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Tom’s fist connected to Tord’s face. They’d gotten into a nasty fight and this time Edd wasn’t there to break them up and neither was Matt. The second punch had Tord falling back and landing on the bed they called theirs for the time being, they had separate rooms but typically stayed in Tom’s room and when they got tired of it they went to Tord’s.
“You punch like a pussy, Jehovah’s Witness.” Tord said with a bloody smirk, his legs were spread open and Tom could see he was enjoying this which both aggravated him and turned him on. “Fuck you, you commie cunt. You started this stupid fucking shit.” Tom spoke in return. “It’s not my fault you have worse anger issues than a bull in a red paint factory.” Tord uttered as he licked the blood off his face and started trying to wipe the rest he couldn’t get off with his tongue. Tom pinned him down to the bed before he could use his hands though, using his legs to keep Tord spread open and pin his arms under his legs and back.
“Fuck! You cunt that hurts.” Tom faked a pitiful expression for a second while speaking; “aw poor Tord, he’s trapped and so hurt.” Tom rolled his “eyes”, which didn’t look much different than how his “eyes” typically looked, “I thought you were into this, just a second ago you were acting like a cocky pathetic commie slut and now you’re acting like you’re some victim here? Seriously?” Tom pushed Tord’s face to the left and into the bed, using his head as leverage so he could straddle him better. Tord tried to wiggle during Tom’s place transition and got smacked in the face for it and pushed back down harder. “You know, if you’re really trying to give your boyfriend brain damage then we should be doing this on the floor or something.” All Tom could respond to that with was a sharp glare and digging his nails into Tord’s face, which earned him a sharp inhale. As much as Tord likes to play himself up, Tom knows how little he can tolerate pain. Tom also knows he doesn’t actually want to murder his boyfriend, but roughing him up in a way they both like isn’t a bad outlet for having homicidal thoughts towards him.
“That wasn’t what I asked you dumbass, I asked if you enjoyed this.” Tom said sternly but he was genuinely asking. Tord then thrust up into Tom’s clothed ass, his cock was half stiff and twitched at the friction from what Tom could feel. “Whats it feel like?” Tord replied, slowly grinding into Tom as he spoke, “why, you wanna use me pretty boy? You wanna take advantage of me and fuck me up while doing it?” Tord was enjoying this so much it hurt, Tom was almost worried he couldn’t stay focused on acting pissed off because he was almost actively folding for his boyfriend.
Tom ground down to match Tord’s rhythm for a few moments, allowing Tord to see he was just as worked up about this before he wrapped his hands around Tord’s throat and replaced his pleasure with anger to the best of his abilities. His hips moved like they had a mind of their own which earned Tom a wonderful mix of a groan and a moan from Tord, the man below had his eyes half lidded. Nearly shut from being lost in pleasure and loss of air that grew ever more restrictive. Tord could die like this, happily.
Tom then suddenly removed his hands from Tord's throat and his hips from his crotch, his attention immediately drawn to getting Tord's pants and boxers off as fast as possible. Tord was catching his breath when he saw Tom's face and saw just how desperate he was. He visually looked like he thought he was going to die if he didn't get Tord's cock out right then and there, so obviously Tord has to say something.
"Desperate, are we? You want me that bad Tom?" "Shut your fucking mouth before I gag your ass." Tom had just finished stripping his boyfriend's lower half so he gave a half hearted stroke to the man's member, cutting him off right as he opened his mouth to say yet another smart ass comment. If Tom was being honest with himself, he didn't want to gag Tord. He wanted to hear how pathetic he sounds when he's using him for all he's worth.
Tom undressed himself, accidentally freeing Tord's hands and giving him a chance to jerk himself off while he impatiently waited for Tom to strip and grab the lube. When Tom walked over to the nightstand to grab the lubricant, he smacked at Tord's hands to stop. The man on the bed groaned, busing himself with taking off his hoodie and discarding it across the room. Tom had come back to the bed not soon after, straddling the Norwegian and starting to prepare himself. Tord was shocked about this "you're bottoming tonight?" "you'll see." Tord once again opened his mouth to speak before Tom clamped his free hand over his mouth.
Tom panted softly as he stretched himself open, a familiar ritual that he'd done for Tord time and time again and sometimes to himself when he jerked off. Tom hadn't let Tord fuck him yet, for no other reason than he just liked the power that came with putting the fucker in his rightful place. They'd done other things like giving each other head and handjobs, this was just an area Tom hadn't tried to explore with Tord yet. Tom finished lubing up himself and Tord, positioning his boyfriend over his hole before slowly starting to sink down.
"Fuck.." Tord slinked his hands up to grab Tom's hips as he felt Tom envelop his length. It felt like heaven. No wonder he liked doing this to Tord so much. Tord's breathing became uneven, trying to stop himself from thrusting into the warmth before Tom was ready. Tom positioned his hands on Tord's chest, balancing himself as he finally sank to the hilt. The man above felt like he could breath again, pants and quiet whimpers escaping him as he adjusted the the full length of the stupid commie inside of him. His hands flexed against Tord's toned chest, fully realizing that bottoming out feels different when you're on the receiving end of it.
Tom looked up at Tord's face, his expression was almost smug and yet affectionate; "look at you. Who knew this position would suit you so well, min kjærlighet." Tord's hands moved to rub at his boyfriend's hips and thighs softly. Tom half smiled as he leaned down to kiss the commie. Tom took this as an opportunity to grind down on Tord's cock at the same time, groaning into the kiss which caused Tord to twitch inside of him. The kiss started getting heated. Tord was guiding Tom's hips little by little as their tongues met, piercings, teeth, and saliva being clanked together and exchanged as moans were being extracted, it was hot and messy and Tord could cum right then and there if he didn't want Tom to be on him for as long as possible.
They broke away from each other, Tom's hands groping Tord's chest as he gained more confidence to start a faster pace. Tord's mind fuzzed over as he did, so horny that he couldn't think of anything else except how gorgeous his partner is and how bad he wants to cum inside of him. "Min vakre gutt.. fuck." Tom adored when Tord got like this, to fucked out to try to speak anything other than Norwegian and occasionally English. It was hot to him that he alone had this kind of effect on Tord. It also typically indicated that he was close and Tom felt himself getting close too.
"You should do this way more often, Thomas. Så bra.." "if you're good enough, maybe." Tom leaned back down for another heated kiss as he sped up the pace yet again, focusing on their orgasms now more than ever. Tord grabbed Tom's hips, thrusting up into him to match his brutal pace, digging his nails into the soft skin as he did.
They broke momentarily for air when Tord spoke; "Close." upon hearing this Tom pulled away fully to choke Tord once again. He'd decided to finish this off with a bang. Tom let his verbal guard down finally, moans and whimpers escaping to put on a show for Tord. Tom heard strangled noises returned and felt Tord's cock twitch now more than ever. Tord managed out a hoarse "Tom" as he filled up his boyfriend, the moans didn't stop and neither did Tom's rhythm.
He worked his boyfriend through his orgasm and continued to chase his own, letting go of Tord's throat when he stopped cumming. Using Tord as a dildo until his orgasm hit him, overstimulation working it's way through Tord in the best way possible. Tom started slowing his pace when Tord suddenly grabbed his length and started slowly milking him, even when Tom stopped; Tord kept going.
Tom laid his head on his chest as the last of his climax dripped out of his tip and onto Tord's hand. The commie pulled his hand away and licked up what semen dripped onto him happily. Tom watched as he regulated his breathing, smiling when he saw this "god you're such a freak."
"Only for you." Tord mumbled as he finished cleaning his hand off. Tom took one of his hands and used it to gently stroke Tord's face, brushing up against the dried blood from earlier. Tom gently moved Tord's face to kiss to his cheek near the dry smear, a quiet giggle from Tord that filled the space between them followed. Said man's face then rubbed against Tom's affectionately. Tom loved him so much and liked it when they fought then fucked it out but there was a part of him that felt bad for hurting his partner. The only thing that helped was how into the pain Tord was, it was the only reason he even did it. That and it helped him release some anger because Tord was right, he did have anger issues. He was working on them though for Tord's sake and his own. He wouldn't ever say it out loud but he'd do anything to please Tord, and to an extent that scared him more than anything else.
"So do you want me to try to pull out so we can clean up or do you want to do that yourself?" Tom scoff laughed softly before shakily lifting himself up and off of Tord, feeling his seed start to drip out of him. A feeling he could absolutely get used to.
Tom felt a gentle hand in his hair pet him and another arm holding him against Tord's body. "I thought we were gonna clean up?" Tom mumbled as he curled up into Tord, returning the cuddles to the best of his abilities. "We can bathe later, its not like Edd and Matt are going to care." Tom sighed calmly; "fine, but if they walk in on us ass naked you're taking the fall for it." Tord snorted as he laughed, shaking both of their bodies faintly as he did, "okay. I don't care, I just don't want to move yet." Tom rolled his "eyes" once again, pressing a couple of kisses to his boyfriends neck as a silent 'thank you' before laying back down and closing his "eyes" comfortably.