any case, sucking up to the coaches was part of his strategy. Techno did try to deny that last point, but there was an overwhelming amount of evidence against him. For instance, the way he almost tripped on his own feet to play delivery boy.

“Bring this to the music faculty office, it’s the selection of songs we want them to play during the matches.”

“No problem coach! I’ll go right away.”

His bunch of papers under the arm, Techno came back to his group of friends.

“Guys! Come with me, we need to deliver some papers.”

“This is in no way a ‘we’ situation No,” said Champ, stretching out his legs.

“Sorry, we’re kind of in the middle of our stretches,” tried Team, offering a small smile to the other boy.

“Type is on his phone! He’s not even pretending to stretch!”

They all turned to the accused who was indeed lounging on his side, scrolling lazily.

“Type does whatever he wants…”

That was true and it made him very happy to know they already realised it after only a couple of short weeks.

“Tyyyyyype.”

“I would rather die than come with you No,” came the deadpan answer.

“You could at least look up from your phone!”

His plea went unanswered. Knowing better than to annoy the young man to the point of aggression, Techno cursed them all and started his solo adventure.

Techno had to actually ask his way a couple of times as the music and sports department weren’t close at all. He even had to take a Uni shuttle, receiving plenty of curious looks since he hadn’t taken the time to change out of his sports outfit.

Despite being quite a trek away from their faculty, the music building looked pretty similar to their own. Maybe there were more windows. Was light important for musicians? Did they share with the art department?

His adventure wasn’t over quite yet though, the entrance office wouldn’t take the papers, complaining about messing the systems up and Techno got redirected once again.

“So… third floor, and then at the back of the building…”

Every single room, every corridor looked the same and nothing appeared as being the back of anything.

“Shit!”

“Hey, are you alright?”

Techno turned around, coming face to face with-

“Handsome boy!”

The man raised both eyebrows in surprise, readjusting the straps of his bag on his shoulders.

“What?”

“You’re so pretty, are you an angel sent from the sky to help me?”

The man was adorable with a very cute face and pouty lips, a single long earring catching the light on the side of his face and despite his clear confusion, he still offered Techno a large smile.

“I can definitely try.”

“I need to find the faculty office of the music department. It’s about music for our matches,” he explained, flapping around the brown envelope he’d brought all the way there.

“Ah I see, I’ll walk you there. You’re very close, but it can be tricky to find the room.”

“Lhong, is everything fine?”

Techno turned toward the man that seemed to have called his saviour.

“Damn! Is it a requirement to be handsome to get into the faculty of music?”

If Lhong was cute, the newcomer was definitely handsome, and that despite the dark circles under his eyes.

“All good, I’ll just show this guy the way to the office. Save me a spot in the canteen?”

The man nodded and left without further ado.

“Let’s go!”

“Thanks man, I’m Techno by the way. I’m in the faculty of sports.”

Lhong laughed, checking him out from head to toe.

“Yeah I could have guessed that. I’m Lhong. Isn’t the faculty of sports super far away from here?”

Techno groaned loudly.

“So far away! I had to take the Uni shuttle to come!”

“Sounds like a pain, you should stay to eat with us so you wouldn’t have travelled all the way for nothing.”

After one last corridor turn, they finally arrived in front of the teachers’ office. Techno would never have found it, even the door tag was scratched out and faded.

“I wish, I lost too much time already, I’ll have to hurry back and pray my friends didn’t ditch me. But give me your Line ID! I’ll send you a message and we can go grab a drink, I’ll treat you as a thank you.”

“Ah, that’s not necessary, it was nothing.”

Techno shushed him, already fishing out his phone and pushing it in Lhong’s hands.

“Nonsense! It’s gonna be fun. I’ll bring my friends, bring the hot one you were with before. I’m sure music students know the best bars.”

Lhong shared his number and after a last goodbye, they parted in front of the office.

Maybe his adventure hadn’t all been in vain.

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Etched into your skin - Chapter 2

Here’s the second chapter everyone. Thanks everyone for the likes/reblogs and kind comments, you’re the best! TRIGGER WARNING: Brief mention about past Tharn/San. That relationship is so weird I'd rather tag it in case anyone reading has a hard time with it. This mention is in the first half of the chapter.

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Type Thiwat Phawattakun

That was a boy’s name etched onto his chest. He’s always looked at it upside down, following the curves and loops of each letter with his eyes or a finger. His heartbeat was the strongest just under that patch of skin.

As a child, when he had yet to learn how to read, he’d asked his parents or P’Thorn to read it to him slowly, helping him trace each character as it was pronounced. Type’s name was the first thing he learned how to write and how to read. He knew that name before his own even though, comparatively, Kirigun was way easier to remember.

He used to think Type’s name was actually his. He introduced himself as Type to his teachers at school, signed that name on his homework and tests. Tharn didn’t remember that, his dad liked to remind him whenever he got into one of these nostalgic moods about his children being grown now. What he does remember is naming his childhood plushy ‘Type’. He refused to go anywhere without it, sleeping with it every night, playing with it every day. He still had it on a shelf in his room, unable to throw it away despite its old age.

Tharn liked to listen to people’s stories about their soulmates. Even the simplest ones had something comforting woven into each detail. It made him feel safe, knowing there was someone out there that was just for him to have. That someone was Type.

“Have you ever thought of being with someone that wasn’t your soulmate?”

Tharn raised his eyes from his homework, blinking slowly at Lhong as the question registered in his mind. He hummed pensively, considering carefully.

“I guess… maybe? I’m not too sure...”

He hadn’t ever felt strong feelings for anyone yet, he was barely 14 and so far the only thing that really got his attention was music and his drums. He had started to notice that some boys were… very nice looking. Sometimes, P’San looks at him in a certain way. He used to look at him the same way P’Thorn does. Not so much anymore. Tharn wasn’t too sure what to do with that.

“Well,” Lhong voice startled him out of his reverie. “What if you don’t meet your soulmate till you’re like, 30?”

“That’s far away,” he conceded. Hopefully Type wouldn’t make him wait that long.

“It is! You’re not going to stay alone all this time, right? And when you meet them, you need to know what you’re doing, right?”

Maybe it could be cute to learn with them. Maybe they could be awkward together. Maybe he’ll kiss Type and it’s going to be weird, but they’ll get the hang of it more and more with each new kiss. Maybe Type could be the first and last person to kiss his name. He’ll feel Tharn’s heartbeat against his lips. Maybe he’ll ask Type to retrace the letters, to read it out loud slowly just for him.

“Maybe…”

He ends up in a classroom alone with P’San who takes his first kiss and first time. He can’t say he regrets that Type hadn’t been the one to make him realise bottoming wasn’t for him. It had been strange. He’d rather not dwell on it too much. P’San hadn’t touched his name though, just like he hadn’t dared look too much at the character’s on the boy’s thigh.

Under the shower, he briefly wondered if Type had had sex with someone else too.

He didn’t dwell on that either, it was strange and unpleasant.

“Hey Tharn!”

Tharn turned toward a big group of his classmates, all huddled around a magazine, seemingly fascinated by whatever they were looking at.

“What are you guys reading?”

As he approached, he could only focus on the giant hearts on the pink glossed pages.

“I stole my sister’s magazine. It’s about the position of soulmate name.”

Tharn laughed, resting against Lhong to try to get a good look.

“That’s very romantic of you Jay, I didn’t know you cared.”

Jay tutted, brandishing the magazine like a coveted prize despite everyone else's protests.

“This is junk, but girls read it. It’s a great ice breaker.”

“Shut up and tell us what it says already!”

“Okay, okay! What an ungrateful crowd! So… what do you guys want to know?”

“Is there anything about soulmarks on the back?”

Tharn looked down at Lhong. He knew Lhong’s name ran all along his spine, remembers Lhong confessing he’ll never be able to see the name with his own two eyes, that sometimes it felt like the writing wasn’t there at all. Tharn had felt sad for him, he couldn’t imagine not being able to look down and just see, as surely as he could feel his heartbeat.

“In the back… In the back… In the back they say ‘People with a soulmark on their back are secretive. They want to protect themselves from the world and are afraid of being open with others. These people tend to stay stuck in the past, unable to let go of their hardships and the things that hurt them. They can hold grudges for years, so try to not piss them off too much, or you’ll be faced with a terrible enemy!’ That’s so rough man! And that’s so not you Lhong. What a piece of trash!” many laughed at the harsh profiling, some even clapping the young man in the back playfully. “Ah wait, there’s also about relationship for people with a back placement. ‘Being in a relationship with them can be a challenge as you’ll probably have to do a lot of emotional heavy lifting. Their distrustful nature implies a lot of hard work will be necessary to get into their good grace. However, once they open their hearts to you, they’re the ride or die crowd. Loyal to a fault, they’ll believe in you no matter what and will always be there to catch you if you fall. Back placement people are the embodiment of ‘high risk, high reward’. Their best matches are: chest, thigh, and belly placement'.”

That, Tharn could agree with. Lhong was his best friend and had been for years. He knew for a fact that the other boy would be there for him no matter what.

“What about the chest placement,” Tharn asked, curious to see how accurate the prediction would be for him.

“Of course you’re a chest placement,” observed Jay as he looked for the right section.

“So dreamy,” said one.

“So romantic,” replied the other.

“For the chest.. ‘The chest placement, called Lover’s placement because of its overuse in romantic movies, is often found on passionate people. They tend to let their emotions guide them and would rather listen to the impulse of their hearts than the voice of reason inside their head. Brave and secure of who they are, chest placements tend to be great leaders as their caring nature pushes them to try and look out for the majority’. Well, this one is more accurate at least! For your relationship… ‘If thigh placement are considered the champions of physical relationships, chest placement are known everywhere as the pros of romance. They’ll bring out the best in their partners and will always give their whole heart to their relationship. Be careful though, as their passionate nature can make them impulsive, and sometimes jealous. Their best matches are: face, thigh, arm, and back placement’.”

Tharn wondered. Was he really all these things?

What could Type possibly be? Each placement had their own clichés. Thigh people were sensual but fickle. Chest, passionate but temperamental. Face, straightforward but angry. Shin, adventurous but irresponsible. Ribs, soft but pushovers. Back, distrustful but loyal.

His mum had a chest placement, just like him. His dad’s was on his forearm. Thorn and Tanya had theirs just hugging their hip.

He wondered where Tharn Thara Kirigun was written.

For his 16th birthday, just before their traditional family dinner, the whole family goes to city hall together. Tharn feels jittery as he completes his paperwork. The beat of his own heart is deafening, and for a second he stops breathing. The employee seems to take an eternity to input his information into their software.

No match. They would notify him by mail as soon as Type would register.

His disappointment must be clear as day on his face, Thorn gripped him into a side hug, offering him a comforting smile.

“Don’t worry N’Tharn. I didn’t get my match either at first. It’ll happen.”

On their way back home, they all gave him a wide breadth, talking among themselves while Tharn was slowly getting lost in thoughts.

Was Type younger than him? Did he not register? If not, why wouldn’t he? Didn’t he want to meet Tharn? Did he not want to be found? He had tried so hard to rein in his enthusiasm and bring down his expectations. He still crashed down hard that night.

At least Type wasn’t dead, they would have told him otherwise.

There’s nothing he could do. He just had to be patient.

After his 16th birthday, Tharn started to date more. A first boy, then a second when the first one matched. He’d even tried to go out with a girl, but that really hadn’t done it for him. Then there was Tar.

Tar wasn’t Type. But Tar definitely had his heart. Tar who had a French name written on his lower ribs.

It was almost easy to overlook, he could hide the name with his arms during hugs, could bury his nose in Tar’s neck when they made love.

Type’s name was harder to ignore.

At the end of high school, as he was looking for a condo he could share with his boyfriend not too far from their university, Tar announced he’d received an art scholarship. For a Parisian’s school.

Not only was it a great opportunity, it was destiny calling for him.

He couldn’t refuse, he told Tharn. He had to go, he explained, crying as he was breaking up with his boyfriend of a year. He had to meet the owner of his name, is what he didn’t say. It’s all Tharn heard, though.

His last summer before university was spent mourning his relationship, mending his broken heart by beating the pain away on the drums.

“Tharn! A letter from university is here, come and get it.”

He thanked his mum and she urged him to open it. It was about his dorm.

Welcome, we’re very proud you decided to join our University.... All students are allowed to get their keys from…shared dorm… assigned roommate: Type Phawattakun.

It was time. It was his turn. He had been waiting for it for years. He didn’t have his first kiss to give, nor his first time, or even his first ‘I love you’. He still wanted to feel someone tracing over that name and whisper it against his lips though.

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Etched into your skin - Chapter 1

I wanted to work on something a bit longer than a one shot and I'm a sucker for soulmates. I hope you'll enjoy this. :)

Pairing: Tharn x Type  Summary: The name of your soulmate is written on your body since birth. Type refuses to meet Tharn, he doesn't need a soulmate, certainly doesn't want a man soulmate. Destiny doesn't really care about what Type wants.

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TRIGGER WARNING:

There's a brief, non explicit mention to what happened to Type as a child. If this is something triggering for you, please be careful. That mention happens during the second half of the chapter.

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Tharn Thara Kirigun

That was a boy’s name curling on his left shoulder blade. He could only see it from the corner of his eye. His mum had taken a photo for him so that he could see clearly without twisting around or using a mirror.

Khom also had a boy’s name on his arm. Their parents had joked they were destined to be friends as much as they were destined to meet Tharn and Som.

Type was so happy. His soulmate was another boy. They’ll play football together all day long. When they’ll be tired, they’ll go back home and stay up till late to try the latest video games. Type wouldn’t have to care about the latest hot music band or who the prettiest actors were, which seemed to be the hottest topics with the girls at school. Other boys in his class were so envious.

Even though his soulmate was a man, he was still going to treat him nicely. His dad was always kind with his mum. They’ve been together for the past 13 years, but his dad still prepared the shellfish nicely for her, removing all the hard bits and bitter parts, leaving her only the best. Type had asked why once, trying to explain patiently to his father that his mother was a grown lady that could take care of her own food. He’d laughed and ruffled his hair. He explained that he didn’t want the smell of fish to linger on her fingers. He said he loved her so much he didn’t want her to have to take care of herself, he wanted to do it instead. And his mum was just kind enough to let him. He said that he’d better treat Tharn nicely, and maybe his soulmate would let him help with his food.

So Type learned. After a couple of years, he could handle pretty much anything: shrimps, sea urchins, clams, mussels, crabs, scallops. He could remove fish bones in record time. Tharn will be so impressed with him.

He wondered if they’ll meet on the island. That’s how his parents had met. She had come with friends during a school trip from the mainland. They met on the beach. He bended over backward to impress her and show her all the best authentic spots around. She fell in love with the island along with the island boy. As soon as she graduated university, she moved her whole life here. ‘For the view’ she had said when he’d come to pick her up at the airport. To which he’d replied ‘It’s not the island, the view is wherever you’re standing’. That made Type laugh each time they were retelling the story. It was such a silly thing to say. His mum had laughed as well. It really was silly. She was destined to spend her life with a silly man. She spent so many years laughing with him.

Was Tharn a silly boy? Was he going to make him laugh? Was he serious? Khom’s mother was a very serious lady. Very smart. She took them out regularly during the summer to go and see the stars high up in the dark sky. Will Tharn show him the stars too?

Type spent hours trying to imagine what Tharn would look like. The name was Thai, so surely a man with dark hair and dark eyes. Probably smaller than him. His Nan kept on saying how tall he was for his age, so surely he’ll be the big and tall one. Tharn could be the cute one. Type would protect him.

During the summer, when his parents forced him to help out at the resort, he demanded to work at the register, religiously asking for everybody’s name, pouting a little bit each time ‘Tharn’ wasn’t the answer. He’d asked Khom to do the same at his parent’s ressort in exchange for some of his mother’s sweets. Same for Song’s little family hotel.

Summer after summer, Tharn didn’t come to visit him. Did the other boy think of Type as much as Type thought of him? Did he want to meet? What if he didn’t? Type cried so hard his parents were convinced he broke a bone.

For his tenth birthday, his Nan had given him the official governmental paperwork to register at the Soulmate databank.

“It’s a bit early, but here for you. When you’re 16, you can bring this to city hall. If Tharn registered, they will match you and tell you where he is.”

Type had never claimed to be a patient boy. That night, he completed the form as best he could -what was a social security number even supposed to be?-. The following day, he ditched football practice and took the bus to the city center of the island. The employees of city hall gave him curious looks as he entered the large glass building. He walked up to the reception and wai-ed at the man behind the desk.

“Hello uncle.”

“If it isn’t the little Phawattakun boy! How are your parents, son?”

“They’re busy but fine, thank you.”

“What are you doing here anyway, you’re far from home.”

“I would just like to give this,” he explained, sliding the paper over to the man. He took it and raised an eyebrow upon reading it.

He looked him up and asked:

“Tell me son, how old are you?”

Type was prepared for the trick question.

“16.”

The man laughed out loud.

“Is that so?”

Type nodded.

“Yes, my birthday was yesterday,” he explained, pointing at the paper. The civil servant looked once again at the paper and nodded.

“Ah I see! Well, I”ll need some ID. Maybe your motorcycle licence?”

An ID? He wasn’t prepared for that. He didn’t even know if he had an ID. He couldn’t let that spoil his plans.

“I don’t have it. I… I forgot it in my other jacket. I have my library card if you want, uncle.”

The man laughed again, louder this time. Type offered his best pout, the one that was sure to guarantee him some desert even when his mum shouted after him all day.

“Come on boy, let’s bring you back home.”

The man excused himself toward his colleagues, assuring them he’ll be back soon. The ride back wasn’t too long, the city hall employee greeted his parents, explained the situation and gave them back his form.

They scolded him, for lying, and laughed at him, for having so much nerves.

“You need to be patient, Type,” they said. “It’ll happen when you least expect it.”

Which was not a satisfactory answer.

He wanted to meet Tharn. He wanted to show him the island, to bring him swimming in the sea. He wanted to build sand castles together. He wanted to build some forts in his room. He wanted to introduce him to Khom. He wanted to bring him in the forest and climb trees so high their parents wouldn’t catch them.

But then he met a man. A boogie man with the face of a person that promised him a field full of footballs to replace his old one.

Attached to that chair, body stripped of his clothes, the man had touched his shoulder, tracing the name written there with the tip of a finger.

“That’s the name of a man. You’re lucky. I’ll show you how to please one. You’re going to like it.”

He would never forget that day, no matter how much he wanted, no matter how much he prayed for it.

The spot on his shoulder scratched him, he could still feel a phantom touch that made him sick to the stomach. He had a man’s name on his body. One day, that man would want to do to him what that other man already did. He’ll touch him, he’ll hurt him.

If that’s what being with a man was like, he never wanted to meet Tharn. He wouldn’t prepare seafood for him. He wouldn’t show him around the island. He wouldn’t play football with him. He wouldn’t introduce him to Khom.

Khom, who also had a man’s name on his body.

Type didn’t know how to protect his friend. He didn’t know how to protect himself from him either. So he stopped talking to Khom. And after some weeks, Khom finally stopped trying to talk to him. It wasn’t hard to ignore the boy, it’s not like Type went out much anymore.

In the months it took Type to finally leave the house, the boy grew angry and bitter. He stopped talking about Tharn. Stopped talking of soulmates altogether, so his parents did too. He threw the registration papers in the trash.

For his 16th birthday, he didn’t register himself at city hall. Instead, he boarded a boat to go and live with his aunt in the city.

In the city, he could pretend everything was fine. No one knew him as that kid. School was easy, as always, and there he met Techno, who seemed one of the rare people that actually managed to handle him. They played football together, which was the only way Type could somewhat keep his temper in check.

There were girls as well, who had the amazing advantage of not being men. So he dated some, never allowing anyone to look at his bare shoulder.

Type and Techno graduated, already planning to join the faculty of sports together. Type could pretend all was fine, all was normal.

Until he received his dorm welcome package. Whatever illusion of normality he had managed to build shattered and reality came back to kick him in the teeth.

Welcome, we’re very proud you decided to join our University… blahblahblah... All students must be back before… blahblahblah... shared dorm… blahblahblah… assigned roommate: Tharn Kirigun.

He didn’t need a soulmate to survive, he had managed just fine -anger issues, homophobia, PTSD- by himself. He didn’t need Tharn Thara Kirigun.

“Hey No. I thought about it. I think we should get that condo in the city together. I just need to chat with my mum, she’ll change my dad’s mind about the dorm.”

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Even wrapped around me, you aren't close enough

I wrote this piece following a request I got on AO3, I hope you’ll enjoy it.

Lenght: 4.3K words Pairing: Tharn x Type Summary: Tharn and Type use the famous box of condoms.

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I’ve learned how to use the “keep reading” option, every day is a learning day.

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“So, I would like to order for takeaway a set 3 with the assortments of sashimi. And a set 15 with grilled salmon and seasoned rice.”

The waiter rang his total and gave him an approximation of his waiting time before pointing him to a space with some free chairs where he could wait more comfortably.

Tharn wasn’t planning to come all the way here for tonight’s meal -actually, he’d hoped that he’d be using his birthday present right now- but if it could help in switching Type’s mood around, why not. Maybe the fastest way to a man’s heart truly was his stomach? He could only hope tonight some raw fish would do the trick. Tharn grimaced at the memory of his order. Spicy food, he could understand the appeal: exacerbated flavours could be interesting even if he wasn’t able to handle it. Raw fish on the other hand was a completely different matter. Type must have been some wild cat in a previous life.

Tharn couldn’t help but smile as he remembered his boyfriend’s moodinest as he’d discovered P’San’s present. He should definitely not encourage that, knowing Type’s predisposition at blowing up at pretty much anything that rubs him the wrong way -which, in itself, was the opposite of a challenge-. But didn’t it feel nice to see Type react because of him, be jealous because of him. It made Tharn feel wanted.

Tharn’s pondering came to an halt as a waiter arrived with some brown takeaway bags.

“Here’s your order. Thank you very much, please come back again.”

The way back home was fairly uneventful, it was late enough that the evening rush had come to an end, but not so late he was driving alone on the road. If Tharn was lucky, Type might have calmed down while he was out and would be more relaxed. 

“What took you so long? Did you ask the guy that bought you the present to also buy you food?”

Or not.

“I went to that Japanese place to get you some sashimi.”

Type came closer to inspect the bag, pulling the food out. A lovely smell of clean waffed from his still damp hair.

“That’s a lot of effort for a dinner,” he grumbled, starting to set the table quickly.

“I wanted us to have a birthday dinner together, since we couldn’t yesterday.”

Type stared him down without a word, grabbing glasses and water from the fridge. The man didn’t seem inclined in starting a conversation, but Tharn had faced worst treatment from him in the past.

“So, how was practice today?”

“Alright. No is still harassing everyone so they’ll choose him as captain,” despite his words, Type didn’t seem to mind his best friend’s enthusiasm. Nor did he appear bothered by the idea of not being captain himself.

“Isn’t that in 2 years?” wondered Tharn, trying to recall what exactly Techno had told him about that before.

“Yeah.”

“Talk about early campaign…”

Mouth full of raw fish, Type could only grunt his agreement.

The food from that restaurant was quite good if a bit pricey, an acceptable option for a birthday dinner. Maybe next time, once Type wasn’t in a huff, they could go and eat some Western barbeque.

Tharn rinsed down his grilled salmon with the Coke Type had given him. The decoy present. That had been a distraction from the real present. The present he still needed to use.

“Unfortunately,” he started, staring at the young man finishing the last slice of sashimi. “The restaurant didn’t have any cake. A birthday dinner without cake is a bit sad. Maybe I should find something else to eat?”

Type didn’t react to the large smile sent in his direction. He got up from his chair and went straight to the fridge, grabbing a plate inside. Tharn recognised his mother’s cake in an instant. Type put the sweet in front of him, planting a spoon deep into the fluff of the cake.

“Enjoy, birthday boy.” And on these words, Type walked back to their bed.

“Type! This cake is for you!” came the whiny response. With a sigh, Tharn put the cake back in the fridge, spoon included, and followed his boyfriend. 

The latter flopped onto their bed on his belly and started playing around with his phone, ignoring the noise of his approaching boyfriend. Tharn climbed up above him, nuzzling the back of Type’s neck.

“Come on, don’t be angry with me. I’ve missed you.”

Type tch-ed at him, refusing to turn around.

“Go play with your amazing present and shut up.”

Tharn narrowed his eyes. He could definitely do that. The man got up from the bed and grabbed the neglected present box, rummaging through the various options. He remembered seeing some fun ones when he’d opened it earlier and if he could just-

“What do you think you’re doing?” Type’s attention finally seemed to have shifted back to him as the footballer stared him down from the bed with squinted eyes.

“What you told me to do, I’m going to enjoy my present,” came the answer as he found the condoms he was looking for. 

“That’s not what I meant and you know it Tharn!”

“This,” said Tharn, waving the condoms around to catch Type’s eye. “Is the second best gift I’ve got.”

Type visibly briselled at the statement, muscles tensing, and if he could hiss in anger he definitely would have. His boyfriend didn’t let that stop him as we came back to the bed, where Type stood up on his full length, dwarfing Tharn.

“You know what Tharn, you can go-”

“The best present I’ve ever got,” continued Tharn, loud enough to interrupt what promised to be a rant of legends. “Was my welcome home present after weeks away from you.”

The simple memory of Type in his too large shirt was enough to make his dick twitch in interest. The vision hadn’t left him alone since that day and regularly came back to haunt him at times when spotting an erection was most inconvenient. 

Type has been appropriately shocked into silence as a blush seemed to battle its way onto his cheeks.

“Sh-shut up Tharn,” but the order lacked venom to be truly threatening. 

Tharn hugged him at the hips, burying his nose against his boyfriend’s hard stomach. Type’s hand came to rest against his shoulders, and if he wasn’t quite hugging back, he definitely wasn’t pushing away.

“Type come on. I don’t want to fight, I just want to spend an evening with you alone.”

“You’re so annoying…” a hand found its way to Tharn soft hair, playing with the shorter strands, pushing his face just a little bit more firmly against his body.

“I want to use my gift.”

“Whatever,” he sighed.

Refusing to loosen the grip around Type’s hips, Tharn looked up at the man through his eyelashes.

“Is that a yes?”

Type scowled and broke their eye contact.

“Whatever I don’t care, do what you want.” 

Tharn didn’t need more to grab Type by the back of his knees and pull. Type fell down with a yelp, bouncing on the bed twice before being jumped on by Tharn.

“You idiot, you’ll break the bed!”

“Worth it,” laughed Tharn, gripping Type’s face to pull him into a bruising kiss.

Type caught Tharn’s tongue between his teeth, keeping him from doing anything more as punishment for his little trick. Deaf to the man’s pleading moans, he let go of the tongue in favour of biting down Tharn’s lower lip this time, teeth and tongue teasing in turn. 

Sensing he wouldn’t get his way just yet, Tharn pulled himself free to redirect his attention to Type’s throat. With a precision born from practice, Tharn sucked on that patch of skin that had the ability of making Type go boneless under him. The latter sucked in a sharp breath as the other man’s lips found their way to his sensitive skin. 

It was pitiful, but he couldn’t help but run his fingers in the dark locks to encourage Tharn further. Type could feel the tension melt from his muscled, his frown easing in an instant as Tharn’s wet tongue caressed just above his pulse point.

Tharn gripped Type’s hips a little tighter as he heard and felt against his mouth his own name being called in a throaty moan.

This man was going to be the end of him.

His blood felt like it was suddenly on fire, his brain frenetic and each second he wasn’t touching Type was just a waste of time.

Sitting up on Type’s thighs, Tharn urged him to follow suit by pulling him by his flanks, removing his white shirt in one quick move. Type naked arms encircled Tharn’s hips in a nice imitation of Tharn’s previous grip on him. Type’s lips found their way to the collar bones exposed by the black tank top, evading and hiding from Tharn’s kisses.

The musician let Type have his fun, running his large hands on the muscled back, feeling the heat against his palms. 

Not only were Type’s hair coarser than his from all his time spent under the sun, his skin was also naturally darker and beautifully tanned. The contrast between their skin tone hooked into something hot and deep inside Tharn’s belly.

As Type’s kiss marred his skin, the musician could only pant heavily, rubbing his fingers more deeply against hard muscles.

“You’re so perfect, Type.”

A bite against his pectoral was his reward for his trouble. Tharn grabbed him by the hair and pushed back until Type’s face was offered to him.

“Brat.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a woman,” came the huffy answer.

“I’m talking to you like you’re my lover.”

Type tried to fight back some more as Tharn lowered his face for a kiss. Without letting go of the dark hair, Tharn grabbed him firmly by the cheeks to stop his movements.

“Let me kiss you.”

“You’ll lose your tongue if you try,” but the warning only made Tharn smile some more.

“Worth it.”

Tharn did not, in fact, lose his tongue, but actually managed to get access to his coveted prize. Both men’s tongues met in a mess of hard breaths and wet caress. Rolling against one another, their tongues teased mercilessly, lips pressed firmly together. There’s nowhere else in the world Tharn would rather be than here, breathing in the same air as Type as their tongues danced against each other. 

Tharn let him go, almost regretfully, but not before kissing his cheek and his temple. Grabbing the two little packs from the bed, he gave one to his boyfriend.

“This one is for you.”

“Watermelon?” asked Type, licking is shiny lips. “Is this how you ask for a blowjob?”

Tharn had a hard time gulping down at that visual: Type, helplessly splayed out on his back, taking his hard cock down his throat, hardly breathing while trying not to choke on it.

“No, as much as I’d love that,” Type kneeling on the floor, licking and sucking at his cock, his big doe eyes watering. “This is for me to suck on. I love watermelon.”

“Tharn! What the fuck!”

Tharn pushed him back on the bed, starting the descent on his body. The musician let his hands wander, enjoying the feel of taught muscles and soft skin. He always marvelled at the evidence of Type’s athletic background, with how much Techno complained about Type ditching practice. His muscles were discreet but powerful, formed through time of swimming in the sea and running up and down a football field. Type’s body made him want to go to medical school just so he could know the name of the muscle he was licking. 

The man was squirming under him, trying to bring some friction to the dick trapped in his shorts, chest heaving as Tharn bit down on his nipple.

Feeling his boyfriend’s dick pressing up against his own stomach, Tharn hooked his fingers under the elastic of the underwear and brought both clothes down in one movement. Type’s member was already half hard and just begging to be touched.

“So beautiful,” he whispered against the other’s hip, grabbing the shiny green package still in Type’s loose grip. 

He opened the package, but before rolling the condom out, Tharn gave the head a couple of appreciative licks to bring it to full hardness. Type jolted under him, killing the moan that had started in his throat at the contact.

It was almost regretfully that Tharn put the condom on the now hard dick, enjoying the bitter taste of his boyfriend on his tongue, but curiosity gave him the last push.

It surely smelt of watermelon, but the smell of latex was mixed in as well. With the tip of the tongue, Tharn traced the underside of Type’s dick. The smell was definitely more faithful than the taste, it was a strange feeling to have his mouth full of cock and taste such a fruity flavour.

Tharn took him deep in his throat, trying to push his nose in Type’s lower belly and get back to the smell of man. Under him, Type was gripping at the sheets until his hold became shaky. Tharn had no business being so good at sucking cock. He was torn between watching Tharn take him so deep, comfortably settled between his thighs, and throwing his head back on the bed, struggling to handle the waves of pleasure making his legs tremble. 

As Tharn kept on sucking down Type’s dick, enjoying the hardness against his tongue, he pressed the pad of his thumb on the soft patch of skin under the man’s balls. Type buckled up, a shout stripped out of him by pleasure and surprise as he felt himself getting out of breath. His only salvation was the grounding weight of Tharn’s grip on his hips, holding him firmly against the mattress. 

“Tharn…”

“Shhh baby, I got you.”

Tharn blindly patted the blanket in search of the lube he’d thrown there when he grabbed the condoms, finding it at the edge of the mattress, probably pushed all the way over there by all their movement.

“It doesn’t taste half bad you know,” started Tharn, coating his fingers in a layer of lube. “But I do miss tasting you, Type.”

Type was still trying to catch his breath, taking longer than usual to understand what his boyfriend ment.

“I really love tasting your cum,” continued Tharn, scraping his teeth against Type’s hip, gently sucking a bruise there.

“Shut up,” came the huffy reply. But Tharn wouldn’t listen, he simply kept on muttering against Type’s lower stomach. 

“Mouthing at your head, licking your slit.”

“Tharn shut up.”

“You always make the most delicious sounds. So lovely, very desperate.”

“Damn it Tharn-”

All the while, the man ignored the exposed dick and delicious hole, both ready for the taking and desperate for attention. He rubbed his forehead against Type’s inner thigh.

“I love when you cry my name, it makes me want to fuck your brain out until it’s the only think you’ll ever remember.” 

“Fuck Tharn, just take the stupid condom off then!”

Tharn raised his head, meeting Type’s eyes, so shiny and pitifully failing at hiding his desperation.

“Mmh, no. You’ll keep it, it’ll be easy to clean for once.

“Tharn you’re so-”

Tharn wouldn’t know what he was exactly, as he pushed a first finger into Type’s entrance, successfully cutting the man’s swearing. 

Type instinctively went to close his legs to make sure the feeling wouldn’t slip away, however Tharn pushed back against his knee with his free hand.

Type could barely remember what it felt like to think of that sensation as strange, when being entered by his boyfriend’s agile fingers made him feel anything else but taken care of. Tharn’s mouth was back on his hardness, still probing deeply into him with purpose. The bastard knew exactly where he should be putting pressure, he was simply enjoying delaying it.

Type’s hips started to rock into the feeling, almost as an afterthought, half fucking up into Tharn’s mouth, half impaling himself on his finger. Before he could find his own prostate, Tharn inserted a second finger, making him moan once again in relief. Type let go of their bed sheets, gripping softly at Tharn’s hair, less guiding him than grounding himself.

At the feeling of fingers in his locks, Tharn couldn’t help but moan on Type’s dick, unable to help his excitement at feeling Type slowly coming undone. He picked up the pace of his wrist, entering and stretching the man under him with more vigour. He crooked his fingers against the soft inner walls and once more had to keep Type’s hips down as he jerked up.

“Tharn please I want you.”

“I know you do baby, I want to be in you so bad.”

Type whimpered as Tharn kept on abusing his prostate, feeling his back arch up. It was so good and yet not nearly enough. He wanted Tharn to pound into him, fuck up until he’ll beg him to let him cum already.

“You’re so fucking pretty Type. I think about you all the time. You know people started to say my music sounds better now? That’s because you’re the only thing I can think about when I’m behind my drums.”

Type felt his eye water as a third finger pushed in suddenly, 

“Tharn…”

“I even dream of us at night you know. I haven’t been safe from you since you crossed the door of our dorm. You should take responsibility, Type.”

“Tharn! I need you to fuck me.”

“Do you?”

Groaning in frustration, Type propped himself up on his elbows, and grabbed the second condom, abandoned on the bed the moment Tharn had started playing with his body. He grabbed the pack and tore it with a violence that made Tharn raise his eyebrows.

“Baby is impatient to-”

Before he could finish his observation, Type grabbed him firmly by his back hair and forced him up.

“Now Tharn,” he threatened before crushing their mouths together.

Tharn laughed in the kiss, feverishly pushing against Type’s tongue with his own, trapping a handful of dark hair between his own fingers. He let himself get lost in the feeling of that warm tongue against his, caressing each other relentlessly. With one more peck on these tempting lips, Tharn pulled away to remove his clothes, helped by Type’s frantic hands.

Once naked, Type encircled his dick with a hand, slowly running his hand up and down Tharn’s hardness, pushing his thumb against the head, spreading the pre-cum on the rest of his length. Tharn let him, breathing hard at seeing these pretty hands pleasing him, enjoying almost more Type’s famished look.

He grabbed the already torn package and pulled out the ribbed condom.

“Put it on,” he ordered, handing it to Type.

The latter compiled, rolling it down the hard length excruciatingly slowly, finishing his task by caressing’s Tharn balls.

With tense hands, Tharn grabbed the other’s hips and pushed him over.

“On your knees, and stay like this.”

Making sure his boyfriend would comply, he grabbed him by the shoulder and seethed his dick deep in Type in a swift movement. 

Type mouth fell open, but no sound came out as the onslaught of pleasure left him voiceless. Tharn didn’t leave him time to adjust, starting to fuck into him at a punishing pace.

Tharn licked his lips, savouring the feeling of finally being buried deep into Type, that brat his heart loved above everyone else with all his attitude and rough edges. He snapped his pelvis forward, slapping Type’s ass with his hips. Being balls deep in Type was an unparalleled experience. He wished he’d be allowed to simply lock them in their condo forever and fuck Type day and night.

Type’s elbow started to give in from the strength of the thrusts, bringing him down until he bit down into the comforter to muffle his moans. Noticing, Tharn spanked his ass, the sound of the slap resonating in the whole apartment, covering Type own whimper at the contact.

“I said to stay up Type,” he reminded, pulling at Type’s hair, forcing him to straighten up. “So be good and stay up.”

He didn’t let go of Type’s hair, grabbing his hip firmly with his other hand as he kept pushing his cock in and out restlessly. 

“Tharn… Tharn,” his lover’s name what all Type could articulate as waves of pleasure kept trying to push him over the edge. 

Tharn’s dick was abusing his prostate, pushing violently against it over and over. Remembering to breathe was all he could do as the musician kept filling him up full of dick, over and over again. He couldn’t even bring himself to touch his own neglected length. He could already feel his orgasm building up deep in his guts.

“Tharn… Tharn I’m gonna cum…”

At the warning, Tharn quickly wrapped his long fingers around him, preventing Type from finishing before his boyfriend was fully satisfied. Type voiced a broken moan, almost a sob, bringing his own hand around the musician's bigger one.

“Tharn please-”

“Not yet, I want you to ride me baby.”

Despite the statement, Tharn didn’t let go of him just yet, fucking a bit longer like that, still holding firmly onto Type’s hair. 

He eventually let Type crash onto the bed, regretfully pulling out to reposition himself on his back.

Type pulled himself up with desperation, barely waiting for Tharn to have made himself comfortable before climbing over him. 

“Yes baby, you’re so perfect, come fuck yourself on my dick.”

Type let another whine escape from deep within his chest, aligning Tharn’s dick with his hole and letting himself sit down on it. He moaned deeply at the new angle, hands pressed firmly over Tharn’s chest to stabilise himself. Kneading Tharn’s pectorals, Type rose up and down on his dick, rolling his hips to find the right angle. 

Tharn raised his arms above his head and used them as a head rest, enjoying the view. He wasn't exactly sure what he had done to deserve such a view, but he had every intention of keeping him forever.

His boyfriend was so beautiful, brows frowned in concentration from angling himself, forehead shining from a thin layer of sweat, mouth ajar as he gulped down quick breaths of air. Tharn felt overwhelmed by how much he loved that man, not for the first time marveling at the fact this man was in fact his boyfriend. His to hold, his to love, his to fuck.

The last thought made him snap his pelvis up, jolsting Type some more as he pushed firmly against Tharn chest.

Pushing on his legs, Type fucked himself on Tharn, hips rolling in a rhythm that was more sensuous than fast. He moaned deep and loud with each impalation, bringing his hands down to push against Tharn’s abs. The latter felt his mouth water at seeing Type use him for his own pleasure, eyes closed and lost in the moment. But as much as he loved seeing this blissful sight, the thought of not being on Type’s mind felt intolerable. 

Tharn brought himself up and hugged his boyfriend at the waist, bringing their chest flush together. The act brought Type back, glassy black eyes finding his own in an instant. Without breaking eye contact, the musician kissed his chin, then his lips in a simple peck. 

“Look at me Type,” he whispered, so close their lips kept brushing as he spoke. “I want you to look at me, and I want you to see me when you cum.”

Type whimpered against Tharn’s mouth, not daring to disobey even if the pleasure was too much. Tharn’s eyes were making his insides clench in ways he didn’t know where possible.

“Don’t you dare look away Type.”

Still holding him tight against his chest, Tharn helped Type’s movement, letting his own grunts die against Type’s lips. Breathing against each other's mouth, Type felt the pressure of his orgasm build up deep within, just out of his grasp, his moans silent. 

And suddenly, just the slightest shift of movement brought his prostate down hard on Tharn, destroying the dam, making him cum untouched. The waves of pleasure crashed into him almost violently as he didn’t dare look away from his lover. Helpless and left to enjoy the pleasure completely exposed. He clenched down hard on Tharn who raised a hand to hold Type’s face in place.  

Tharn clenched his jaw hard, unable to handle the sight of Type lost in a haze of bliss but still obediently listening to his order. The clenching around his member felt like too much, and a few more strokes inside Type’s clenching hole were all it took to bring Tharn to completion.

Grunting at his orgasm against Type, he felt his whole body relaxing slowly while he kept on cumming into the condom. 

At last, he let go of Type’s face, burying his own in the footballer’s chest, breathing deeply.

“I just need a minute,” he explained, slurring his words.

Type didn’t answer, but decided instead to pet his hair, letting himself relax in turn in the still unyielding grip around his waist. 

Only as he felt himself finally soften inside Type did Tharn allow them to fall on their sides, still hugging. Slowly, he pulled out and disentangled himself enough to get rid of both their condoms, throwing them somewhere on the floor next to the bed. As soon as that was done, Type clenched at his shoulder and brought him back against his chest.

“One more minute,” was his only explanation, but Tharn was more than happy to comply.

Kissing his lover over his heart, Tharn breathed deeply the musky and sweaty after sex smell.

He wouldn’t exchange Type’s gift for anything.

#tharntype the series #tharntype #tharn x type

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And Suddenly, Green Eyes

Thanks very much @nomoredarksadlonelybatman for the lovely request, I hope you’ll enjoy this. :D

Lenght: 1.7K Pairing: Khai x Third Summary: Khai’s romantic history is longer than the phone book, he’s very familiar with the concept of exes. And yet, he somehow wasn’t prepared to learn that Third had one as well. AO3 link

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Khai wasn’t the one, in their group of gangsters, you’d go to if you ever needed advice. He knew it and wasn’t discontent with that knowledge. Khai’s departement was more around comfort and cheering up. If you felt down and just wanted a change of mind or pace, Khai was your man. His personality was exuberant, just on that side of overwhelming that it was impossible to focus on anything but him. Great for distractions.

If you wanted a sympathetic advice, you asked Two, if you wanted a practical one, you went for Third. If you wanted a crazy advice, Bone would be more than happy to oblige.

And yet, Khai would still tell anyone that would listen, and also many that couldn’t care less, that they should all just fall in love with their best friends and start dating already.

He had had his fair share of romantic experiences. Many would say he overindulged for a long time. And yet dating his best friend was an unprecedented experience for him. Things just… made sense. He could be flirty and seductive in the morning, enticing Third into following him in bed, despite all reason and fake excuses, with just the right look or the touch of a finger. And then be an absolute mess in the evening, too drunk and walking straight into a poll or vomiting over his favourite shoes without fear the other would be revulsed. Well, the vomiting part definitely revulsed Third, he still led him home and cleaned him up before holding him in bed all night.

They also knew each other inside and out. How one preferred their coffee in the morning, which snack were the other’s favourite. How one absolutely hated a particular smell while the other couldn’t stand a random noise.

Sometimes, it also meant they knew a little bit too much.

“Hey Khai, didn’t you promise that girl you’d become an idol so you could sing love songs for her in front of the whole world?”

Two Bone and Khai all turned in the direction Third was pointing out with a head nod. Next to a juice stall, in the middle of the busy mall, was standing a stunning young woman. Her hair was white and braided in complex loops at the back of her head, giving a lovely view of her face. ‘Moji’ supplied his brain. Third had a formidable memory.

“I didn’t know you said that,” laughed Bone, sipping on his frozen coffee without trying to hide his mockery. 

“How’s the career going for you Khai?” continued Two, bumping their shoulders together. 

Not one to take the teasing lying down, Khai turned his nose up and looked at his friends with contempt.

“It’s a work in progress, but my friends are definitely bringing me down.” 

The three broke in a concert of good natured protest so sudden that some bystanders turned to look at that.

“Third? Is it really you?” 

The unknown voice came from a man, tall, pretty much their age. His features were simple, Khai wouldn’t turn around if their path crossed in the street, but he was built like an athlete: strong shoulders, broad chest, thick thighs. He was accompanied by a shorter male, a foreigner with blond hair, that looked at them with a curiosity Khai imagined must be reflected in his own eyes.

“Ard? I can’t believe this!” 

Third had a large smile, the kind Khai knew for a fact was sincere, which only helped to exacerbated his interest. He didn’t remember anyone called Ard, and he certainly didn’t remember that face. But him and Third looked quite comfortable around each other.

“Since when are you back in Thailand?” asked Third, getting closer to the man.

“I arrived last weekend. I’ll just be staying 2 weeks to visit family and then I’ll be going back.”

“Still living in Germany?”

“Yes, you remembered!”

Both men seemed to have forgotten their respective groups and were happily catching up with the usual ‘and what do you do know’ or even ‘you look great!’ or ‘we should have lunch before you leave’. Khai made eye contact with the foreigner who smiled at him and wai-ed back, which seemed to catch Third’s attention at last.

“Ah, Ard. These are my friends, we met at Uni, we all work together now. This is Bone, Two, and Khai.”

“This is Lee, my boyfriend.”

They all greeted each other properly, and Ard put an arm on the blond’s shoulder to bring him closer.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to barge in during your free time, I was just so surprised to see you Third.”

“I’m happy you saw me. Your Line ID is still the same?” wondered the shorter man, grabbing his phone to check his contacts.

“Yes, message me and we can grab some food soon!”

Shortly after checking both still had the other in their contacts, Ard and Lee left to continue their window shopping.

“So, who was this guy Third? I don’t remember him from anywhere,” asked Two, beating Khai to the punch.

“You guys never met Ard. We were in high school together. He left for Europe just before Uni to join a football club. He was already super good back in the days.

“Get us free tickets for a cool match! Use your connections!” pleaded Bone, already checking which games they could hope to snatch tickets to.

“I haven’t spoken to him in 4 years, I’m not going to pester him for free tickets Bone.”

“Come on!” joined Khai, grabbing Third by the arm to make his plea more efficient. “What’s the point of having famous friends if you can’t get some things out of it?”

Third scoffed, but didn’t try to dislodge him.

“First of all, that’s a terrible way of thinking. Second, he’s not exactly my friend.”

“That’s not what it looked like, you guys seemed pretty close,” said Two.

“Well… we were.” conceded Third, shuffling slightly from one foot to the other. He glanced briefly at Khai before refocusing on the other two. “But that’s because we used to… well. We used to date.”

Once again, their shouts made people turn around with worry.

“Third banged a football super star!”

“Way to go Third! I’m so proud of you!” Two actually clapped him in the back for that.

“I don’t know that he’s a super star…”

“He didn’t say no to the banging…” muttered Bone.

Yup, Khai had noted that as well.

So they may know so, so much about each other. But apparently there were still some secrets to unravel.

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“So… How long were you guys together?”

Third looked up from the spring onions he was slicing, starting to prepare their dinner for  the evening. Khai was posted on the other side of the worktop, picking at his nails, elbows propped against the counter. It took Third a second to put the random question in context and remember their meeting with Ard earlier today.

“Mhh… we started dating our last year of high school, so a bit under a year.”

‘Less than us, take that super star’ thought Khai, pursing his lips in an attempt to hide a smirk.

“Why did you break up?” he wondered, trying to maintain a light tone. 

“Well, he went to Germany to play football. It was kind of natural to break up,” explained Third, moving from his spring onions to little green pepper, chopping and cleaning the vegetables.

“I see. Is he any good? What position does he play in?”

“I’m not sure, I think it was something like attacker maybe? Is it the right name?”

“You dated a footballer for a year and you don’t even know the name of the positions? Did you not talk when you were together”

At that, Third raised a brow and looked at his boyfriend through his eyelashes.

“We were a bit too busy to talk about football.” 

“Why? What were you doing?” asked Khai, frowning.

Third simply stared at him, blinking slowly.

Khai gasped.

“You little pervert!”

“Are you serious right now?! Why do you care anyways? That was half a decade ago,” complained the shorter man, abandoning his knife, crossing his arms on his chest and staring down at his boyfriend with an incredulous look.

“Well, would you go back to him?”

Third felt his eyebrow raise incredulously. He couldn’t make much sense of the conversation overall, but Khai seemed to grow agitated, abandoning all pretense of nonchalance.

“He has a boyfriend.”

The answer only seemed to offend him further. 

“That’s not what I asked!” he shouted.

“Of course no. You’re talking nonsense Khai, stop it.”

“And if he didn’t have a boyfriend? Would you go back to him?”

Third had to take a deep breath to avoid shouting himself. Khai soft features were furrowed and tense. Only 3 years of experience of pining allowed Third to recognise that look for what it was: jealousy. 

What an idea, Imagining that Khai would ever feel jealousy for him. His cold way with women never left anyone with the slightest shadow of a doubt. Never gave anyone any reason to wonder if, maybe, Third could ever not love Khai.

Third was left flagabaster for an instant before snapping out of it. Going around the counter, he walked to Khai that was staring at him, as if afraid today was the day he’d get stabbed. Instead, he slowly slid his arms around the taller man’s neck and brought him into a firm hug.

“Khai. When Ard left, I was sad because we got along quite well, and he was the first boy I did stuff with. I recovered in a summer. And then I met you and frankly Ard completely slipped my mind. If you left for Germany, I wouldn’t get over it. I’d come with you”

Khai hugged him back, bringing him as close as he could. He buried his nose in the soft mass of hair and smelled Third’s usual brand of shampoo as he left his tense shoulders relax.

“Does it have to be Germany?”

“What?” asked Third, confused. He pulled back to look at his boyfriend’s face.

“I don’t really want to go to Germany. Would you follow me to Korea or Australia maybe.”

Third half laughed, half sighed, and definitely rolled his eyes.

“Germany is a metaphor, I’d follow you anywhere, dumbass.”

Third pulled down until their lips met in a kiss, softly brushing together while they breathed the same air. Khai grabber Third’s hips in an inviting grip, slithering a hand under his shirt to gently rub the delicate skin underneath. As Khai slotted a knee between Third’s legs, he could only spare the ex-boyfriend one last thought. 

‘He’s the dumbass, who could give up on these lips just to kick a ball around.’

#theory of love #khai x third #khai #third #khaithird #third x khai

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Hey everyone!

Please find my humble contribution to the Tharntype fandom.

Title: Agape & Eros

It's just 2k of slow sex, enjoy.

You can also read it on AO3 if you'd prefer.

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Type had taught Tharn quite a lot, more than he thought he could learn from that angry young man that had liked to trash his belongings in the hope of making him flee from their dorm. Type had shown him resilience, shown him protectiveness like never had he seen it before, had shown him just how much people can change and thrive. How much they can love.

Tharn had taught Type so much in return. But from the very first day, as soon as he had seen him, Type had known he would learn from the handsome man. He learned about acceptance and devotion. He’d learned about gentleness and adoration.

Not all lessons managed to stick quite as successfully, though. Tharn’s favourite, the one he wouldn’t let go despite how much Type whined about it, was the one about patience.

“Tharn you asshole! Get on with it!”

Only Type could sound so annoyed and entitled despite being naked, ass up, head down, while his boyfriend brushed his blunt nails against the soft skin of his thighs. Tharn ignored him, simply smiling as he pushed his knees further apart just because he could.

Tharn squeezed Type’s muscled thighs once more, before bringing his attention up to his exposed ass, ready for the taking. Kneading each cheek and parting them slowly, Tharn was focusing on the muffled noises Type was desperately pretending didn’t come from him.

What a lovely view, Tharn could clearly see Type’s already hard cock and his balls just begging to be touched. Just like his hole that would soon be stuffed full of Tharn’s dick. Without giving a chance to the young man to complain any more, Tharn started devouring him, enjoying his task as much as he did hearing the weak sounds coming from the other man.

Type wasn’t always on board with being eaten out. He liked to tell Tharn it was because it took much longer than simply being prepped with fingers. Truth was, the process was always flirting with overwhelming. Too exposed, too good, almost too intimate. He had to be in a soft mood to let Tharn do that.

Being awoken in the middle of the night by a horny Tharn was just disorienting enough that he had allowed it.

If it hadn’t felt so good, he might have regretted it.

Meanwhile, he was doing his best to contain himself, to preserve some dignity. Dignity he didn’t feel like he had anymore at all. Type felt like a desperate cat in heat, back arching prettily to give better access to his boyfriend, muffling his moans into the mattress, powerless to stop the pulse of desire coming from deep within his belly.

A whine was stripped from his throat as Tharn’s mouth was joined by a first finger, pushing deep inside of him.

“Fuck Tharn, hurry.”

Tharn straightened a little, still pushing inside Type and enjoying the way he was clenching down on his single digit. He ran his other hand along Type’s spine, pushing him down just a little bit more, enjoying the smooth skin exposed, loving how the weak light of the nightstand’s lamp made Type’s skin glow like honey.

“Maybe if you ask nicely…”

“Come on Tharn!”

“That’s not nice,” he replied, stilling the movement of both his hands.

Type groaned and tried to roll his hips back to find some of that friction back, but Tharn didn’t let him indulge in it.

“Tharn! Come on! Please…”

Tharn felt a smile stretch his lips, kissing one of Type ass cheek.

“That’s much better.”

Tharn grabbed some more lube to coat another finger and pushing his second finger in Type’s ass, kissing his lower back as a deep moan broke the quiet of the night.

Tharn copped his own dick through the thin fabric of his boxers, relieving the pressure for a second. He was ridiculously hard already, could feel every muscle of his body taunt, desperate to take Type just like that, pound into him so hard he’d lose his breath, fuck him until dawn, destroy the love of his life hard into the mattress.

But not tonight, Tharn wanted something different, something he could hardly get during the day, but that he could take in the latest hours of the night.

Slowly, he stretched Type’s entrance, pushing against his prostate to make Type moan and tremble, sliding in and out to make him whine, licking that sensitive skin just behind his balls to make him buckle like a startled foan.

“Tharn, I need you, I’m good. Come fuck me,” pleaded Type, out of breath.

“Not yet, it’s too soon.”

“It’s not, it’s fine, you won’t hurt me,” Type reassurance wasn’t as effective as he hoped, his mumbling sounding almost drunken.

“You’re right, I won’t hurt you,” agreed his boyfriend, inserting a third finger. Tharn gripped Type’s dark hair, keeping him in place just in case he decided to turn around and ride him out of sheer frustration.

That wouldn’t do for tonight. He loved Type more than life itself, he’d give up everything he had to please Type. He also had no trust in him taking things slow.

Finally satisfied that Type was appropriately stretched out to take him comfortably, Tharn removed his fingers, and gently tapped the man’s flank. Type trembling thighs were only too happy to comply and soon Tharn was once more face to face with his boyfriend’s frowning at him.

“What’s so hard to understand in ‘Fuck me already’?” he accused, huffing. “You’re so slow tonight Tharn.”

Tharn laughed affectionately as he shed his underwear, sighing pleasantly as his hardness was finally freed of the meager barrier. He climbed back between Type’s legs, opening them until Type’s thighs encircled his waist.

These thighs, Tharn wanted to die between them.

Resting on his forearms, Tharn softly rubbed his nose against Type’s, caressing a thumb over his frowning eyebrows.

“We’re only starting.”

A kiss and then another, just a press of lips before Type’s tongue brushed his lower lip. The next kiss was open mouthed, breaths short as their tongues met, pushing against one another, soft, strong, needy. The wet noise seemed to resonate in Tharn ears and go straight to his already painfully hard dick.

He could still remember what he felt like kissing Tar. He had loved it so. It was sweet. It had been so loving. Tar was a sweet boy, and his kisses were just like him. They had spent hours and hours kissing contentedly when they were dating.

Kissing Type was like pushing a switch in Tharn’s brain. He could feel it in his whole body, heat pooling in his chest, making his blood boil. It made him lose focus on everything that wasn’t Type. Kissing him was addictive, made him feel deep in his gut the need to press close, always closer, to be inside him, to have him all around. He never actually managed to just kiss Type for hours. His body wouldn’t allow it. Type’s kisses were as wild as the man.

Type caught Tharn’s tongue between his teeth, sucking on it had Tharn moaning from deep within his chest.

Tharn brought his hips down, making them both groan at the contact. Panting, Type blindly grabbed a condom from the night table and pushed one against his boyfriend’s chest.

Tharn straightened up, no more than necessary, slipped the condom on and lubed himself up. He hooked one of Type’s legs into the hollow of his elbow, positioning himself at the man’s entrance.

He entered him with deep thrust, muffling Type’s moan in another kiss. The musician took a moment to take the sensation in, enjoying the heat and the tight pressure all around his cock.

Tharn started moving slowly, without breaking the kiss, rolling his hips in a relaxed rhythm, pulling out almost completely, only to come back deep right after. Type moans were soft against his lips, he slotted his arms under Tharn’s and gripped his shoulders in a tight hold.

Tharn’s hips kept on rolling slowly, purposefully, at a regular pace that Type sooned matched as well. He wouldn’t pick up the speed of his thrusts, simply keeping an ear out as we adjusted the angle of his hips slightly.

Type suddenly broke their kiss, throwing his head back against the pillow, a surprised moan breaking the peacefulness of their apartment.

Tharn took advantage of Type’s exposed throat, nipping at the sensitive skin, still keeping on rolling his hips oh so slowly, at the same angle that had made Type lose himself.

The slow pace helped Type contain his pitiful groans into breathy gasps as Tharn kept on pressing into him at that perfect angle, making him want to crawl out of his own skin from pleasure.

Having his boyfriend cage him down felt too much on top of the constant thrusting that Type could swear he was feeling at the back of his throat.

Just as he was feeling out of breath and his gasps were getting louder, Tharn pushed his tongue into his slightly ajar lips, forcing him into a kiss as slow and deep as his fucking was. Type kept on running his hands against the warm back of his boyfriend in a desperate attempt to ground himself.

He could feel his dick leaking pre cum against his stomach at each press against his prostate. The pressure in his lower belly felt overwhelming and not enough at the same time, Type felt like an animal desperate to be wreaked.

And Tharn was staring at his face, these beautiful dark eyes never leaving his features, staring at him with so much open love Type had to hide his face in the musician’s neck. They should have fucked with their light turned off.

Unfortunately for him, Tharn hadn’t had enough just yet. He pushed his boyfriend’s face back down for a peck on the lips before putting their foreheads together. With each new thrust, he could see Type’s features turning more and more desperate, his eyebrows furrowing in an expression that could almost have been pained.

Tharn wasn’t sure how long he kept on screwing Type’s brain out, the slow pace being just a little too slow to allow him to come quite yet. If he missed the usual sound of skin on skin resonating in their apartment, Type gasps and moans, louder and louder, were a lovely replacement.

Type suddenly gripped at his hair, nuzzling against his face.

“Tharn, please, you can have anything. Anything you want I’ll give you. Ask and I’ll give it to you. Please, but fuck me faster. I need you to wreak me Tharn.”

The musician took a deep breath against his boyfriend’s temple, looking down at his pretty face and too shiny eyes.

“Silly boy, I already have everything I want right here.”

But fuck if he wasn’t going to give Type what he wanted after he begged so nicely.

Hooking Type’s leg a little bit higher, Tharn slammed into the body under him almost violently compared to the lazy pace he’d had so far. Type grip was deadly on his shoulders as a shout was stripped from him.

Tharn’s pace has become punishing, making the bed under them squeak in protest.

Type’s moans sounded closer to sobs as breathing became more and more of a challenge each time Tharn slammed home. He was at his breaking point, and a couple of strokes on his own dick was all it took for his orgasm to completely overwhelm him, making him see stars.

Type shouting and contracting under him was too much for Tharn as well, who came in hot spurs, stilling deep inside his boyfriend.

Tharn stayed still for a long moment, feeling like he was just keeping on cumming. He let his head fall against Type’s neck and took a deep breath there. When he felt Type’s grip on his shoulders finally relax, he slowly detached himself.

Not wanting to let go, he quickly got rid of the condom and cleaned Type up with some wet wipes, finally spooning him from behind.

Kissing the back of his neck, the musician hugged his boyfriend tight against his torso.

Already half asleep, Type put his hands above Tharn’s, snuggling back against him.

“Love you too, Type.”

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I want to go back into writing and exercise my writing muscles once again. If anyone has any prompts at all they'd like me to try my hand on, do lemme know! :D

Happy to work on any of the following series:

-Sotus

-Tharntype

-Dark Blue Kiss

-2gether

-Why r u?

-Theory of love

I'll add more fandoms as I watch more dramas hahaha

#sotus the series #kongpob x arthit #2gether the series #sarawatine #why r u the series #fighter x tutor #zon x saifah #theory of love #petekao #khai x third #tharn x type #tharntype #tharntype the series