TordTom OneShots

Second In Command (pt.2) [NSFW]

My lips twisted into a cheeky smile as I clutched my digital clipboard to my chest. I rounded the corner of the hall to Tord's living corridors, my knuckles turning white as I clenched tighter. Whether it was the excitement or the anxiety, my heart leapt out of my chest as I got closer. It's not as if him and I haven't done intimate things before though. I can't explain the feeling.

Having entered and finding my way to his room, I threw everything on the nightstand to the side of his bed: my clipboard, pen, pocket knife, pistol, and walkie talkie. Debating whether I should keep my clothes on or strip down to something a little more comfortable, I chose the latter. Taking my vest off followed by my belt and pants, I tossed them to the ground without a care. I had decided to leave my dress shirt on but unbuttoning it just a little, the tie left hung loosely around my neck.

"Starting without me?" A thick accented voice pierced through my heart. God damn. Every bone in my body felt of jello in that moment, but only for a second. I turned to him slowly while the wicked grin that was plastered on his face came into view. He removed his overcoat and let it fall to the floor behind him.

I bit my lip with a smile, "Of course not... I already finished." I joked. Adjusting all of my weight to my left leg, I crossed my arms and stuck my tongue out at him.

"Oh ho ho! What a shame! I was hoping you'd take the lead a little bit today. It's not often I see you working and bossing people around so confidently." Pausing, he stepped closer to me. "It piqued my interest." His hands placed themselves on my waist, thumbs rubbing my sides up and down as he leaned in. Quickly putting my hand over his mouth, I shook my head and motioned for the bed to the side of us. That shit eating grin made its way back to his face.

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I felt up Tord's chest through his top as I sat in his lap. He leaned back against the headboard of the bed, hands locked onto my hips guiding my movements. Our mouths met and broke apart passionately at a sloppy pace. We'd been making out for 15 minutes at that point, each second getting hotter and harder to breathe. The friction between our bodies while clothed wasn't enough for either of us, as we were both uncomfortably hard.

Tord's robotic hand began to travel up my button-up shirt, making me shiver due to the cold touch. I grabbed it by the wrist, looking him in the eyes, smirking. "Nah-uh, that's not fair. You take something off first, asshole." I teased. He sat, still in his sweater, t-shirt and pants while I was almost naked with just my shirt and boxers.

"Yes sir." He said jokingly, pulling his sweater over his head. The t-shirt came off soon after and both articles of clothing were set aside to be dealt with later. I admired his toned body as I usually did in these situations, tracing my fingers along his muscles. Tord hummed in amusement. He enjoyed it whenever I looked at him in such a way, admitting one time that it made him feel good about himself and his body. Which he should very much feel good about because holy shit is he hot. Only then did I allow him to undress the rest of me, aside from my tie.

My right hand gripped the back of his neck, pulling him into another rough kiss. I couldn't help it. Tangling my fingers into his hair, I lifted myself onto my knees, forcing his face into my chest. He kissed and licked across my torso randomly before specifically attacking my nipples. I pulled on his hair and threw my head back as he began sucking and biting at my left nipple, using his right hand to twist and pinch the other. His tongue was warm on my body, a very contrasting feeling to the cold air that hit the rest of my exposed self. It sent waves of chills down my spine and a shaky breath out through my mouth.

Letting my hands wander, my fingers gravitated toward and slid beneath the waist of Tord's pants and boxers. I could spot the grin on his face below me as I wrapped a hand around his hard on and squeezed ever so slightly. He raised his hips to my hand gesturing to move my hand more to jerk him off. Only, I wasn't too ready to give into what he wants quite yet. It was my night to be in charge and I was gonna use it to my advantage 100%. So I took my hand back from his pants and gently glided my fingertips atop his left thigh to tease him. An audible grunt slipped from his clenched jaw, obviously annoyed with my decision. This was great.