Archive of Our Own

Tom’s eyes flicked up across the table, completely ignoring whatever the usual breakfast conversation was about today. He was mechanically stuffing thick, battered pancakes into his mouth while his brain was somewhere else entirely, replaying what had happened the night before.

That argument with Tord had started like any other dumb issue between them, nothing really new. But this one had gone somewhere completely different than ending with the usual fist fight. Tord had been bitching at him about “hogging” Edd, which was such a childish fucking claim that Tom hadn’t even bothered arguing back at first. He’d been too busy studying and practicing sheet music to give the asshole the time of day. But like always, Tord had kept pushing.

He’d griped about how Tom always had to “tag along” when it was better with just him and Edd, how Tom always butted into conversations where he wasn’t wanted. It was all trivial shit—stuff Tom probably wouldn’t have even noticed if the roles were reversed; but of course, Tord always found something to bitch about.

Tom had continued ignoring him, being the bigger person. Until Tord struck a nerve that actually irritated him.

“And another thing—god, you are so fucking loud in bed with Edd. It’s like you want me to hear you or something. Like you’re trying to show off,” Tord had snarked, leaning against Tom’s doorframe with a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Tom had jerked his face away from the sheet music, eyebrow cocking instantly. “And why the fuck would I want you to hear me while I’m having sex, Tord? Do you fucking hear yourself? That’s idiotic.” He tried to keep his voice even so Tord wouldn’t see that he’d gotten a rise out of him.

It hadn’t worked. Tord turned his body fully toward him, a nasty grin already splitting across his face. “Because I bet you like having an audience, freak—especially if someone could butt in and call you a who—”

“Tord, can you get the hell out?” Tom had groaned, cutting the Norwegian off before he could finish that sentence. “I’m busy here. You interrupted me.”

Tord had completely ignored the request, walking straight into Tom’s room to keep poking at his sexual preferences and performance like a dick. Of course, that had almost immediately turned into a tussle, shoving, yelling, the typical shit. Edd had to come break it up, coincidentally enough. He’d demanded to know what the hell they were fighting about this late at night (9:30 pm).

Tom had immediately ratted Tord’s jealous ass out. And then Edd had gone and suggested the fucking impossible. “Well—if Tord’s feeling a little left out, how about we all include each other and have a threesome,” he’d suggested plainly, shrugging his shoulders with that friendly ass smile.

Tom had surprised himself and agreed with little convincing. The idea had been more appealing than he expected—a good threesome sounded like it could solve some of the tension. Tord had taken a little more pushing from Edd, but it was obvious he was just being stubborn about it. So now they were actually having a fucking threesome.

Tom had regrettably slept with Tord plenty of times before, so it wasn’t that he was mulling over. This was going to be completely different with Edd involved. The whole dynamic was going to be switched around, he presumed. He’d thought about it for the rest of the night, trying to figure out how it would go down, and apparently, he was still thinking about it now, halfway through breakfast. Edd seemed completely unfazed by the whole thing, which was honestly a bit intimidating.

Tom glanced up at Tord across the table. The Norwegian had his face locked on his phone, which probably meant he was thinking about it too.

Tom wondered what Tord was thinking about all of this. Knowing how he acted during sex, he was probably going to pretend to be nonchalant as shit right up until the actual thing started, no doubt about it. That irritated Tom; he hated it when the Norse put up a front. But there didn’t need to be more tension between them than there already was. He tapped his fork absently against the edge of his plate, eyes drifting down to his half-eaten pancakes. Who would top? He knew Tord liked to…but Edd seemed more a natural lead. Matt’s cheery voice suddenly cut through his thoughts.

“What do you think, Tom?” the ginger asked, completely unaware that Tom had been spacing out for the entire conversation.

“Huh?” Tom glanced up, pointedly avoiding the way the corner of Edd’s mouth quirked up in amusement from behind his coffee mug.

Matt groaned, irritated. “My shoot today, I have an offer to go work for this better gig, but it’s a little ways out of town. I don’t know whether to stay with the people here or go for that one.”

Tom didn’t really know why Matt was asking for his input since he knew jack shit about any of this, but he played along anyway. He was trying to be less of a dick these days. “Uhh… I guess go for whichever one pays more,” Tom shrugged, lifting his glass of orange juice to take a sip.

Matt nodded thoughtfully, his gaze now shifting over to Tord, who hadn’t been dragged into the conversation yet. “How about you, Tord?”

Just like Tom, the Norwegian looked up with a confused blink. Tom caught Edd giving Tord the exact same amused look he’d given him a minute earlier, and a small twist of satisfaction hit his gut when Tord immediately ducked his face back down to hide the faint flush spreading across his cheeks.

“What are you talking about?” Tord muttered, quickly shoving a piece of bacon into his mouth to cover up how out of the loop he was.

Matt groaned even louder this time. “Oh my god! Why are you both so spaced out?” he demanded, probably rhetorically, but the question still sent a quick spike of panic through both Tom and Tord.

Edd chimed in smoothly, that cat-like grin curling on his lips. “They were up bickering last night.” He paused, eyes flicking between the two of them with amusement. “You know how they are. Anyway, I think you should go for the farther gig, Matt. Like Tom said—pays more and you could get more eyes on you.”

That seemed to convince the ginger instantly. A bright smile split across Matt’s face at the mere idea of more attention. “You’re right. Perfect. I’ll do that then.” He paused, then added casually, “Oh—also, I’ll be gone overnight, so don’t wait up on dinner for me.”

Edd nodded, still wearing that faint smirk. “Don’t worry, we won’t.” His gaze drifted slowly between Tom and Tord as he said it, the words carrying some weight because it meant the house would be empty aside from them three.

After everyone finished up with breakfast, Tom was stuck picking up the plates while Tord was on dishes; something the Norwegian vehemently complained about, and never ended up doing them anyways. Matt had already gone off to pack his duffel bags up, and Edd had taken a perch on the couch with Ringo, probably rolling up or something.

Tom stacked the plates and grabbed the cups and silverware, carrying them all over to the sink. He then picked up some wipes to tidy off the counter and table where Edd had messily cooked earlier. After quickly scoping out the room to make sure nobody else was listening, he stupidly decided to make conversation with Tord about tonight’s activities.

“So… what do you think he’s planning?” Tom asked offhandedly, keeping his voice low.

Tord barely glanced up from the sink, clearly in some sort of mood. “How am I supposed to know?”

Tom frowned lightly when the attempt at conversation fell completely flat. Annoyance was already rising in his throat at Tord’s shitass social skills, but he swallowed it down and persevered. If they were actually going to have a threesome tonight, he figured they should at least talk about it a little.

“Seriously,” Tom dipped down a little closer to the Norwegian, still holding the wipe in his hand. “Have you ever had a threesome? I’m assuming he’s going to take the lead, but—”

“Will you shut the fuck up, Thomas? Christ,” Tord jerked away, flipping him the bird without even looking at him properly.

Welp. That was about all the effort Tom could put into being nice today. “What the fuck is your issue? Do you have a stick up your ass this early in the morning?” Tom recoiled, voice sharpening.

“No, I just don’t want to fucking talk to you,” Tord spat back, pushing his chair back with a loud scrape.

“Well then, don’t, Jesus. Just make yourself useful for once and do the dishes.”

“I’m not doing the di—”

“Holy shit,” Edd groaned obnoxiously loud from the couch, leaning over the back of it where Ringo was perched on his shoulder. “Please tell me you guys are not arguing again.”

Tom stilled, feeling caught like a kid, but when he looked at Tord, the Norwegian was just rolling his eyes dramatically.

Edd sighed, head tipping back against the couch. “Come here, you two,” he requested, voice calmed but firmer than usual.

When neither of them moved at first, Edd repeated himself, sharper this time. “Right now, please.”

Tom started walking over first. He wasn’t really expecting Tord to listen, but he heard the sound of a chair being pushed in as the Norwegian got up and followed reluctantly.

They both approached the side of the couch like scolded children. Tord was looking anywhere but at Edd, and Tom ended up staring at Ringo because he didn’t want to look at Edd’s ‘mom’ expression either.

“Okay—I don’t really understand why you two just can’t be civil, but if this argument is about tonight, then we don’t have to do anything,” Edd reassured them, his tone softening while he gazed back down at his rolling tray to pick back up where he was packing the weed.

Tom was about to say that maybe that was for the better because Tord didn’t know how to play nice and be fucking normal,  but he got beaten to the punch.

“No. I still… want to,” Tord muttered, glaring hard at the floor.

Tom snapped his gaze to the Norwegian beside him, a little bewildered, before glancing over at Edd.

“..And Tom, you too?” the larger man questioned, glancing up and raising an eyebrow.

Tom opened his mouth to speak, but just ended up nodding instead. He saw Tord glance at him from the corner of his eye.

“Okay then.” Edd leaned forward a bit, resting his elbows on his knees, head dipping down to lick the edge of the paper. “What I’d like from you two is to behave until that point. I have an idea since we have the house to ourselves now. And how this goes is all going to depend on the both of you.”

Tom was completely lost on what Edd could possibly be planning, but he’d be lying if he said the way Edd was laying down the rules didn’t make something warm twist in his stomach. Edd always had a way of making him want to give it up quickly.

“You both got that?” Edd asked, apparently needing some sort of verbal confirmation from them.

Tom jumped in first, sounding far too eager. “Yes.”

Edd smiled at him knowingly, then looked over at Tord, who was still refusing to meet either of their eyes. “Tord?”

There was a barely audible mumble from the Norwegian. “Yeah.”

Edd huffed, twisting the end of the joint and grabbing his lighter, through with the conversation. “Great. Now that that’s all settled, you can all fuck off and go about your day.”

Tom let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, shifting awkwardly on his heels for a moment before turning to look at Tord. The Norwegian was already heading toward his room, but Edd stopped him again.

“Ah—Tord. Dishes.”

Tord halted mid-step. Tom saw his fists ball up at his sides, but after a second he swiveled back around and headed to the sink to half-ass the dishes. Tom stood there a bit confused… and weirdly kind of jealous of how easily Edd had just swayed Tord like that. He guessed he’d be seeing a lot more of that tonight.

Tom glanced over to amusedly watch Tord grump at the sink, still acting like a fucking toddler. He stayed standing at the side of the couch for a moment, figuring he’d just go practice on the bass for the rest of the day and kill time, until Edd suddenly caught him by the wrist. Tom glanced down, carefully taking a seat when Edd urged him to, ending up sitting a little closer than what was normal on the cushions.

“Hey,” Edd greeted offhandedly, passing him the freshly rolled joint. Tom lifted his hands to take it, but Edd insisted on perching it between his lips himself. So Tom held it there while Edd lit the end, the flame catching as he pulled until it burned steadily through the edge.

“So, like I said, I want you both to get along tonight. That’s kind of the whole point of this,” Edd’s voice was low now, barely above a murmur so Tord wouldn’t hear from the kitchen. Tom nodded, exhaling the smoke slowly through his nostrils, the warmth spreading through his chest.

“I know you’ll be good,” Edd continued, his tone gentle but also carrying that quiet command that made Tom’s spine tingle with a sharp thrill. “But I want you to give Tord some slack. He doesn’t like sharing.” Edd’s eyes flicked over to where the Norwegian was aggressively scrubbing at the dishes. “So just try and be patient with him, okay? Can you do that for me?”

Tom’s throat tightened, a faint flush crawling up the back of his neck at the way Edd was speaking to him. Edd pulled the joint from between Tom’s lips to take a hit himself, and only then did Tom manage to reply, smoke still puffing out of his mouth as he spoke. “Um, yeah… I can,” he answered, suddenly feeling all the anger he’d been holding onto for Tord drain right out of him.

Edd grinned warmly and patted Tom’s thigh. His hand lingered there, squeezing the soft flesh firmly. “I knew I could count on you.” The feeling of his fingers digging into the fat sent a pulse of heat straight between Tom’s legs. He had to force himself to stand up after that before things went south right there on the couch. He made his way to the garage to fumble with his setup for a little while and get some playing time in before tonight.

He spent a good couple of hours cooped up in there, the joints in his fingers burning from playing the same riff over and over, trying to perfect the pattern he had been working on. Everything had gone smoothly up until that point because Tord had been out of sight and therefore out of mind, which meant Tom didn’t have anything to be mad at, and he was actually being good, just like Edd had wanted him to be.

That is, until someone decided they wanted to fuck that right up.

Tom had just about nailed the notes and was ready to take a break to grab something to eat for a very late lunch/dinner. Just as he hit the right notes, Tord barged into the garage loudly.

The sudden burst made Tom fumble the note and fuck the whole thing up. He glanced over his shoulder, lips pursing, but he ultimately remained calm with the generous help of a deep-ass breath. He turned back to his music book, trying to focus in on the page and ignore the sound of Tord coming up behind him.

“Do you think you could work on something different? This sound is really starting to annoy me, especially since you can’t get it right,” Tord said bitchily, reaching over Tom’s shoulder and plucking the music book up from the stand.

Tom could now see exactly what Tord was playing at, the masochistic fuck. He wanted to start shit—he wanted to be ‘bad’ so that whatever Edd was planning, he’d get some sort of punishment. And it looked like he was trying to drag Tom down with him. Well, fuck that.

Tom spun on his chair to face Tord, who was obnoxiously flipping through the pages with a cigarette between his teeth. Jesus. “Tord, give that back, please,” Tom said, voice strained.

Tord stared at him, weirded out by Tom’s lack of aggression. “No. I don’t want to hear anymore of this shit playing,” he shot back.

Tom bit the inside of his cheek, head dipping. “Okay, I’ll stop. I was almost done anyway. Just give the book back,” he murmured, lifting his hand.

Tord kept flipping through the pages. Tom’s cortisol kept rising. “No,” Tord said again, turning away when Tom tried to grab it.

Holy fuck, this was stupid as shit. Tom ran a hand through his spiky hair, eyebrows drawing together. “Seriously, Tord, please,” he said, standing up and making another move to grab the notebook.

Tord dodged it, a grin spreading across his lips now. “Come and get it then,” he challenged.

Tom sucked his teeth hard. Let it go. Just let it go. Being the bigger person was supposed to be easy. But it really fucking wasn’t. And he never could be, not when it came to Tord anyway.

So Tom lunged at him, going straight for his throat because that was concerningly his first instinct. His other hand tried to rip the notebook free from Tord’s grip, but the man didn’t let it give just yet. Apparently, Tord was determined to make this as difficult as possible.

He was still smiling too, the sick bastard. He yanked Tom’s hair, trying to get the pressure off his neck while lifting the notebook up out of his reach, struggling since Tom definitely had more leverage with the way they were standing.

Tom shoved Tord into the wall with the hand on his throat— not squeezing, just pinning him there. He could kind of see a flush blooming on the man’s face, but he ignored it because right now he was actually pissed instead of just sexy angry. He turned his attention back to the notebook, yanking it hard one more time. Instead of getting the whole thing, he only got half.

Tom released Tord’s neck, immediately horrified as the book, which was years of work and collections, split clean in two. Papers, some ripped and crumpled, fluttered to the floor, his original work scattered everywhere. Tom stared at the mess, completely unresponsive for a long moment.

It appeared that Tord hadn’t meant to take things that far, because he started stuttering instantly, clearly realizing he’d fucked up. “Oh shit—um, I didn’t..”

He didn’t get to finish that sentence before Tom threw a fist at his cheek, knocking him straight to the floor. Tom got on top of him, grabbing him up by the collar of his shirt, watching blood trickle down from Tord’s nose. “You piece of shit—” Tom hissed, frustration and anger blurring his senses as he punched again, blood smattering across his knuckles. Tord would usually fight back, but this time his hands clutched desperately at Tom’s thighs and shirt, hanging on for dear life.

Unfortunately, their fight was interrupted yet again when the door from inside the house swung open. Matt stood there at first with a gleaming smile that quickly turned into a frown, gasping at the sight. “Oh—you guys!Edd! Come here!” he shouted immediately, not wasting an opportunity to rat.

Tom gritted his teeth. Fuck.

Deciding whether he should recoil or get one last punch in, he chose the noble thing and hit Tord one final time in the kisser, busting his lip. Edd came in almost right after that, hesitating at the sight and shaking his head in straight-up disappointment. He approached and tugged Tom off Tord by the shoulder, then crouched down and inspected Tord’s face with a thin-lipped look.

Tom was even more irritated with this shit now, because now Tord looked like the damn victim here.

“Matt, can you help clean Tord up before you leave?” Edd requested, looking over his shoulder at the ginger.

Matt nodded instantly. “Yeah—”

“I can do it myself,” Tord cut in, storming out of the garage and brushing roughly past Matt at the doorway.

Matt looked a bit offended, but relieved he didn’t have to help deal with this. “Well, okay. I guess I’ll be going now. Bye, Edd. Tom.” He nodded at Tom a little sympathetically, grabbed the bag at his feet, and headed out the front door.

Tom watched the ginger go, eyes dipping down to the papers scattered all over the floor in defeat. He bit the inside of his cheek hard, glancing up at Edd when he heard the man let out a hefty sigh.

“What happened?” Edd asked, eyebrow lifted.

“He ripped up my shit,” Tom mumbled, nodding toward the pages and reaching down to start picking them up, stacking the papers into formation half-heartedly.

“I see that,” Edd hummed, helping Tom with the mess and handing the stacks of paper over to him. “Do you still wanna…” he trailed off, nudging his shoulders.

And although Tom was definitely pissed off, he did weirdly still want to fuck. He now had all this adrenaline with nowhere better to go but into sex, and he was ready as hell to see Tord get a fucking ass-whooping for what he’d done.

“Yeah,” Tom huffed heavily, head tipping back like it was painful for him to say, sitting back on his knees.

Edd hummed softly. “Good,” he murmured. He handed over the last bit of papers, then met Tom for a slow, deep kiss right there in the middle of the garage, cupping his jaw firmly. The kiss softened Tom a little, but some of that previous anticipation returned swiftly, heat pooling low between his legs.

When Edd pulled back, he patted Tom’s cheek affectionately. “Get cleaned up. I’m gonna go check on Tord, then we can start.” He hummed, getting to his feet.

Tom nodded, watching the larger man head out of the garage. After mourning the loss of his book for a moment or two longer, he got to his feet with the saved pages and tucked them onto his stand with a paperclip. He then made his way to his room and into the bathroom to check himself over. Tord hadn’t really done much damage aside from a few splits on his knuckles and some scratches on his hips and arms. Nothing that really needed treating. He let the cool water run over his knuckles, trying to decompress and let go of some of the anger, but it was a bit difficult.

…

In Tord’s room, the Norwegian had his knees up on the sink counter, face only a few inches away from the mirror while he meticulously poked at the busted spot on his lip with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol. He winced at the sharp burn but held it there anyway. His eyes flicked away from his reflection when Edd entered the bathroom behind him with an expectant expression.

“Tord,” Edd greeted calmly.

Tord merely grunted, but after a moment he turned to face the brunette, legs hanging off the counter.

Edd approached him without hesitation, gently moving Tord’s wrist out of the way so he could inspect the damage on his lip. His eyes scanned the rest of Tord’s face for a second before he released him, but he didn’t back up. “You’re being awfully difficult, getting Tom worked up like that,” Edd eventually spoke, eyes flicking up Tord’s face.

“I didn’t mean to rip the stupid thing. He’s the one who started hitting me first,” Tord rolled his eyes, refusing to take any blame for what happened.

“…Right, but you provoked him. You were looking for a fight, weren’t you?” Edd prompted, leaning forward a little when Tord tried to divert his eyes away. The Norse didn’t reply to that question, merely pouting his bottom lip and switching out the gauze to dab at the dried blood under his nostril.

“Well, lucky for you, he still actually wants to fuck,” Edd added on.

This piqued Tord’s interest. The Norwegian lifted his head a little, looking genuinely surprised. “Really?”

“Yeah, so I need you to cut the bullshit and meet me in my room after you’re done here, okay?” Edd said, standing up straighter now.

Tord held Edd’s gaze, his silver eyes shining a bit under the fluorescent bathroom light, looking nothing short of absolute stubbornness—but he nodded eventually.

When Edd raised a brow at the lack of words, Tord begrudgingly added, “…Yes.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Edd chimed, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the bridge of Tord’s nose where there was a small cut, smearing the blood a little. Edd licked his lips when he pulled back, giving Tord a quick and intentional once-over before retreating back to his bedroom, where he already had everything set up.

…

Tom had changed into pajamas, which were loose sweats and a random t-shirt, and was sitting on his bed waiting. He wasn’t sure when Edd wanted him to come inside, so he was waiting for the sound of Tord’s footsteps. Thirty minutes or so had passed when he finally heard creaking down the hallway.

Tom waited another ten minutes or so before getting up off his bed and trailing down the hall to Edd’s room.

The door was already cracked when he approached it. He pushed it open gently to slip inside, trying for undetected, but both men looked his way upon his entry anyway. Edd was perched comfortably on his king-sized bed with a large cardboard box next to him, and Tord was still waiting by the door near where Tom was, leaning against the dresser.

Tom cast a quick glance at Tord but didn’t say anything, instead diverting his gaze straight to Edd. He really had no clue how this was going to go down. The sex he usually had with Edd was more on the vanilla-ish side. They could get down, but Tom was unaware of how actually kinky Edd could get. He didn’t really know how it was when Edd fucked Tord either, so he was mildly interested to see more of their dynamic.

He kind of assumed that Tord would get addressed first because he either played the victim card or Edd was going to dog on him or something for being a bitch, but Edd looked at Tom first.

“Come here, please, Tom.”

Tom hesitated, again glancing over at the Norwegian instinctively and catching the unhidden bridge of jealousy on his face. Feeling a little superior, Tom approached Edd, standing directly in front of him. But the brunette tugged him closer by the waistband of his sweats so that he was standing straddled over one of Edd’s thick thighs. Tom stumbled a bit at the sudden pull, feet shuffling awkwardly as he tried to adjust his stance. His knees bumped against Edd’s leg before he managed to settle properly, one thigh on each side, feeling a little clumsy.

“You’ve been trying so hard to be a good boy today,” Edd commented fondly, head tilting up at Thomas with that warm expression that made his guts feel melty. “Even if you did end up throwing a tantrum and beating the shit out of Tord like a jealous little brat. You’re almost no better than him,” He nodded his chin towards Tord when he said that.

A flush immediately erupted across Tom’s dark cheeks, crimson blooming against his dark skin. That was immediately way different than the way Edd would typically speak to him. It felt… almost weirdly formal. It made Tom’s stomach jump, heat prickling under his skin. He wasn’t sure how to reply right away, but luckily, he didn’t need to—Edd was already drawing him forward by the hips to meet for a kiss.

It was deeper than the one before. It was slow, Edd almost immediately introducing tongue, licking into Tom’s mouth and laving their tongues together in a lazy rhythm. Tom felt prickles race across his skin, knowing that Tord was just behind him, watching this play out. Edd was intentionally making a show of it too, working his jaw, methodically keeping Tom’s mouth wide open while they made out.

Edd’s hands drifted down to Tom’s waist, gripping shameless handfuls of his ass, squeezing the soft flesh firmly. He craned his head to the side, getting at a different angle—one where he could open his eyes and look directly at Tord from over Tom’s shoulder.

Tord stood by the dresser, face just as hot as Tom’s despite having no actual contact yet. His attempt at looking uncaring was failing miserably, and his attitude worsened when he saw the way Edd looked at him from over Tom’s shoulder. He squared his shoulders, arms crossed tightly over his chest uncomfortably.

After an obnoxiously long makeout with Tom that left the Brit quite breathless, Edd finally broke the kiss. His hand remained firm on Tom’s hip though, not letting him move away as he now beckoned Tord over.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget you,” Edd crooned mockingly, voice low and teasing. “Get over here.”

Tord scoffed but gradually approached, not getting as close as Tom had because Tom was still right there. Edd didn’t ask again. He simply reached out and yanked the Norwegian forward, similarly positioning him so Tord was straddling his other thigh. He didn’t give Tord any praise or words of kindness—he just tugged him down into another deep kiss, though this one was less slow and more demanding. Edd planted a hand at the back of Tord’s neck to keep him still, controlling the pace of it completely.

Tom just watched, still panting a bit from his own kiss. Heat pooled heavily between his legs at the sight of Tord specifically: the way he appeared almost fucking shy, his brows furrowed and nose a bit scrunched, but still kissing back just as eagerly, mouth opening for Edd without much fight.

After Edd pulled back from that kiss and met Tom for another slow one, the Brit started to get an idea of what was going on here. Clearly, Edd was leading—he was going to alternate between them. That was good. Tom didn’t see the reason for much direct interaction with Tord anyway; he’d probably just act like a dick and insult him.

The taller man switched between kisses, discreetly dragging the two men closer each time, until he finally tugged back and didn’t go in for another. He looked between both of them with a satisfied smile. “Well, I think that’s enough warming up. Why don’t you two kiss now?”

Both men immediately pulled agitated faces. Tord even said “No.”

Edd chuckled softly. “Actually, you’re going to have to listen, Tord.” Edd said, pinching the man hard on the ass and making him yip. “I want you to have a little make-up make out,” he wiggled his eyebrows at the pun he’d slipped in. Tom rolled his eyes.

“Seriously. Show me how sorry you two are.” Edd said, bumping his thighs upward under both of them in a clear ‘giddy up’ motion.

Tom didn’t really feel like initiating the kiss with Tord. He was still pissed off, the anger from the garage still simmering under his skin. He looked over at the Norwegian with a grimace. Tord stared back with the exact same expression, but it eventually dawned on both of them that this kiss was going to decide who got the more lenient treatment tonight.

After a bit of awkward shifting, they moved so they were both sitting between Edd’s spread thighs instead of straddling them. They leaned in slowly, very fucking hesitant, lips only inches apart—until Edd’s hand slid to the back of Tord’s neck and graciously pushed him the last few inches forward.

The moment their lips actually met, some of the resistance melted away almost instantly. They were both already horny as fuck, after all. Tom tilted his head left, Tord tilted right, and their mouths slotted together with a familiar roughness. The kiss deepened fast. Tom took control first, one hand pressing into Tord’s shoulder while the other grabbed at his waist, pulling him closer with an angry grip that squeezed harder than necessary.

In turn, that aggression spurred Tord on. He fought back for dominance in the kiss, gripping the side of Tom’s neck and his forearm, kissing harder, even tugging on Tom’s bottom lip with his teeth before diving back in at a new angle.

Edd sat between them silently, his hands switching between resting or lazily moving over their bodies—sliding under the hems of their shirts, his palms warm against bare skin, thumbs brushing over each of their respective sensitive spots.

Tom was trying to stay “good” by Edd’s standards, but Tord kept testing his patience by biting at his lips or scratching at the side of his neck. So Tom returned the favor, biting down hard on Tord’s lower lip when they pulled apart for air. He accidentally caught the spot that was already busted, drawing fresh blood.

Tord yanked back with a sharp hiss, tears springing to his eyes. “Ow! Fucking dick—watch it,” he spat.

Tom wiped the blood from his own lip, scoffing. “You were the one biting me first, dumbass,” he replied sourly, jerking his chin away.

“I didn’t say stop,” Edd commented from between them, sounding more than a little amused.

Tom forced his gaze back to Tord. Fine. If Tord wanted to act like a brat, Tom wasn’t going to let it ruin his own chances. He grabbed the front of Tord’s shirt and yanked him forward into another kiss.

Tord seemed even more reluctant this time, grimacing slightly when their lips met and pushed against the freshly opened bust—but he eventually fell back into the rhythm of it.

This kiss was a lot more aggressive this time around. Tord was pushing forward, pressing Tom’s ass back against Edd’s thigh and slotting one of his own legs between Tom’s, grinding his thigh up firmly against Tom’s cunt through the flimsy fabric of the sweats. The sudden pressure pulled a strained gasp from Tom’s mouth. He fisted both hands in Tord’s mullet and yanked hard at the root, earning a low groan that muffled into his mouth. Their teeth clashed together hurriedly while they ground against each other, blood from Tord’s busted lip trickled between them, adding a metallic tang

Edd egged them on, voice husky in Tom’s ear. “It’s actually kind of cute when you’re both wound up over something.” He planted slow, open-mouthed kisses along the skin of Tom’s bicep, eating up the way Tom’s muscles twitched under the attention. His other hand pressed against the small of Tord’s back, right where it dipped inward, thumb pushing hard into the base of his spine to deepen the arch.

Both of them were worked up and pent-up, hips rolling and humping against each other with no end in sight—until Edd finally called it.

“Alright—that’s enough.” Edd’s voice cut through the wet kissing noises. “I don’t think this is really helping. I have a better idea.”

He yanked Tord off Tom with a firm grip. Both men looked expectantly at Edd, dazed and breathing hard, lips reddened and wet.

Edd nudged them back a little, letting out a hefty sigh as he stood up and turned toward the large box neither of them had bothered looking into yet. Both Tom and Tord watched him rummage through it, visibly impatient, their clothes funnily rumpled up and hair mussed.

Tom tried to peek over Edd’s broad shoulder or around his side, but the man was just too damn big to see past. They didn’t have to wait very long. When Edd turned around, Tom’s jaw actually dropped. A flogger. A thick, black leather flogger with multiple heavy tails. Tom quickly glanced at Tord to see if he looked surprised—he didn’t. They’d clearly used it before on their own time. Shit. He was at a fucking disadvantage.

“Now, here’s how this is going to go,” Edd announced, lifting the flogger so they could both see it clearly. “Each of you is going to give the other five strikes with this.” He couldn’t quite hide the sick little grin spreading across his face. “And with every single strike, you will thank the other for it.”

Tom’s eyes widened in disbelief, darting sharply over to Tord. The Norwegian’s cheeks had gone blotchy red, his usual smug mask cracking as genuine surprise flickered across his face.

“If there’s any hesitation from either of you, if the strikes are too weak, or if there’s any bitching… that’s two extra from me,” Edd added smoothly. “Tord, you go first.” He handed over the flogger to the Norse.

Tom felt a sharp sting of betrayal. He didn’t even know how to properly use the damn thing. A flood of questions hit him all at once—was this some kind of real BDSM thing? Since when had Edd been into this shit? How experienced was he?… and how experienced was Tord?

Edd moved the box off the bed and sat down on the edge, patting the foot of the mattress. “Tom, come bend over this,” he beckoned.

Thomas blinked, glancing at Tord again. The Norwegian looked a lot more content now that he knew he was going first. Tom swallowed hard and slowly approached the bed. He started to bend over, but Edd stopped him with a gentle hand on his hip.

“Sweats off, baby. Boxers too.”

Dammit. Tom gnawed on the inside of his cheek, heat crawling up his neck as he shoved both the sweats and boxers down to his thighs. The cool air immediately hit his bare ass and exposed cunt, making him feel ridiculously vulnerable. He bent over the foot of the bed, forearms resting on the mattress. A warm, heavy hand settled on the back of his scalp, fingers threading through his spiky hair.

“You know the color system, right?” Edd asked calmly.

Tom scrunched his nose, trying to remember. “The safeword thing?” he muttered.

“Yup. Just let me know how you’re feeling,” Edd nodded, gently petting through his hair.

“Green,” Tom replied dryly, the stupid color making his ears burn with embarrassment.

“Good boy. And remember to say thank you,” Edd reminded him, voice shifting back to fim.

Tom ducked his face into his arms, bracing himself for the humiliation that was about to

come.

It was only a few seconds before he felt the cool leather tails tickling lightly down his lower back, dragging slowly over the curve of his ass.

“Tord, quit teasing,” Edd warned.

Tom heard Tord huff. Then came the first strike—the leather whipped across his ass with surprising force. Tom yelped sharply, fingers digging hard into the sheets as a hot sting bloomed across his skin. Okay, not too bad. Manageable pain.

“Uhm… thank you,” he forced the words out, his ears burning at the accented chuckle that came from behind him.

“Good,” Edd hummed approvingly from above.

Tom barely had time to adjust before the second strike landed, harder this time, right over the same spot. The burn was sharper that time. He managed to hold the yelp in this time, fists clenching as he gritted out another “Thank you.”

Tord, of course, couldn’t resist being a dick. “Thank you, who?”

“Fuck off,” Tom sneered.

“Ah-ah,” Edd tutted. “No whining, Tom.”

Tom wanted to snap back, but he bit down on his pride and nodded instead. He wasn’t looking to earn two extra from Edd. He pressed his face harder into his arms and held his breath for the next one. It came even harder. Tord was definitely doing it on purpose. Tom gasped, shoulders jerking as the stinging pain spread across his ass.

“Thank you,” he huffed, voice muffled against the bedding.

Edd’s hand caressed the buzzed part of his hair right as the fourth strike landed. Tears blurred Tom’s vision. Okay, this was actually starting to hurt like fuck. Each hit felt ten times worse than the last, lighting up every nerve in his ass and making even the cool air burn against the raw skin.

But what really fucked up was the way his stomach tensed tight with heat. The stinging pain was making him wet— like genuinely fucking wet, his cunt was almost throbbing at this point; in tune with his heartbeat. He was weirded out by how much it turned him on, the sharp burn somehow twisting straight into arousal in his gut.

He wanted it over now… mostly because he was already fantasizing about giving Tord hell in return. He nearly forgot to say thanks, his mind too busy plotting on revenge and trying to ignore how soaked he was getting.

“Tom?” Edd prompted gently.

“Fuck—thank you,” he hurried out.

“Last one,” Edd murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his scalp.

Tom braced himself, but it still wasn’t enough. Tord angled this final strike so the tails landed directly across his cunt. An involuntary moan punched out of Tom before he could stop it. “Fucking—hell, Tord, you bastard!” he snarled right after, jerking upward at the intimate sting like he could hide the sound behind the anger.

Apparently, that little outburst was more than enough to earn two more from Edd.

“That’s two more, Tom,” he said, trying to sound sympathetic but failing—his voice was thick with barely contained excitement.

Tom could’ve cried. He didn’t want to imagine how this was going to hurt coming from Edd. “Wait—” he started to plead, but Edd was already standing up to take the flogger from Tord. Despite his fearful anticipation, he was tingling with masochistic excitement.

“Remember to say thank you,” Tord mocked from behind him. Tom wanted to kill him.

Edd surprisingly didn’t wait for Tom to cool down. He brought the flogger down with much more force than Tord had used—the heavy leather tails cracked loudly across Tom’s already burning ass. The impact was fucking brutal. Edd was bigger, stronger, and he put real power behind it. Tom saw white, a choked whimper ripping out of him before he could stop it.

The sting was immediate and vicious, like fire blooming across his skin, the heavy tails wrapping around the curve of his ass and catching the sensitive skin of his cunt on the follow-through. His whole lower body jolted forward, thighs trembling as the burn sank deep into the muscle. It felt like the strike had bruised him straight to the bone.

Edd didn’t pause for the second either. The second extra lash came down even harder, perfectly aimed to overlap the first. The leather snapped against already-raw flesh with a wet-sounding smack, the force so much greater than anything Tord could manage. Tom’s knees buckled slightly, a raw sound escaping his throat as the pain exploded outward—sharp at first, then blooming into a deep, throbbing heat that made his cunt clench involuntarily and his eyes water. The skin felt swollen and tight, every nerve screaming, the cool air of the room now stinging like needles against the fresh welts. His ass was on fire, the pain radiating all the way down his thighs and up his spine.

He slumped forward hard against the bed, back arched tight, panting raggedly into the sheets as a few tears slipped free. The humiliation was almost as bad as the pain—he could feel how red and marked-up he must look, bent over with his sweats around his thighs and just straight up exposed.

Edd’s big hand settled gently on the back of his neck, thumb stroking soothingly. “Good boy. You took those so well.” His voice was raspy, failing to hide how turned on he was by that.

Tom could barely think past the pulsing heat in his ass, but the knowledge that he was finally about to get his turn on Tord was enough to push him upright again, shaky and determined.

He didn’t bother pulling his sweats or boxers back up. His ass was far too fucking raw for that—every touch of fabric would have been torture. Tom pushed himself up off the bed on shaky arms, legs feeling twitchy and unsteady, but he refused to let them look weak. His eyes were watery, tears clinging to his lashes, and he glared hard at Tord the second he saw the smug expression on the Norwegian’s face. Piece of fucking shit.

Edd handed the flogger over to Tom, who took it and tested the weight in his grip. He wasn’t sure how to land a proper hit, so he looked up at Edd, voice hoarse. “How do I…?”

Edd seemed more than happy to show him. “Here, let me show you.”

“Wait, that isn’t fair,” Tord protested immediately.

“Tord, shut up and bend over,” Edd dismissed him without a second thought.

Tom watched Tord’s face flush that angry red, but he obeyed like he always did when Edd gave an order. The Norwegian shoved his pants and boxers down roughly, kicking them off before bending over the foot of the bed exactly as Tom had. His pale ass and the soft folds of his cunt were completely exposed now.

Edd took the flogger back for a moment, demonstrating the correct grip and the smooth swing of the arm so the tails would crack properly instead of just falling flat. Once Tom felt like he had the motion down, he took the flogger back. Edd moved to sit on the edge of the bed right beside Tord, one hand resting on the Norski’s head; likely to keep him from bitching.

Tom approached, gripping the base of the flogger tightly in his palm. He psyched himself up, turned his arm back, and delivered the first strike. It didn’t land exactly where he wanted, snapping across the back of Tord’s thighs instead. The red bloom appeared instantly on that pale skin. Satisfaction rushed through Tom when he heard the Norwegian mutter a sour “Thank you.”

He drew his arm back again for the second strike, putting more force into it this time, just like Tord had done to him. This one landed perfectly across Tord’s ass with a sharp crack. Bright red streaks bloomed across the skin, and Tord made a low noise this time.

“Thank you,” came the accented reply, Tord’s shoulder blades drawing up tight.

A grin tugged at Tom’s lips. He was starting to feel the rush of power that came with this position. He wanted to make Tord fuck up like he had—wanted him to earn those extra lashes too. So he hit harder on the third strike, deliberately aiming lower so the tails caught Tord’s cunt.

It landed perfectly. Tord let out a surprised yelp.

“Ow—din jævla tispe—” Tord seethed, lifting his head to glare back at Tom.

Edd was on it instantly. “That’s two extra, Tord.”

“What? Tom got an extra chance!” Tord exclaimed, head whipping toward Edd.

Edd instantly pushed Tord’s face back down into the duvet. “And that’s another two. Might want to shut up while you still can,” he hummed, voice warning.

Tom felt an immense wave of satisfaction at hearing that his shit just got doubled. When Edd nodded for him to continue after Tord finally went quiet, Tom made sure to put everything he had into the last two strikes. He angled both hits in the exact same spot, straining his arm with how hard he brought the flogger down on Tord’s already-red ass.

The pale skin made the marks stand out vividly, bright red like his ugly hoodie. The “thank you”s that came after those last two sounded noticeably more shaken, Tord’s voice cracking slightly.

Tom backed off after his final blow, breathing a little hard as he handed the flogger back to Edd. Edd adjusted his own position, placing one large hand firmly on the small of Tord’s back to keep him in place. His dominant hand reared back with the flogger.

Tom couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene.

Edd brought it down the first time with devastating force. The tails cracked loudly across Tord’s ass, the impact looking a lot harder than what Edd had given Tom. Tord practically jumped, a choked sound escaping him. Tom now understood exactly why Edd had been holding him down; the Norwegian’s whole body jolted hard from the strength behind the strike. He barely managed a hoarse “Thank you.”

Edd didn’t give him any time to recover, keeping it fair. The second lash came down even harder, the edge of the tails curling cruelly to catch on Tord’s cunt. “Fuck—Thank you!” Tord yelped, his voice sounding a bit more strained this time.

The third strike was even more fucking brutal, popping blood vessels under the skin and drawing a broken, wet-sounding “thank you” from Tord’s lips. Holy shit, tears were definitely falling now. Tom could see Tord’s fists shaking as they gripped the duvet, knuckles white, dragging the fabric taught.

The final blow was, of course, the worst of them. Tord’s legs were actually shaking, his thighs trembling as he fought to stay in position. As much as that turned Tom on, he almost felt a flicker of pity. Almost. Until he looked closer and saw how wet Tord was. The space between his thighs glistened, his cunt visibly dripping, slick shining on his folds and inner thighs. It made far too much sense.

Edd finally released his hold on Tord’s back and gave his reddened ass a light smack, making the Norwegian twitch hard. “Very good,” he hummed, tossing the flogger back into the box for now, thank god. “Now, both of you, up on the bed on your knees.”

Tord, already sprawled across the bed, didn’t have to do much except push himself up onto his knees. He shuddered visibly as he settled back on his heels, the raw skin of his ass probably stinging like a bitch every time it made contact with his calves. His hands instinctively dropped into his lap, fingers twitching like he was fighting the urge to cover himself. Tom noticed.

When Thomas climbed onto the bed, he mirrored the same position, figuring Tord probably knew what Edd expected better than he did. Tord looked more mellowed out now, though getting your ass lit the fuck up would do that to anyone. Tom’s own ass was still burning fiercely, every shift sending fresh heat radiating through the muscle.

He tensed when Edd came around the side of the bed, the taller man’s eyes slowly roaming over both of them like he was figuring something out in his head. Tom couldn’t help the nervous flutter in his stomach at the way Edd was staring—taking in their bodies so openly. Edd’s tongue clicked softly, and he nodded toward Tom first.

“Shirt off.”

Tom almost fumbled in his rush to obey. He yanked the t-shirt up and over his head, tossing it somewhere off the side of the bed. Edd’s gaze turned noticeably hungrier, dark eyes dragging over Tom’s bare chest and the faint scars there. He stepped closer, one large hand skating slowly over Tom’s stomach, fingers tracing the happy trail that curled against his skin before drifting back up to tug gently at the little naval piercing.

Edd hummed in quiet approval, sounding satisfied.

Tom stayed stock-still, his chest twitching with every loud thud of his heart. He held his breath whenever Edd’s hand skirted dangerously lower, only for the man to drag it right back up again, teasing him mercilessly. Edd eventually stopped, leaving Tom thoroughly edged and breathing harder than he wanted to be.

Next, Edd moved to Tord. The Norwegian was already stiff, shoulders tight as Edd leaned in against his side. Edd’s lips brushed against the shell of his ear as he whispered something too quiet for Tom to catch. The larger nan’s hand skirted up the hem of Tords’s shirt subtly. Tom watched, fascinated, as Tord’s face twisted up—brows drawing together, cheeks blooming with a red that spread all the way to his ears. The longer Edd whispered, the more Tord’s mask cracked. He eventually gave a reluctant nod, expression softening into a mix between bashful and frustrated. Edd grinned against the nape of his neck and dragged his tongue in a slow, wet stripe over the sensitive skin there.

Tom couldn’t look away from Tord’s expression. He’d never seen him make. Aface like that before. His shiny eyes squinted, eyebrows pinched, staring down at the sheets like he couldn’t handle Tom seeing this. Edd remained patient, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the side of Tord’s neck and up to his nape, pushing the messy hair out of the way so he could really get at those tender spots.

Tord shuddered hard, one hand coming up to clasp at Edd’s shoulder as the taller man worked his shirt higher and higher. Tom’s mouth parted slightly, cheeks warming at the realization. Tord had never taken his shirt off during their hookups before—not once. And now he was doing it just because Edd had whispered a few words in his ear? The level of control Edd had over him was almost unbelievable.

Edd finally tugged the shirt all the way off, revealing Tord’s chest. Tom’s eyes dropped straight to his nipples before he caught himself and looked away, face burning.

Edd was back at Tom’s side in the next minute. One big hand smoothed up his thigh, squeezing his hip possessively. “He said I could show you…” Edd cooed, leaning in so their lips brushed in lazy strokes. His nose nudged against Tom’s, breath warm and steady.

Tom’s throat bobbed. He tried to find something to say, but his brain had gone completely stupid. All he could do was nod.

“Do you like them?” Edd asked, pulling back from the kiss with a soft pop. At the same time, his hand slid down between Tom’s thighs, fingers dragging slowly through his folds. The sudden touch made Tom’s breath catch hard in his throat. He nodded rapidly, head tipping all the way back when Edd dipped forward to drag his tongue hot and wet over his Adam’s apple, sucking a mark into the skin right after.

His mind was racing and his body felt like it was on fire. His legs spread wider on instinct when Edd’s fingers worked lazily through his slick folds, teasing his entrance while he continued marking up his neck. This was different. This was really fucking hot.

After Edd had sucked what felt like a massive hickey into the side of his throat, he finally pulled back with one last kiss to Tom’s ear, leaving him throbbing and aching from just a few clever quirks of his fingers. Edd stepped away, moving back to rifle through that damned box again.

With Edd temporarily out of the way, Tom’s eyes found Tord again. The Norwegian was sitting there completely bare now, just as naked as he was. It was kind of jarring. Tord had managed to scrape some of his usual attitude back together though—he rolled his eyes at Tom like he didn’t know exactly what the Brit was staring at.

Edd soon returned to their sides with thick bundles of rope in his hands. Bondage? When the hell did he learn how to do this advanced shit? The only reason Tom could guess this wasn’t going to be some weak little wrist tie was because Edd had multiple thick bundles—not just a couple of short pieces. Tom swallowed dryly, watching as Edd set one bundle down beside him before turning to Tord. He undid the rope from its bundle with practiced hands, running it slowly through his fingers in a methodical, almost teasing way.

“On your back,” Edd eventually decided.

Tord obeyed surprisingly quickly, which jarred Tom all over again. The Norwegian shifted onto his back, and Edd dragged his hands over Tord’s arms, humming thoughtfully as he moved up to his shoulders, across his chest, down his stomach, and finally to his thighs. He hooked a palm under one of Tord’s thighs and pushed it up, folding the leg until the knee pressed against Tord’s chest. Edd tapped the thigh twice.

“Keep them right there,” he ordered. Tord did.

Tom’s eyes followed every movement while Edd looped the rope around Tord’s thigh and shin, tying them securely together so he couldn’t straighten his legs. He worked methodically, wrapping the rope around and under, then moved up to Tord’s arms. He guided them up and folded them behind Tord’s head, knotting them tightly in place. Tom quickly lost track of exactly what was being tied to what—there were so many loops and knots—but the end result was clear. When Edd finally stepped back with almost no excess rope left, Tom got a full look at what he’d done.

Tord was completely immobilized. His arms were locked behind his head, and his legs were folded tight against his chest, knees spread wide and held open by the ropes. His ass and cunt were fully exposed, everything on total display. The position looked tight, even kind of painful. Tom couldn’t see Tord’s full face from this angle, but he could see the deep flush creeping up his neck and ears.

Tom was still staring, transfixed by how Tord looked, when Edd turned to him with fresh rope in hand.

“Ready?” Edd asked, smoothing out the strand of rope between his fingers.

Tom gulped and nodded slowly.

“Good. C’mere,” Edd motioned, nodding for him to move closer to Tord.

Tom internally groaned but crawled over anyway, hovering above the bound Norwegian. He made sure to keep his eyes locked on Tord’s face at first. It was hard.

“Okay, Tom. I want you to straddle Tord.”

Tom tilted his head, unsure how that was even supposed to work with Tord’s legs pulled up like that. He made a hesitant move forward, then stopped, confused. Edd ended up maneuvering him himself.

The larger man pushed Tom forward firmly, guiding his hips until he was straddling right over the curve of Tord’s folded thighs, their cunts lined up and pressed together. Tom was on his knees, leaning over the man beneath him. He had to brace his hands on the bed at first to keep himself propped up, but his heart was already hammering faster from the way their slick folds rubbed against each other with every small shift.

Edd started adjusting the ropes again—this time looping them around the width of Tom’s thighs and knotting them tightly to the ropes that already held Tord’s legs to his chest. The ties were fucking unyielding. Tom twitched, testing the wiggle room discreetly. There was damn near none.

Thomas let his eyes flutter shut for a second, breath stuttering every time one of them moved even slightly—their cunts sliding wetly together, obscenely slippery.

Next, Edd asked for Tom’s arms.

“Um… I won’t be able to hold myself up,” Tom murmured.

Edd nodded, unbothered. “That’s the idea. Come on, fold them behind your back.”

Tom bit the inside of his cheek but nodded. He carefully lowered himself until their chests were pressed flush together, bodies smushed tight. He could feel Tord’s heartbeat thudding against his own, unusually fast. He folded his arms behind his back as instructed. Edd tied them tightly in place, then looped the rope around the front of Tom’s neck so that if pulled his arms up too much, it would choke him. The rope burned and itched against his skin, everything was too tight… but all those uncomfortable sensations were making him really fucking horny.

Edd finally finished knotting everything, tugging on each knot to check the security before stepping back to admire his work. Both of them were tied flush together—chest to chest, hips locked, Tom’s arms pinned behind his back and connected to the rope around his neck, Tord’s legs folded and spread wide beneath him. The ropes squeezed and hugged every limb, holding them completely helpless against each other.

“Everything feel good?” Edd asked, though it was clearly just for show. He headed back to the box and pulled out that goddamn flogger again.

Neither Tom nor Tord could see what he was doing behind them because of their limited range of movement, but they both felt it when Edd started dragging the leather tails over their bodies. The tails tickled lightly over Tom’s back, the underside of Tord’s ass, across his ribcage… and finally over their pressed-together cunts. Edd gave a few light, teasing swats right where they were joined, just to watch them jerk and twitch against the merciless ropes.

Tom was breathing hard through his nose, trying desperately not to get too worked up with Tord’s face right in front of his, but it was getting difficult. Edd had the element of surprise, and he was getting very personal with that flogger. His arms burned from constantly tensing and untensing against the tight binds.

“Can you breathe in a different direction?” Tord huffed, head turning irritably.

Tom frowned, eyebrows drawing together. “I can’t exactly go anywhere, Tord,” He whispered breathily.

Edd got bored with teasing pretty quickly. “Aw, come on. You guys are too quiet,” he complained, heading back to the box. He pulled out a small, bullet-shaped vibrator.

Both men were blissfully unaware of what was happening behind them until Edd came up and pushed the cold little toy between their mashed-together cunts, letting it sit there idly for a moment.

Tord groaned, clearly already realizing what it was.

“What is it?” Tom muttered.

He got his answer a second later when the little toy buzzed to life between them, sending sharp vibrations straight through both of their clits at once. They jerked hard, hips instinctively trying to pull away from the sudden, intense stimulation—but the ropes held them tightly in place, forcing them to stay pressed together.

Both men tried to twist away from the relentless stimulation, but the tight ropes only made it worse. When Tord jerked too hard, he yanked Tom with him, putting sudden pressure on the rope around Tom’s throat. The Brit wheezed, lips parting around a shaky, involuntary moan as their cunts slid hot against each other, waves of pleasure shooting up his spine. When he finally cracked his glossy eyes open, Tord didn’t seem to be faring any better.

Tord was biting hard into his bottom lip, apparently no longer caring about the sting from the split. His chin dipped down toward his chest, eyes squeezed tightly shut as broken, uneven gasps slipped out of him. He kept holding his breath between them, like he was desperately trying to keep it down.

Edd watched them with a sleazy grin, one hand resting possessively on Tom’s lower back. “Look at that…” he drawled, “Never thought I’d see you two this close.” A joke, of course.

He dragged two fingers slowly through Tom’s cunt, coating them in slick before pushing one digit inside him, curling it lazily against his front wall. Tom inhaled sharply, hips jerking and grinding harder against the buzzing vibrator and Tord’s clit. Edd pumped the finger a couple of times, then slid it down, rubbing the wet pad between Tord’s folds and dipping it inside him too, stroking both of them in alternating motions.

Tord let out a reluctant breath, his cunt twitching hard as Edd’s thick finger pushed inside and crooked. His eyes fluttered, lips parting around an embarrassed grunt he couldn’t quite swallow down.

Edd leaned down, unable to help himself, and dragged his tongue in one long, slow lick over both of their cunts—tasting the mix of their wet while the vibrator kept buzzing between them. He hummed appreciatively, licking deeper next time to feel them both shudder on his tongue before pulling back.

“Make out,” Edd ordered in a commanding tone. “Properly this time.”

Tom didn’t hesitate. Horny and desperate, he pushed their lips together, crashing into Tord with more need than aggression. The kiss started sloppy but quickly turned fluid and passionate—their tongues sliding and breathing turning labored. There was still some aggression in the way they nipped and sucked at each other’s lips, but there was real need behind it now, like they were both starving for each other.

They rocked together harder, grinding their clits against the buzzing toy and each other’s slick folds while their tongues tangled. The stimulation was just too much after a few consecutive minutes of this. Tom felt his orgasm crash over him first—an overwhelming wave that made his cunt clench hard around Edd’s fingers and his whole body jerk against the ropes. He moaned brokenly into Tord’s mouth as he came, hips rocking uncontrollably.

Tord followed right after, a choked moan finally escaping him as his thighs trembled and his cunt pulsed against Tom’s. His face was burning crimson, eyes glassy as he tried (and failed) to hide how hard he just came from grinding his pussy against Tom’s

Edd let the vibrator keep buzzing against their oversensitive clits for a cruel few minutes, watching them twitch and jerk against the bindings. Both men were shuddering, trying to pull away from the vibrations but unable to escape more than an inch because of the ropes.

Finally, Edd pulled the toy away, much to their dual relief. But he wasn’t done with the torture just yet, reaching back into the box and grabbing a thick, curved dildo with a hooked base designed to stay put. He rubbed the head of it slowly through their combined slick, getting it nice and wet, then pushed it into Tom’s still-spasming cunt. The hook caught perfectly inside, locking it in place so it wouldn’t slip out no matter how much Tom moved.

“Aw—fuck..come on,” Tom whined, face dropping forward to hide in the crook of Tord’s neck. He felt way past overstimulated. The ropes digging in, having just come, pussy stuck to Tord’s—the goddamn toy. His cunt throbbed around the toy with every tiny shift, the fullness making his head spin.

Edd stood up behind them and started stripping, pulling his shirt off first to reveal his broad chest, then shoving his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang free, of course, already hard. He grabbed more lube from the box, slicking himself up generously while watching the two bound men squirm against each other.

The Brit craned his neck, trying to catch a glimpse of Edd behind him, but he failed miserably. He couldn’t stop shifting and squirming, the constant little movements irritating the Norwegian pinned underneath him.

“Will you sit the fuck still?” Tord hissed lowly, head tipping back against the bed.

“’M sorry—” Tom mumbled blearily, not sounding sorry at all. His body kept twitching anyway, helpless, self-indulgent little jerks he couldn’t control.

“Tommm, shit—seriously,” Tord groaned, clearly about to complain more, before they both jerked in surprise at the feeling of Edd adjusting himself behind them.

Thomas could feel Edd’s cock dragging heavy over both of their cunts—sliding through their folds, teasing their clits, rubbing against the base of the toy buried inside him. He was fucking with them. Edd rocked his hips slowly, letting his cock glide between their pressed-together bodies for a moment, coating himself in their mess just to be obnoxious.

Then, in one thrust, Edd pushed into Tord.

Tord’s breath hitched sharply as Edd pushed in with one smooth thrust. A quiet “ow” slipped out of him that was clearly mostly for show because Tom felt the way his cunt throbbed that gave him away completely. Tom could feel Edds lowr stomach press into his ass, meaning he’d bottomed out in the Norse. That was also noticeable in the way Tord was breathless beneath him.

Tom ended up burying his face deeper into Tord’s neck, breathing hard against his sweat-damp skin. He noticed he could hear Tord’s heartbeat racing wildly under his ear while strained little moans slipped from the Norwegian’s throat with every deep thrust Edd gave him. He could feel Tord’s Adam’s apple bobbing against his lips with each shaky sound he tried to hold back.

Tom was fucking infatuated with how Tord was trying so hard to keep a front even while getting fucked. Tord’s usual fuck-ass attitude had cracked, leaving him beautifully raw and more than tolerable by Tom’s current standards.

Edd set a slow rhythm to start, one hand gripping Tom’s hip and the other on Tord’s thigh, fucking into the Norse, slowly dragging the voice out of him, thrust by thrust.

Edd started fucking Tord with more steady rolls of his hips, easing his cock deeper with every thrust like he was carefully feeling out the tight heat of Tord’s walls. He kept one hand firmly on Tom’s ass, squeezing the marked-up flesh, while the other pressed against the underside of Tord’s folded thigh, holding him open. Every time Edd rocked forward into Tord, the motion pushed their bodies tighter together—Tom’s toy-stuffed cunt grinding harder against Tord’s clit and folds, the hooked dildo shifting deep inside Tom with each thrust.

What really got to him, though, was, again, how Tord looked beneath him. Every drag of Edd’s cock made a filthy sound as it pushed into Tord, and his face would twist: a quick cringe, brows pinching, lips pressing into a thin line like he was mortified by how loud his own body was getting.

Edd’s free hand stroked slowly up and down Tom’s spine, petting him like a pet, before sliding up to the back of his head. He leaned over both of them, broad chest pressing against Tom’s back, and pressed wet open-mouthed kisses along the nape of Tom’s neck. His breath was hot against Tom’s ear when he whispered, “Kiss him.”

Tom squirmed as heat flooded his face, lips already parting. He leaned in, trying to catch Tord’s mouth, but Tord immediately turned his head away, lips pressed into a stubborn line. He was fighting for his fucking life, eyes squeezed half-shut in concentration.

Tom felt a little miffed at the rejection, but he didn’t give up. Instead he persisted, gently but insistently. He pressed soft kisses to the side of Tord’s neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive skin just below his ear. When Tord tried to cock his head further back to escape, Tom followed, trailing needy wet kisses along his jaw, then up to his cheek, then right at the corner of his mouth. Tord’s breathing was getting shakier, resistance cracking.

“Please…” Tom murmured against his skin, voice husky and a lot desperate. He kissed the corner of Tord’s lips again, then sucked gently on his bottom lip until Tord finally gave in with a huff.

The moment Tord’s mouth opened, Tom surged forward and took control of the kiss. It was really damn uncoordinated because Tord was getting fucked so good it was difficult for him to meet Tom evenly, his lips and tongue lagging half a beat behind with every thrust from Edd. But Tom didn’t care—he was overly eager, almost even greedy, tilting his head and licking deeper into Tord’s mouth, swallowing every shaky moan that vibrated against his lips.

Edd watched them with fond grin, still rocking his hips in that slow rhythm into Tord. “That’s it,” he praised in a demeaning tone, voice thick with satisfaction. “Look at you two… finally playing nice. See? It’s fun to let loose every once in a while,” As he said this, he jerked his hips a little harder, driving deeper into Tord.

This scored a louder moan from Tord, forehead bumping into Tom’s accidentally. The Norsk tugged back from the kiss, teeth gritting together momentarily before leaning back up to connect again thoughtlessly. Tom was fucking in love with this side of the Norse.

While Tom was still ogling, Edd took the initiative in getting him active again. He pushed a firm palm against the back of Tom’s head, nudging him down to get more action going between them. Tom took the hint and leaned in and started kissing Tord again, lips slotting together hungrily.

Satisfied with that, Edd pulled his cock out of Tord with a wet sound. He used his thumb to spread Tord’s folds open, letting the head of his dick rest right at the man’s entrance for a moment, just admiring the sight while the two kept making out. After drinking in the view for long enough, Edd pushed back inside and started fucking Tord in earnest—hard ass thrusts that made hurt Tom’s ass too.

Tord got loud as shit almost immediately. Broken noises were forced out of his mouth with every brutal snap of Edd’s hips, his body arching hard against the ropes. Tom was struggling to keep kissing him properly—Tord was writhing around way too much, his hips jerking and back bowing in. So instead, Tom dipped his head lower, latching onto Tord’s neck and sucking dark hickeys into the sweaty skin.

Moans were practically punched out of his throat with each impact, poor guy. He was trying so hard to keep them in too—biting his lip till it bled worse, turning his face to the side, clenching his jaw, but Edd’s dick was wearing him down, stretching him open and pounding that spot with undying precision.

“Ah!—fuck… nngh—” Tord’s voice cracked when Tom sucked hard on his pulse, feeling the man’s thighs jump at his sides, chest stuttering.

“You like that shit?” Edd grunted. When Tord didn’t answer right away, Edd slapped the underside of his thigh hard. “Answer me.”

Tord hissed, tears budding at the corners of his eyes. “—Y-yes!”

Edd laughed breathlessly and leaned back over Tom, grabbing a fistful of the Brit’s hair to forcefully tilt his head out of the way. He dipped down and stole Tord into a rough, aggressive kiss. The way he leaned in so deep pressed both of them even tighter against the ropes, forcing a low groan out of both men at the same time.

Tom’s vision blurred as he stared at the two of them making out right over his shoulder while Edd fucked the shit out of Tord from behind. His breath felt literally stolen.

When Edd finally pulled back from Tord, he smiled cruelly at the Norwegian. “Apologize to him,” he ordered.

Tord’s throat bobbed. It only took another second before he obeyed. “’M sorry, Thomas,” the Norwegian slurred.

Tom gaped at him, chest swelling and cheeks burning bright.

“Again,” Edd hissed.

Tord stuttered—he actually fucking stuttered. “I—I’m sorry,” he gasped, eyes rolling back when Edd fucked into him even harder.

Edd bit down hard on Tord’s bottom lip, catching some of the blood and grinning at the mess of a man beneath him. He then leaned back just enough to deliver a firm slap across Tord’s cheek. Two in a row.

Tom’s stomach dipped at the sight, warmth rushing to his face. He got even more intense butterflies when Tord reacted with a dazed little grin.

Edd finally leaned back up and continued fucking Tord harder, so hard the ropes were burning now. One hand stayed on Tom’s back while the other pinned Tord’s thigh wide open.

“Look at him,” Edd murmured. “See how lovely he gets when he’s getting fucked good?”

Tom nodded rapidly, soft moans leaving his own throat. Desperate for more, Tom rocked his hips in slow jerks, mashing their clits together harder. The toy inside him shifted deep with every movement.

Tord’s gasps turned dire. “Edd—fuck—I’m gonna—gonna cum—please—” he rambled, hips jerking erratically against Tom’s.

He suddenly surged up and crashed their mouths together in a messy, needy kiss. Tord moaned straight into it shamelessly, and Tom swallowed every sound.

Edd didn’t let up. He fucked Tord harder, repeatedly driving that perfect angle until Tord’s whole body seized and the Norse came hard.

His head dug back into the pillow, a wrecked moan tearing from his throat as his cunt convulsed violently around Edd’s cock. His thighs trembled, hips jerking in short spasms while wet gushed between them, soaking Tom totally. Tord’s eyes rolled back slightly, tears slipping free as the orgasm pulsed through him.

Edd groaned lowly, enthusiastically fucking Tord through the peak for a few more thrusts before he hurriedly pulled out, cock glistening with Tord’s release. “Fuck— you almost made me bust too soon, you greedy slut,” he muttered, voice rough with restraint.

Without warning, Edd reached down and crudely yanked the hooked toy out of Tom’s dripping cunt. Tom gasped at the sudden emptiness, but Edd immediately shoved the same toy straight into Tord’s still-convulsing pussy. Tord seethed, a hiss escaping through clenched teeth as the toy stretched his walls again, locking in place with the hook.

Edd took a slow breath, clearly needing a minute to let his own almost-orgasm fade back to nothing. His cock twitched hard between them, leaking a damn mess. Instead of continuing right away, he decided to switch things up.

He started fumbling with the knots, releasing them from each other with an uncomfortably wet slide. They were both still bound, just separated now. Edd first started undoing Tord, freeing him from the ropes.

“Keep the toy in,” Edd murmured, finally reaching the Norwegian’s wrists and unbinding them from where they’d been locked behind his head.

Tord made a small noise of indignation but otherwise listened, his eyes shifting over to Tom while he rubbed his sore wrists.

Thomas wasn’t sure what this meant for himself. He tried to follow Edd with his gaze as the brunette moved behind him next. Edd started working on the knots around Tom’s legs, freeing them after a moment. Tom let his legs unfold with a sigh of relief at the sudden freedom. His arms, however, stayed bound and folded tightly behind his back.

Edd turned his full attention back to Tom, adjusting himself in front of the Brit’s legs. He rolled Tom onto his side, then lifted one of his legs up and hooked it over his shoulder, letting the other leg fold against the bed.

He ran his thumb over the red rope indents on Tom’s thigh, eyes slowly roaming over his body.

Tord sat himself by Tom’s head, lifting the Brit’s head so it could rest in his lap. Tom swallowed the thickness in his throat, looking up at the Norwegian before his gaze flicked back to Edd, who was running his hand up and down Tom’s lifted thigh.

“You ready, Tommy?” Edd crooned, lining his cock up.

Tom could hardly feel his arms anymore, and he was pretty sure he wasn’t about to be able to feel his cunt either, but he nodded anyway. He felt a little exposed with both of them staring down at him—but he’d given Tord the same treatment, if not worse, so he guessed it was fair.

Edd was quick with it, feeding his dick inside. He had to prop Tom’s hips up with a pillow to make up for the angle as he leaned over him, hands planting on either side of his body. While he was leaning over like that, he and Tord became eye-level and started kissing, right as Edd sank deeper inside Tom.

Tom winced, not as used to the stretch as Tord apparently was. His shoulders lifted as Edd pushed in deeper, his leg twitching against Edd’s shoulder. His eyes fluttered, jaw tensing while he stared up at the two of them kissing right above him.

He flinched when Edd reached the hilt, hearing the soft pop as the two above him parted. They both looked down at him as Edd nestled as deep as he could, grinding his hips forward so the base of his cock pressed firmly against Tom’s clit. Thomas shuddered hard, head tipping back with a shaky breath.

“How do you want me to fuck you?” Edd asked softly, rearing his hips back and starting an aimless pace—just dragging in and out with no real rhythm, leaving it up to Tom to decide.

Tom’s stomach tensed, caught off guard by the question. His mouth opened, then closed. “…What do you mean?” he muttered, twitching when Edd brushed against a sensitive spot inside him.

Edd chuckled, head dipping down as he kept pumping lazily. “I mean…” He huffed, lifting a hand to drag up Tom’s chest. His large palm settled firmly under Tom’s chin, encircling his throat; not squeezing, just holding. “Do you want me to fuck you slow?” he repeated, slowing his hips even more so Tom could feel every thick inch pulling out and sliding back in. “Let you feel every inch?”

Tom’s breathing slowed with the thrusts, his thigh flexing against Edd’s stomach. His eyes hooded, brows drawing together at the slow push and pull. Edd’s hand was warm and all-engulfing around his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing rapidly against the palm.

Then, out of nowhere, Tord decided to air Tom’s business out.

“I think he wants you to hurt him,” he said plainly, one hand gently pushing some stray spikes of hair from Tom’s face.

Tom jerked his head up at Tord in surprise at the sudden input, and the oddly gentle touch—but he should have known better. That same hand moved down his face, pointer and index fingers dipping into his open mouth, hooking deep and making him gag. The sudden intrusion forced tears to spring to his eyes and made his cunt convulse hard around Edd’s cock.

“I think he wants us to bully him,”  Tord continued with a sneer, “even if he tries to be good.” He dragged his fingers over the back of Tom’s tongue and across his molars.

Tom choked a little, heat blooming intensely across his skin at Tord’s admittedly true words. Edd had stopped moving between his legs, one hand still holding Tom’s leg over his shoulder while the other rested idly on his throat. It squeezed suddenly.

“I think you’re right, Tord,” Edd’s voice came, a bit breathless.

There was a split second for Tom to feel scared— then Edd started fucking him as hard as he’d fucked Tord earlier. Tom finally understood why Tord could barely string a sentence together before. The force of Edd’s hips not only bruised the fuck out of his pelvis but drove his cock impossibly deep.

He almost clamped his jaw down around Tord’s fingers, but the Norwegian kept his mouth forced open, fingers hooked firmly in his jaw, letting every sound stream out unfiltered. The only problem was Edd choking him out at the same time, so those sounds came out as weird, hoarse, cut-off gasps and choked whimpers.

His back arched hard, eyes squeezing shut as tightly as possible. His vision blurred into white. The angle was too fucking good. His arms strained behind him, drool dribbling down the side of his face where Tord still had his fingers hooked.

“Fuckkk—you were right, Tord,” Edd panted between thrusts, sweat dripping from his temple. “He can’t get enough,” He jeered.

Tom knew exactly what that meant. He could feel himself gripping Edd like a vice, inner walls pulling greedily every time the man drew back, like his body was trying to drag him deeper. His mind was getting cloudy and stuffy from the lack of air and the overwhelming heat. He loved how it felt.

Tord leaned over him from above, making sure Tom’s mouth stayed nice and wide before spitting into it—some petty payback for having to apologize to him earlier. Tom didn’t give a damn in the moment. He tried to bite down on Tord’s fingers but couldn’t focus enough to do it properly.

“Oh my god—you fucking love this shit!” Edd exclaimed, sounding genuinely surprised by how hard Tom was getting off on it. He released the Brit’s throat momentarily, watching him gasp for air, chest pumping up and down.

Instead, Edd let his now-free hand drag back down Tom’s chest, past the happy trail, until his thumb found the neglected, swollen clit. He pushed over it, pressure gradually increasing until Tom was kicking his leg, desperately trying to escape the overwhelming sensation.

“Edd—e-please—” Tom managed through Tord’s fingers still dug against his cheek, voice warbled and broken.

Edd’s eyes flicked up for a second before darting back down, something clicking in his mind. “Tord, grab the flogger,” he ordered.

Tom lifted his head at the words, eyes widening. Surely Edd wasn’t thinking what he thought he was.

Tord was already reaching down to grab it from the box, a wide grin spreading across his face, clearly elated with whatever Edd had planned.

Edd slowed his thrusts a bit, trading speed for force as he adjusted his grip on the tool. He rolled Tom fully onto his back, taking one leg over his shoulder and spreading it wider for a better angle. Without another look at Tom’s face, he reared the flogger back and let it snap sharply across the Brit’s spread cunt.

The pain genuinely felt like getting electrocuted by a live wire. Tom actually yelled, abs tightening and his leg kicking hard against Edd’s grip.

Edd kept fucking him harder and faster, bringing the flogger down again while he watched Tom writhe. Tord soon had to pin Tom’s shoulders down, forcing him to watch the abuse of his own pussy—which was rapidly pushing him toward orgasm.

“I—I can’t—I can’t—” Tom sputtered, chest heaving as he watched Edd rear his arm back a third time. His slurred words cut off into a pointless flurry of garbled sounds, because the moment the flogger snapped against his clit, he was coming really hard.

Like squirting. A lot. His hips jumped violently, Edd’s dick sliding out by accident. The lower half of his body pulsed white-hot with stinging pain, but somehow the combination felt better than euphoric.

Tom only caught the tail end of Edd hurriedly jerking off onto his stomach, gaze fixed between Tom’s legs. Tom couldn’t bring himself to look. He couldn’t keep his upper body lifted anymore. His abs burned, his arms had gone numb, and he couldn’t even think about the damage done to his fucking pussy.

He let his eyes flutter shut, focusing on regaining his head while the other two moved around him. He was flipped onto his side, eyes finally opening as Edd released the ropes holding his arms folded behind his back. Pins and needles flooded through his limbs, bringing them back to life. Tom sat up slowly, finally looking down at his cunt. He wasn’t shocked to see it swollen—especially his clit. Puffy and red. He sucked in a breath.

“That’s gonna need ice,” Tord commented from beside him.

“…you’d know,” Tom replied, still a bit breathless.

Edd looked between them with a satisfied grin, clearly proud of the mess he’d made of both men. “Well… ahem—” He caught his breath, sitting back down on the bed and leaning on one palm. “You still mad at each other?” he asked, head tipping to the side.

Tom was a little surprised by how quickly the answer came to him. No, he’d forgotten all about his damn notebook. Yeah, he’d probably make Tord buy him a new one or something, but damn… Edd had literally fucked the anger straight out of him. Both of them. The Brit let out a huff, gingerly shaking his head as he glanced over at Tord, who was already tugging on one of Edd’s stray shirts. It hung loose on him, the hem brushing his thighs.

“Yeah… I’m over it,” Tord shrugged, smoothing a hand over the red marks on his wrists.

His silver eyes darted to Tom’s black ones. “We should do this more often,” he added, almost casually.

Tom snorted, unsure if Tord was joking or not. That felt way out of character — inviting him further into whatever little scenes Tord and Edd had apparently been doing without him.

Edd just shrugged. “I’m down. He has better behavior,” the taller man quipped with a smirk.

“Shuddup,” Tord muttered, shooting Edd an irritated look before turning back to Tom. “You wanna, or what?”

“—Um, yeah,” Tom exhaled, nodding slowly. “I guess that’d be cool.”

It was only awkward for a split second before Edd stood up again. “Alright—you guys need some wipes before that shit dries,” he hummed. “And I’m gonna order a pizza,” he added, which sounded absolutely fucking divine right now.

Edd left to grab something for them to clean up with, leaving the two of them alone. Tom adjusted how he was sitting, looking around the room to avoid the sudden silence. Tord cut through it obnoxiously.

“Don’t make it weird,” he scoffed.

“I’m not,” Tom muttered defensively. “I was just surprised.”

“What for?” Tord asked, head tipping.

“I don’t know. Seems like you were kind of… just wanting to be with Edd and you. Like you were jealous.”

Tord scoffed. “I was not jealous, Thomas. I just like my privacy,” he corrected, turning toward him. “But… you’re fun in bed. Fun to watch Edd fuck.” He crawled closer, advancing on Tom with a lazy smirk. “And you surprised me— you didn’t act like a pussy when you had to hit me.”

Tom knew he was supposed to be offended by that, but he was really just getting turned on again by how close Tord was now. “I’m not a pussy, and it wasn’t that hard. You were playing unfairly on purpose,” he muttered, head tipping prematurely like he already knew a kiss was coming. “You like being a brat”

That made Tord smile. He let their lips feather together lightly at first. “Mm— and you liked having your pussy bea—”

Two wet rags hit both of them square in the face, making them jerk back.

“What the fuck!” Tord complained loudly, snatching up the drenched fabric.

Edd stood in the doorway, phone already in hand. “I can’t believe you’re already trying to fuck again. Get dressed and eat first, at least. Christ.” He shook his head, having the gall to pretend to be disgusted with the two.

Tom huffed, sitting up straighter and picking up the rag to wipe himself down. His eyes kept darting back to Tord, who was scrubbing the rag over his face. The heat in Tom’s cheeks was still prominent even after the little flirt. Damn… the Norwegian dick had him pegged.