sub!tord x dom!tom
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s m u t
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warning: choking, slightly-rough, swearing, teasing
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Tord was lying in his bed, looking over at Tom's, which was empty and cold. He sighed while going back to his magazine, trying to ignore a sudden urge. As he began to read, he started to imagine things. He got up, his hoodie-sleeve grazing his crotch. He inhaled deeply, looking down. He groaned, sitting his Hentai down and crawling into Tom's bed. He snuck under the covers and started to get warm, smiling as he felt something poke at his stomach. Again, it was his crotch that was causing the uncomfortable problem.
He sighed while sneaking his hands down to pull off his pants, tossing them far across the room, landing in his laundry basket. He grinned slightly while his fingers hooked at his waistband, imagining Tom doing such things. He used to do this years back, when he was the only one there, and that was all he could think of. No anime characters, no one from certain fantasies, nothing other than Tom. He pulled his boxers down near the front, gently touching his member. (5) He inhaled deeply again, swallowing hard. He began to move his hand, his breathing getting jagged.
He groaned, "T-Tom!~" He moaned, moving his hand faster and soon slowing down, running his thumb over his slit. He shivered while moving again, starting to buck his hips and whine. He got his other hand and started to suck on his index & middle finger, coating them in his own saliva. He teased himself by putting the tips of his fingers at his entrance, panting while he then slammed his fingers inside of him, him yelping while tears formed in the corner of his eyes.
He started to quickly thrust his fingers, moaning and panting harder. He stroked himself while his leg and foot twitched, biting his tongue. He then froze, removing his fingers quickly and pulling up his boxers and pants and darting for his bed. He hid under his covers, a small 'hm?' being emitted while his covers were pulled back. Tom was starting to chuckle, picking up Tord by his shoulders. "I heard you call my name, Darling~."
Tord froze, starting to fidget and squirm. He attempted to get away, but was pushed against his mattress, being choked. He felt the pressure against his throat and squirmed more. He then found pleasure from the action, his hands around Tom's wrist as he pulled on it, trying to make him tighten his grip. He was suddenly experimenting. Tom did as Tord silently wished, his fingers digging into the side of his neck.
Tord's mouth was wide open, gasping and writhing under his touch as he moved forward, his throat being squished, but not damaged. Tom used his other hand, gently tapping all four fingers on his member. He blushed darker, moaning, but it sounded like he was choking to death - which is what it seemed like. Tord's eyes seemed like waterfalls, his cheeks being stained in never ending tears.
He smiled in pleasure as his eyes only read lust, and Tom's eyes started have small, purple wisps(?) come from the sides. He grinned as he palmed the smaller boy through his pants, slipping his hand through the front of them, finding his member, wrapping his hand around it firmly, his squirming starting again. He ran his thumb over Tord's slit, causing him to yelp out in pleasure. He started to move his hand quickly, removing his hand from his neck and from his member. "Strip." He demanded, stepping back.
Tord started with his hoodie, taking it off slowly, as if in attempts to seduce him, which happened. He started to sway in his spot, fidgeting horribly. Tord soon had his grey t-shirt off and pants, but his boxers still remained. Tom pinned him to the mattress again, Tord expecting to be choked, but didn't happen. He moaned as Tom went to his right nipple, sucking and licking as Tord squirmed, panting. He bit gently, "Ah!!~" Tord yelped again, Tom going to the left one and repeated his actions, except a bit more rough. He bit and nipped at him, Tord panting harder and harder. He stopped squirming as Tom went down farther, leaving a trail of kisses and licks down his stomach to his member, hooking his thumb under the waistband while he went back up, placing his hand behind his neck. He began to bite and lick on his neck, going everywhere. He soon made it to his ear, nipping viciously and pulling.
Tord being Tord, he wanted to take dominance, as he once decided. He tried to pin Tom down, but failed as Tom found his sweet spot, "F-f-fucking hell, Tommmm..~" He purred, his head going back while his back arched. "Shush, just stay quiet." Tom moved from his jawline to his lips, kissing him gently. Tord tried to stay calm, to keep quiet, but Tom just snickered and placed his hand on his now-exposed member. He yelped, Tom shoving his tongue forcefully into his mouth. Tord's eyes popped open in shock, immediately trying to break the kiss. As he did, he almost gagged. "Fuckin' hell, Tom! the next time you try that shit, I outta make you rise and then make you go in public while I-" Tom grinned, again, the Norski growling still. He placed his hands tightly around his waist, pulling him towards him while he rubbed his sides soothingly, trying to calm the growling male.
It seemed to have worked, Tom feeling a bit better about his actions. He began to lick his neck once again, Tord shuddering and managing a groan. He grinned, nuzzling into his neck. His hand began to slowly stroke Tord's member, his body jolting from the sudden and immense pleasure. He gripped Tom's hoodie in a way of support. Tord whimpered as he writhed under him, pulling on his hoodie and Tom huffed, taking his hoodie off so Tord would stop tugging on it.
Tom wrapped his hand around Tord's shaft, beginning to move his hand exceedingly fast. Tord jerked at the immense pleasure, biting his bottom lip as he moaned continuously. He could barely stay quiet, gripping Tom's hair. He pulled on it gently, moaning his ear. "F-f-fuck, T-Tom!!" He moaned loudly before reaching his climax, tears running down his cheeks.
Tom moved back some, lowering his head and entire torso and licked on his stomach, cleaning up his cum as Tord shivered, moaning silently. Once Tom was done, he gave a small lick to the tip of his member, looking up at Tord. Tord was back to a whimpered and whining mess, needing more friction.
Tom snickered, unbuckling his belt and slipping off his pants, getting up and walking to his nightstand. He opened up the drawer and took out a small bottle, walking back over to Tord. He got a slight grin as he pushed off his boxers and getting on his knees. He popped off the cap of the bottle, squirting a small bit of its contents on his exposed and hardened member, then on the tip of his fingers. "Spread your legs, Commie." Tord did so, as he was too eager to protest.
Tom placed his hands on his thighs for a moment, causing the small boy to shiver. Tom then snuck his fingers down to his entrance, pushing them in slowly. Tord took a deep breath, but attempted to relax. He began to slowly thrust them, the Norski writhing in his spot. After a few minutes, Tord was finally loose enough for Tom.
Tom pulled him closer by his hips and placed himself at his entrance, looking up at him. "Ready?" Tord managed a small 'mhm' while holding up a slight thumbs-up. Tom slowly pushed himself inside of Tord, the man groaning in delight. Tom thrusted slowly at first, but gradually sped up his pace, Tord gripping the mattress for a type of support. He hadn't done this before, with someone else, at least.
Tom gripped his hips tightly, sure to leave a few dark bruises. It wasn't long before Tom was thrusted quickly into him, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. "F-f-fuck.." Tom groaned, his head going back as he had came, yelling out a string of swears.
Tord stroked himself a few times before he came for the second time, as well. They soon cleaned up and lied in Tom's bed, looking up at the ceiling as they tried to fall asleep. It took a while before Tom could, though, as he was making sure Tord slept.
a/n
oof it took me a month to finally finish this
meanwhile,, I got me a girlfriend
wOOT WOOT
-joey
