"𝑳𝒂𝒎𝒆"

The enclosed space was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, squeaks from a bed that threatened to collapse at any moment, and constant moans and breathy groans. Clothes strewn all over the place, abandoned by their "respective" owners.

"hah..oh, fuck..slo-slow down!"

"what, can poor little jehovah not handle it?"

God his accent was hot..granted he'd never tell him that out loud, but it wasn't a sin to think it

"It's not my fault you're bloody massi-FUCK-"

the norski made a swift, and hard, thrust forward, hitting a certain spot a little too hard, tom's legs quivering from the force

"that's what i like to hear, 𝘛𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘵𝘵~"

The black eyes male choked on his limited breath as the commie's unusually pointed incisors found their way to the base of his neck, biting down in a gentle manner, his tongue swimming across his skin..tom actually enjoyed that, shuddering at the foreign feeling..well, until he felt a stabbing pain only seconds later

"you assho-GAH"

tom was silenced by another aggressive thrust upwards, his words lost in the cloud of pleasure washing over him

"don't you 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 take that tone with me, Thomas"