THARNTYPE ONE SHOTS

Bonus: For our anniversary

Read at your own risk! 18+ ONLY! (I know 20,000 of you are like 10, but I have to put it)

Note: This is a bottom Tharn chapter. Hope you enjoy!

Tharn lay in bed wracking his brain on what to get Type for their 10th anniversary. It was today and he still hadn't gotten him anything. Over the years, Type had gotten more thoughtful in his own shy way and Tharn couldn't get him anything but the best. Tharn looked at his lover beside him. What would he want? 

That was the question Tharn had been asking himself for a while now. Just recently, he'd won an award for one of his songs. His career was taking off and his family and friends were proud of him. Type had given him his whole body as a prize last night. Tharn smiled big at the thought. Nothing was more important than his husband. He consumed his every thought. Even in the midst of all the great things going on in his life, he could only think of how to please him. How to make him so happy that he'd finally realize how much he loved him. 

"Ai Type, how can I still love you so much after 10 years?" Tharn murmured out loud. His eyes traveled down the expanse of skin Type was showing. 

The sheets covered his sleeping lover only up to his hips, baring his beautifully tanned skin to Tharn's gaze. Usually, Type woke up before Tharn, but he was exhausted. Tharn grinned as he thought about everything they did to exhaust him so much. 

Tharn's hand reached out subconsciously to touch the warm skin and his fingers trailed down Type's spine. Type shivered under his fingers. His hand slid down his skin slowly and took the sheets away to bare Type's bottom. 

Type woke up with a groan and tried to get back the sheets, but Tharn threw them on the floor. His hand caressed Type's arm and his lips descended on his shoulder. He showered him with kisses. 

"Hmmm..." Type groaned. Tharn bit at his back and this finally woke him up. 

Type's head turned around to glare at a grinning Tharn. "Ai Tharn, stop it." 

Tharn pouted in the way that always broke Type down. That pout which made him go to the mall with him that time to buy those sheets, the pout that made him go see dorms with him even though he didn't want to. Even after 10 years, Type wavered. 

"Ai Type, where's my morning kiss?" 

"You already got a thousand of them. Let me get up." Type said in a grumpy tone. 

Tharn looked down at Type as he turned around in his arms. Their bare chests were pressed together. Tharn tried to bury his face in Type's neck, but Type pushed his head away and rolled off the bed. 

Tharn reached out like a little kid. "Ai Type...come here," he whined. Type approached him slowly and leaned down to kiss Tharn softly. "Happy anniversary, Ai Hia" he murmured. He backed up with a laugh and Tharn smiled.

"Happy anniversary!" Tharn's smile faded as he thought of the fact he didn't have a gift yet. Type frowned at Tharn's worried expression. He was about to ask him to fix his face when Tharn's phone pinged on the night stand. 

Type picked it up and looked at the notification. It was a series of texts from P'San.

I got you a congratulation gift for your song. 

It's on its way. 

From your one and only, San. 

P.S. Hope Type sees this.

Type frowned and threw the phone at a naked Tharn. Tharn caught it. "Who is it?"

Type's pissed off expression didn't leave any options. " It's that stupid senior I still can't stand. You know, your one and only?"