Magenta

Can't Think

There was a big meeting today, Tom hasn't really seen one that seemed so important before. Despite his attendance, everyone spoke in Norwegian. He couldn't understand a single word, but he knew that tensions were high. Everyone seemed anxious... even Tord.

Though it was rather nice that Tom was there. The Norwegian held the boy's hand tightly, gently rubbing his knuckles.

When the room went quiet. Tom whispered, "Are you okay? What's going on?" Tord huffed and whispered back. "Nothing kattunge... tensions with another... army... are running high... I'm a bit nervous... I know what she's capable of..." He looked down at their interlocked hands with a soft but stressed looked.

After the meeting was over, the tension in the air lightened dramatically. The small boy took a deep breath in. Tord was pacing back and forth in his office in front of his desk. Tom has never seen him so nervous.

Tom had a devious little plan. He would sneak out of the office down to the garden and pick a few flowers for him.
With seeing Tord so stressed, he forgot all about his plan to escape the base. Everything so far went without any errors. Tom snuck down to the garden to pick flowers for Tord.

Some soldiers who walked by seemed really nervous that he was there. Every time a soldier saw him, they'd book it out of the garden and into the main building. Tom thought it was odd but brushed it off as the tension from earlier was still bringing unease.

The small boy picked 5 flowers out of the 30 that were in the bush. He inspected every single detail on every sing flower to make sure that they were perfect. It took forever.

At some point, a soft "Thomas, where are you?" Was said by a voice he only slightly recognized. A gaurd, one he's seen a few times with big eyebrows, suddenly helped the boy to his feet and rushed him inside. He almost dropped his flowers.

He was dropped off in Tord's office. "Thomas, I thought we talked about you sneaking off! What the fuck were you thinking?" Tord barked, his face was red with anger. Tom nervously held out the flowers.

"I went to pick some flowers for you..." He smiled nervously. "I..." The red clad male calmed immediately. He gave a soft chuckle.  Tord hugged Tom softly and left a soft peck on his lips. "That was very sweet, Thomas... Thank you. But I'm still going to have to punish you. You can't sneak off without telling me. What if you got lost or hurt?" He lifted Tom's chin and kissed him again.

Tom nodded and smiled as he cuddled up to Tord. The bigger male put the cute flowers in a small vase and had Tom follow him into his room.

"Wait, right now? But don't you have another meeting in like... 15 minutes?" The small boy said as he took a peek at Tords schedule and the time. Tord just smiled as he was digging through his closet. "Yup." Was all the bigger male said before returning with a purple egg-shaped toy in his hand.

"Cmon, take em off." Tord motioned towards Tom's pants. The small male was hesitant but dropped his pants and briefs. "Good boy~ now lean over the bed." The brit did as he was told.

Tord groped and rubbed Tom's ass. Leaving little kisses on the boy’s lower back. Tord silently pushed the little egg onto the boy's more delicate entrance.  Then, he had him stand back up straight. Tord had pulled Tom's pants and briefs back up.

"Come along now." He said softly. The poor boy was so confused. Tom followed him reluctantly as they headed to the meeting.  Once it had started, Tom gasped quietly as a gentle vibrating tickled his insides. "Oh you mother fucker!" Tom whispered only to met met with a stronger vibrating.

The poor boy blushed bright red and covered his moans with coughs, which, when he nervously scanned the room, no one even seemed to notice him. It's like he wasn't even there. As the meeting progressed, so did the vibrations. It was a long and excruciatingly painful meeting.  The pleasure was too much.

Tord made it worse by fondling Tom's dick under the table. He started to tear up, and just as he came, the meeting was officially over. Once everyone else had left the room, Tom growled. "You fucking pervert! You're such a dick!" The boy yelled, still being bright red.

"I went easy on you. Next time, I won't be so merciful. I'd consider yourself very  lucky, Kattunge." Tom huffed and crossed his arms. The cutest grumpy face Tord had ever seen. "So precious..." Tord thought

"I love you, Tommy~" tord cooed as he pressed their lips together.  "I love you too." He huffed.