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Tom presses a soft kiss into Tord’s neck, burying his scent into him. “Let me take care of you…” he whispers under his breath, his lips trailing down. Tord squirms at the contact of his stubble scraping against his skin, his body pressed a bit uncomfortably underneath Tom's weight.
“I don't need it..” he weakly protests, hands coming to the fabric of Tom's chest to push him away. It's never enough actual force to get him off, just enough to make Tom think he doesn't want it as much as he does. But his efforts slowly start to dissolve as he feels his boyfriend's lips reach the collar of his shirt.
They haven't done this in awhile (a surprise to them both). Tom’s night shifts have been taking up too much time for either of them to admit, and Tord’s already gone for most of the day doing god knows what. But it's been like this for months, even before they mutually started making the effort of being more exclusive. They both weren't used to being so dependent on someone that occupies the same space. That, paired with their extensive history made it difficult to find a balance of their independence and deep yearning to always be at the other side. Tom more than Tord. He felt it every time he found himself in a silence too uncomfortable. He knew more than anything how skittish Tord was, as soon as he felt any kind of pressure to stay in one place he flees. It was annoying at most but Tom has learnt to tread carefully, suppress his desire if it meant keeping him for another night.
Tord arches into it, unknowingly, as Tom tugs at his shirt's collar, his lips trying to get to the skin hidden. The hands pushing Tom away are now clawing at the fabric, trying to get him closer. “Youve been tense all week… please?” Tom begs softly. Tord purses his lips, his head turning away. Tom lifts his head slightly, just enough to watch his reactions. He just watches him for a bit, as though he was daring him to make the next move. Tord makes an effort to keep quiet, he feels humiliated whenever Tom makes him ask for it (which has become a common thing).
Tom shifts slightly, propping his weight off him slightly with the forearms next to his body. “I won't do it unless I get a verbal response.” Tom says softly. In a relationship like theirs, based on passing by looks and unspoken words, Tom made it an emphasis to want to do verbal consent, much to Tord’s annoyance. Tord huffs under his breath, his body aching more than it should without Tom pressed against him. He licks his lips, stalling before muttering a “please,” softly into the space in between them. Tom is hit with a flicker of desire. He liked it a lot more than he should.
Tord tries to shift further away, just to avoid having to look at Tom's smile. As a reward Tom leans back down again, their chests pressing together as he gives Tord a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. It's enough to get Tord’s head tilting back to him, his lips pursed down and his cheeks red with embarrassment. He hates when Tom humiliates him, makes him needy, makes him beg. But out of everyone, Tom is the only one allowed to do it to him. He’ll let Tom get off to him being so vulnerable under him, as long as he doesn't stop whatever he’s doing.
“One more time?” Tom beckons, his lips flicking into a smirk. Tord feels the back of his neck flutter. “Now you're pushing it.” He retorts, more playful than with anything snarky. Tord lightly swats the side of Tom's face away, watching him giggle at the motion. As Tom's laughter dies down, it gets quiet again, the sound of their heavy breathing filling in the space.
“I missed you.” Tom says softly
“We live in the same house. That's impossible.”
“I know but… it's just been awhile since we had time to ourselves, proper time.”
Tord goes quiet for a bit. He did miss him too. Sharing a space wasn't enough anymore. His need for Tom was etched in his bones, made him do stupid shit like wait for him to shower to kiss him goodbye or prepare dinner for two when he has the late shift. Tom makes him go soft, makes him obedient. The thought made him shiver. The thought of admitting he became dependent on someone he hated most of his life.
Tom notices Tord’s gaze go a bit foggy, like he's thinking. In the meantime he busy himself but readjusting them, spreading Tord’s legs around his waist and lifting them comfortably around his waist. It seemed to snap Tord out of whatever state he was in, and he quickly makes an effort to try and sit up.
“Where are you going?” Tom asks, his tone hinting accusatory. Mostly, he was scared Tord would flee.
“It's too hot..” Tord says softly, sitting up as he lifts his shirt off him, laying back down with a thud.
Tom relaxes slightly, embarrassment prickling his neck. He’s getting paranoid.
Slowly, he lets his hands wander around Tord’s upper body, caressing his sides with calloused fingers. Tord’s breath hitches, eyes flickering close, feeling himself sink into the mattress further. He can feel Tom staring. It made his insides burn to know how much Tom cares. He feels fingers slide up to his chest, before coming back down to Tord’s waist, suddenly yanking on it slightly back into him.
“Fuck-..” Tord swears at the sudden action, his body tensing as he feels his body pressed against Tom's erection through their clothes. Automatically, his arms come up, gripping onto Tom's shoulder as he is slowly rocked against him.
Tord’s head feels dizzy, limbs already sore. Tom's lips are on his neck again and everything is getting blurry. His sweatpants are getting uncomfortably wet with his slick as their bodies rock against each other. Can Tom notice? It didn't matter. Tom is here and he feels so good in between his legs.
Tord’s arms slide to hook around his lover's neck, bringing him in closer. Tom’s soft panting in his ear is driving him crazy. He can feel himself clench rhythmically on nothing, like his insides are aching to be filled, to be loved. Both of them are getting needy, the friction making both of them pant against each other. Tom hooks Tord legs further against him, practically humping into his groin with a desperation that left Tord shaking.
Slowly, Tom leans up, feeling Tord’s arms slide off his back. The grinding stops, and Tord’s eyes flicker open, panting and confused. They stare at each other for a few moments, before Tom’s hands slide further down, hooking onto Tord’s sweatpants. It makes Tord tense, he knows he already made a mess.
Tom knows how embarrassed Tord can be about his vulnerability, especially when he bottoms, so he doesn't comment as he slides his lover's pants down. Tom's eyes flicker down, staring for a bit longer than he needed. He was really wet, slick stained on his inner thighs. It made something stir inside Tom, and he can feel his insides throb. He smiles softly.
“You’re pretty like this, all needy.” Tom’s warm voice cuts through the silence. It makes Tord’s head tilt away, his cheeks heating up. Tord never did well with praise, and it only seemed to stir Tom on more. He makes no effort to retort, just absorbing the affection.
Silently, he begins to take off his own pants too, catching glimpses of Tord’s eyes on his lower half as he does. Seeming that it's fair, he removes his shirt too, tossing it alongside both of Tord’s discarded clothes on the floor. Coming back to his side, he slides into the space in between Tord’s legs again, kissing his lover's collar bone softly. Tord melts into it, giving a small smile back. He never took himself a sucker for a soft fuck until he met Tom. The feeling of their bare skin pressing against each other was already enough to get Tord off. Feeling the shift of Tom's stubble against him, his hands caressing each limb carefully, his eyes always on him.
Tord barely even noticed as Tom reached over to his bedside cabinet, digging around a bit before pulling out a small bottle of lube and a condom. “You good?” Tom hums softly, practiced hands working the condom on himself.
Tord nods absent-mindedly, his mind preoccupied as he watches Tom prepare himself. Carefully, he guides himself to press against Tord’s soft folds, both of them sigh softly at the contact. Tom’s eyes flicker between Tord’s face and his cunt, anxious that he was hurting him at any point. His folds twitch against him, making it painfully aware how hard he was. A silence washes over them, as Tom works up the courage to push inside.
Tord rocks his hips gently, coaxing him, as he buries his face into his neck, arms coming back around his back in preparation. Tom shudders softly, the friction making him leak into the condom. Tenderly, Tom rims the entrance and pushes the head in, feeling him sink in between his folds. “Thomas-…” Tord’s breath gasps against his ear, his cunt aching as his lover fills him. Tom makes an effort to go slowly, both not wanting to hurt him and to savour the feeling of sinking inch by inch into him. A warmth envelops him as he spreads Tord slowly, feeling him rhythmically pulsing around him.
Tord bites down against Tom's shoulder, wincing slightly at the initial pain. Tom is throbbing inside him, the feeling of being filled and spread overwhelming. “Tom-…” He whimpers out again, his voice a quiet sob. In return Tom leans down to kiss soft markings near his neck, whispering “you’re doing so good… just feel it ok?..” into his skin. Eventually, Tom sinks his mass inside, both of them panting at the exertion. Tom gently rests their foreheads together, breathes tangling as they pant against each other.
Tord eyes flicked up at him, his lip red from biting and his eyelids half lidded. It makes Tom ache.
“Hurts?…” he asks softly.
Tord takes a few moments to breathe before shaking his head. “Not badly…” he pants back, his fingers idly playing with his hair.
They stay there for a couple of moments more, waiting for Tord to adjust before he mumbles a soft “go”.
Tom gently pulls out, feeling Tord’s cunt cling to him before pushing back inside. Tord moans at the action, his head tilting up. He repeats the motion again, watching Tord’s every reaction. Eventually he sets a rhythm, a soft rocking as they both pant and whimper against each other. Tord is shaking, his thighs quivering with each press Tom does into his body. Tom closes his eyes and rests his head against his lover's neck, his mind getting foggy from the friction. Each time he flexes his hips it was rewarded with a whine from Tord, which Tom thoroughly enjoyed.
“You feel so good… so fucking tight.” Tom pants against his neck, feeling Tord clench around him at the praise. It sends jolts through him, his body desperate to speed up the pace.
Tord leans back against the pillow, his body aching as he lies there and takes it. He can feel himself falling deeper into submission with each thrust of Tom's needy hips. Tord’s nails dig into his back, the sting making Tom wince through his teeth.
Beginning to get too needy, Tom starts to vary his pace, sometimes thrusting fast and shallow while other times holding himself deep inside his lover, grinding his hips in small circles. It makes Tord’s body ache at the different paces, slick dripping down the sides of his dick and onto the mattress. Even through the condom he can feel the way Tom’s dick pulsed, like it wanted to fill him so desperately.
“Faster…” Tord lets out in between harsh panting. “Please-… Thomas harder…”
Tom forces himself to lean up slightly, staring down at Tord as he watches him beg. It was hot. Every time Tom would thrust hard enough he would squirm and arch his back. Sometimes when he wiggled too far away Tom would have to pull him manually back by the waist, making him squirm more. “Yeah?… you want it harder?… Want me to make you cum on my dick?..” Tom pants softly against his face, his voice low.
Tord’s response is immediate, getting way too loud for the thin walls of the house. “Yes!- yes… fuck please..” He whines.
It's rare for Tord to beg, even rarer to be so loud about it. Tom smirks to himself, obeying as he angles his body, adjusting his grip to hold Tord more firmly before speeding up his pace.
The noise of skin on skin becomes increasingly louder as Tom begins to fuck him with a heated desire. But it's drowned out by their breathing and panting, both of them getting off to their partners arousal. The friction was getting too much, especially when Tom presses against Tord’s lips over and over again, his desperation evident. The bed starts to audibly creak, thankfully dimmed by Tom's pillow against the wall and headboard. Tord’s eyes flicker close, his mind getting lost in the noises, touches and the overwhelming desire for Tom to cum inside him. Tom made sex feel meaningful, like he wanted to bury into his body forever.
It was obvious neither of them were going to last long. Tom’s hips turn frantic as he stops trying to find a rhythm and loses himself in the tight heat. “Tord-.. im-… gonna fuck-…” Tom pants against Tord’s ear, barely able to get words out. “Gonna cum-… gonna cum in you.”
His lips turn hungry, biting and sucking on every place he can get to on Tord’s pale skin. “T-tom… please…” Tord begs softly, his body trembling underneath him.
Tom is the first to cum, burying himself deep inside Tord as he can, clawing at his sides as his dick pulses. The air is knocked out of Tord, gasping uncontrollably as he feels his lover tremble in his arms. Tom is mumbling nothing into Tord’s ear, his hips rocking frantically to milk himself against him, trying to draw out the connection as long as he can. It’s euphoric, Tom is on the verge of passing out as he cums into his lover. Eventually he stills, his cock still twitching as he holds onto Tord, breathless. Everything is still for a few moments.
As soon his ragged breathing allows, he sits up, still buried inside Tord as his fingers frantically find his clit. “Thomas- what are you-…” Tord starts, jolting as he feels needy fingers touching his sensitive flesh. He barely even caught his breath.
“You-… haven't finished yet..” Tom pants softly, starting to rock his flaccid dick again inside him. His vision is blurry and his limbs are weak but his mind is set.
“You don’t need-… to-…” Tord tries to articulate in between whimpers, sitting up as he puts a palm on Tom's chest. The fingers stop momentarily. Their eyes meet. Tom can feel his cheeks heat up as Tord cracks a small smile. “You’re tired. We can continue tomorrow, it's fine.” Tord continues, earnestly. In all honesty he doesn't think Tom can make him cum in this dishevelled state.
Tom's eyes drift down, his body slumping as he slowly retracts his hand. He waits a few moments more before pulling out, watching Tord’s legs shiver at the friction. “Sorry..” he mouths under his breath, leaning in to rest his heavy head on Tord’s shoulder.
“For what?.. You did what you promised. I’m all relaxed now, see?.”
“Mh… just feel bad…” Tom whispers back, feeling Tord’s hands thread through his hair. He sighs at the contact, his drowsiness already kicking in.
Tord smiles gently, kissing him softly near his forehead. “Just let me hold you for now, ok?”
Tom nods, feeling Tord shift their position slightly, now lying down parallel to each other. Tord’s breathing is warm against him. It makes him feel that familiar flutter. The silence is welcomed, the tranquility of the night settling in.
“Missed you too..” Tord’s voice interrupts the quiet.
“What?”
“I-… I missed being with you too. I’m tired of having to… only leave space for you. I want to do things again. Like go on dates or just-… cuddle?”
Tom can feel his heart race. “Yeah. We can do that. I would love to.” He says softly, like each word carried all his emotions.
“Friday?”
“Yeah. M’ free.”
“Ok.”
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