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[whyamistillwatchingtheseshows]

Ugh, I love and hate writing smut..someone @sweet-potatoq asked for birthday sex in the TT tag...lord knows I ain’t no expert but here have this: 

“Tharn aren’t you forgetting something?” The day was waning away. Type knew that he could get what he wanted on any other day, but he figured that he’d definitely be getting it on his birthday of all days. Tharn hadn’t answered so he spoke louder. “Tharn, aren’t you forgetting something?” 

“I don't think so.” Tharn came from the little kitchenette and Type chuckled. 

“You and that ice.” 

“You know you want some?” Tharn put a piece between his teeth, stepping closer into the living room. Type remained sitting on the couch, wondering, hoping, wishing, Tharn would receive the message. Tharn fell into his lap and Type grabbed him by the neck. They easily melted the ice cube. Type would think by now he’d be used to it and he could stop the feeling of shivers down his spine. Ice cold and warm. Type sensed Tharn’s need to shift so he firmly grasped him by the thighs. 

“It’s my birthday,” he growled in Tharn’s ear. “Be patient a moment, hmm?” Tharn pouted a little bit. Type reached for another piece of ice. This piece was a little bigger, but Type didn’t care because that kept their tongues tangled for a longer amount of time and it kept Tharn in his lap. Type ran hands up his back underneath his shirt. Tharn wrenched away, eating the last of the ice and threw off his shirt. Tharn scrambled to take off Type’s and once again there it was. Tharn’s primal need to take control. 

“Just stay here with me. It’s a gift I want to breathe in since it’ll probably never happen again,” Type whispers, tangling fingers into Tharn’s hair. They lock eye contact. Tharn doesn’t say anything. He just stares. “Don't worry, you asshole, Tharn, you can and will have your way with me soon enough.” Tharn smirks. 

“I have no patience.”

“You’re worse than me,” Type says and smashes their lips together again. Tharn’s lips release to move into Type’s neck. Apparently, that’s enough to subdue Type into the shift. Suddenly, he’s lifted and being thrown to the bed. Tharn continues to kiss his neck, then smashes lips onto his cheek, into his lips. Type grips his shoulders as Tharn releases again, letting his lips travel down Type’s chest. A tongue sucked at a nipple, then lips kissed over his abdomen. Hot fingertips brushed at his hips as Tharn slipped his boxers over them to plant a kiss to one of his hips. Type bit his lip. 

“Stop teasing me, Tharn.” A small laugh was his answer as the boxers came completely off. Tharn tossed them aside and stood at the end of the bed. Type admired him as he shed his boxers too. Then Tharn grabbed his foot. Kissed his ankle, all the way up his leg, teeth raking into his inner thigh. Type groaned when Tharn took all of him into his mouth. Type did his next favorite thing. One hand in the hair and another gripping a shoulder. Tharn glanced up, pleased to see that glazed over look on Type’s face. His mouth went to work and a few minutes later Type lost his patience. He grabbed Tharn by the face and kissed him hard. 

“I said stop teasing me.” 

“But I’m hungry,” Tharn pouted. Type squeezes that chiseled jaw between two fingers. 

“I said have your way with me.” Type pushes Tharn onto his ass in the middle of the bed, sits in his lap and takes both of them into his hand. Tharn’s breath hitches a little, though in the morning if Type reminded him about it, he’d never admit to it. Type’s hand moves faster and when he’s satisfied he made Tharn hard enough, he stops. Type allows Tharn to get up and open the drawer of the nightstand. Finally, they can get his party started. 

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Type assumed he’d go for his legs throw them up on his shoulders and pull him to the edge of the bed. Tharn didn’t get a chance to do any of this, because Type pulled him back to the middle of the bed and once Tharn lubed up a little bit, he relaxed and sank onto him. Hands latched onto Tharn’s back, legs around his middle entirely. Tharn huffed in complaint. 

“Excuse me?” Type nipped at an ear as he sank further into Tharn’s lap. Tharn raked teeth over his neck and then started sucking, planning on leaving many marks there if Type kept them in this position. It’s not that it didn’t feel good, but Tharn preferred to grip Type’s hips in a different way.  

Tharn huffed with complaint. Type tried to ignore it, but he knew a mistake was made when he gave a little by arching his back, ass a little higher now. Tharn sank his fingers into his hips, holding him in that position. It didn’t take much. A few slow thrusts and then faster. Type clapped a hand over his mouth. 

Tharn removed it, still thrusting hard and fast. “Type, I once told you I want to hear you scream. I want to hear everything.” Type started gripping the sheets and he was fairly certain there might be bruises on his hips. He whimpered as the thrusts quickened pace. Sometimes, Type wondered if this drummer of his had more stamina than his soccer team combined because damn, he could probably hold this position for hours. Thirty minutes in, Type’s abdomen and thighs already burned. He could easily ignore that. Tharn wasn’t giving up, though, so he kept a hold of those beautiful hips and kept thrusting. Type’s eyes fell closed. A hand was put to his chest, so he slowed a bit. Then he quickened his pace again. Then as it had been uttered many times before it escaped his lips, “T-Tharn!”

Type’s labored moans filled the studio apartment and it was music to Tharn’s ears. Tharn watched as Type reached for himself. He thrust harder and harder, letting Type sink himself into the sheets this time as he pushed back on his legs. Type stroked himself with one hand as Tharn went plank, driving harder inside him. Tharn kept going until he felt a little shake in Type’s legs. Type lets out a guttural moan and Tharn grins, thrusting harder at the sound. Type comes, a little bit spilling on his fingers. Tharn immediately grabs his hand to put those two fingers into his mouth. Type’s fingers falls over his lips, savoring a little reprieve on his hips. Suddenly the grip renewed and with a few more thrusts, warranting some more leg shakes Tharn pulls out. He pulls off the condom. Type watches with lustful eyes as Tharn finishes, come landing on his burning abdomen. Tharn collapses on top of him, peppering kisses to his stomach. Type threads fingers into his soft, soft hair and hears him murmur. “Happy Birthday, Type.” 

Type glances at the clock on the nightstand. “My birthday is not over yet.” They still had a few hours. Tharn glances up at him. 

“Are you sure?” 

“I have said many times before that I let you have your way with me. Why would tonight be any different? That is unless you’re not up for it?” Type wiggled his eyebrows at him. Then he was lifted and carried towards the bathroom. Tharn kicked open the door. Type gave him a smile as feet were planted to the shower floor. Tharn turned on the water and then he faced Type again.  

“That’s what I thought. Round 2 in the shower.” Tharn put a hand to his cheek and as their lips connected Type backed them further into the water.