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It was November, the cold was ramping up now. Time for slipping on ice, staying inside, seasonal depression, and Edd's famous potato soup. Tord was a tad bitter, it marked the end of his favorite month, October. October had so much to love. His own birthday, Halloween, an uptick in metal concerts to attend. It was a delightful time, and it wasn't too cold yet for barhopping.
Last Halloween was interesting, however. The group had decided to go out that night and go crazy, both to celebrate Tord's birthday and Halloween. They hopped between bars and clubs, getting a kinds of fucked up. Everyone was way too hopped up on party drugs and alcohol to realize Matt had broken off of the group for a concerningly long time. The fools had only noticed they were down one person by the time they got a cab home and were unlocking the door. Edd was the one to go out looking, being the most sober of the three.
By the time Edd and Matt got home, Tord was dead asleep in his room. In the morning he'd been told Matt had been bitten by a real vampire and had gone a bit bloodcrazy that night. However.. Tord hadn't experienced this at all and by the time he was awake the next morning Matt was acting perfectly normal. Obviously under the weather from being on.. a lot of drugs.. but nothing out of the ordinary. The only evidence of Edd's story was two new dots on Matt's neck, and you really had to pick them out of the surrounding freckles.
Tord was.. skeptical. This wouldn't be the first time the big man messed with him. But on the other hand, Tom would sometimes be a 20 foot tall freak of nature, so.. not too outlandish.
As the month rolled over into November, Matt showed small signs here and there of vampirism. Suddenly unable to stomach any of Edd's dinners with garlic in, burning much faster than she used to outside. But the skeptic in Tord kept him from fully buying it, Matt was always a bit dramatic, and none of these symptoms were anywhere near as bad as stories about vampires would lead you to believe.. Her skin wasn't a dead gray, her eyes still a gorgeous emerald, and her garlic allergy was mostly just stomach upset.
Tord had only been convinced a few days ago, when Matt had been complaining of stomach pain all day.. Tord didn't really bat an eye, Matt complained daily about many things. But later, walking from the kitchen to his bedroom, Tord saw Matt's door open and saw Matt and Tom on the bed. Matt had his jaws firmly around Tom's neck and pulled back. Matt watched for a moment as blood slowly pooled at the wounds and dripped down. Tord felt his stomach churn as Matt stuck out his tongue and licked it up, slow and sensual.
At that, Tord hurried to his room.. He was freaked out at the confirmation Matt was actually a vampire who enjoyed human blood, yes. But more than that, he was very freaked out at how turned on the scene had made him!! Tord was no stranger to being a pervert, not one bit.. but this was new and very very real.
Ever since that day, Tord could not get the image out of his head.. nor the thought of wanting to be in Tom's place.. Upon trying to ask Edd about it, he was instantly clocked and relentlessly made fun of. So, he just stayed quiet and silently hoped Matt would just come to him naturally when he got hungry. But it never fucking happened!! He had seen Matt go to Tom and Edd but he was never once approached!! Was he doing it on purpose? That was more Edd's cup of tea, messing with him like that.
Today, Tord had started downstairs for his breakfast, but he stopped at the landing when his eyes fell on Matt and Edd, cozied up on the couch. Matt was already prettied up in his makeup and flowy outfit he always wore to work, but instead of gathering his bag and wallet he was straddling Edd. Of course, as if he was doing it to specifically make Tord jealous, he was slowly tonguing up Edd's thick neck, undeterred by the shaggy neckbeard their roommate had.
Tord felt like his feet were weighted as he stood there, should he just continue down and ignore them?? Or go back upstairs and wait for Matt to go to work?? As he stood there and stared like an idiot, he missed the sound of footsteps behind him. Tom came up behind him and glanced at the scene before glancing at Tord. He raised his thin brows at Tord once they made eye contact. Tord didn't say a thing, but Tom still burst out laughing before continuing downstairs.
That caught everyone's attention, Tord felt like a deer in headlights. Edd and Matt just stared at him, as if they were expecting him to stay something.. of course Edd was smirking like the dick he was. Tord felt his face flush before he just grunted, annoyed now. He didn't like feeling like a fool. He could feel everyone's eyes follow him as he stomped into the kitchen. “You're not funny, Tom.” He sneered at his roommate, who was waiting by the toaster and already lighting up a joint. At 8am.. okay whatever floats your boat Thomas…
Tom grinned and blew a generous puff of smoke right into Tord's face. “But I think you're very funny, Tord.” Tom mocked cruelly.
Tord's eyes watered a bit at the assault. He flicked Tom on the forehead and backed off, shocked Tom didn't pursue him and try to get into a fight with him. Lucky the weed mellowed Tom out. Tord made himself some breakfast of eggs and bacon, both sprinkled with some zinc powder for some fucking reason. He plopped the paper plate down on the counter and pulled his laptop off the edge of the counter where it was charging. He ate and started working, ignoring Tom as he left the room with poptarts in hand. What he couldn't ignore, however, was a certain freakishly tall ginger entering the room. He glanced over, heart lurching when they made eye contact.
Tord forced himself to keep looking at his computer while Matt grabbed one of his gay little coffee drinks from the fridge. He had his work bag slung over his delicate yet still muscular shoulder, and his phone and wallet in hand. Despite his full hands, he still ran his hand across Tord's broad shoulders and said goodbye. Tord watched him exit the kitchen with wide eyes. What the fuck was that even about??
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By the time Tord was finished with his work for the day it was already 2, he hadn't realized until he felt how damn stiff his back was from his horrid posture. He always got sucked into his work, Edd commonly had to drag him away to go run errands or just hang out. Tord sat up straight on the leather barstool and stretched until his back popped unpleasantly. He groaned and stood up, shutting his laptop. After plugging the thing back in and putting it back in place on the counter, Tord tugged his shorts down his thighs and strolled into the living room. Edd was fast asleep on the couch with Ringo settled in his lap, all stretched out and purring. Tom was nowhere to be seen, probably either left for work or getting ready still.
Tord huffed and started up the stairs to his room, he rubbed his tired eyes and thought about how Matt caressed his shoulders earlier.. what was that for.. God, if Edd told Matt about his.. interest.. he would straight up murder him. It'd be such an Edd thing to do as well. Despite his charisma and generally sweet demeanor, he could be such a dick. He shut his bedroom door behind him and huffed out a sigh. He looked around the room, hoping inspiration to do something productive would hit him. He locked the door and plopped into bed, rolling over and pulling his blankets around him. Nope, be a bum it was.
He pulled out his phone and tapped around, the blue light from the device wasn't making his eyes hurt any less.. he idly scrolled basically every app he had until he was on instagram. He scanned through stories, generally uninterested. Until familiar freckles blessed his eyes. Just Matt, idly posting about his day on his private account, his lunch at work and showing off the cute samples he had been given. Emphasis on showing off, Matt was an underwear model and given that his account was private, he never shied away from showing off all things between regular men's underwear and lacy lingerie. Of course, today, the day he had already worked Tord up, he was showing off some pretty satin purple ones that left just about nothing to the imagination. His mouth was open enough to show off gorgeous long canines, a new addition that Tord didn't mind one bit.
Bit….. fuuuck he wanted those teeth on his neck so bad, if he wasn't so horny over it he would probably feel some shame over how badly he wants to get his blood drank. He rolled over a bit, tangling himself in the blankets. He liked the story and clicked on the profile, tapping onto the story highlight full to the brim with pictures of Matt in the same white dressing room showing off his mostly nude body in a variety of luxury branded underwear. He stared greedily at his flat stomach, his freckled thighs, how completely hairless he was. Matt was just.. flawless.
It didn't take long for his hand to be down his pants, because despite his shyness towards asking Matt to bite him, he was still a huge pervert who would absolutely jerk off to pictures of his roommate. He was already pushing past his thick bush and rubbing at his cock until it stood firmly in his palm. The sensation sent a small quiver down his thighs, he panted already and stared at the pictures of Matt on his phone. He squeezed and pressed his thumb to the tip, smearing the salty precum down. He let out a slow shaky breath and clicked the screen to go to the next one, where Matt was on his knees with his legs spread to show off the heat he was packing. And Lord, was he packing.
Tord groaned in his throat- moreso a pathetic whine and started jerking off faster, clicking to the next picture.. and the next. He sped up, panting hard until he finished in his own hand. He grunted and furrowed his brows. Post-nut clarity hit hard. He sighed and stood up, throwing his phone to the side. He grabbed some tissue and wiped his palm clean. Man, he was hopeless wasn't he? He plopped back on top of his blankets and checked his phone again.. and saw an instagram notification. He swiped down.
Motherfucker.
He opened it, a message from Matt. Right below the active story he'd liked, Tord had accidentally liked one of those highlights he had just jerked off to. An old one, one he had no excuse to be looking at. Matt's message was just a simple ‘hehehe’ with a heart emoji. Matt was such a smug bastard. Tord felt his stomach heat up a bit. Damn. He sent a frowny emoji, hoping the silly emoji would make him feel less like he'd been caught being naughty. But he had, unfortunately.
Tord spent the next few hours smoking in his room, mostly staying on top of his sheets watching the smoke disappear in the lamplight. He was only interrupted once it became 8pm, there was a jarringly loud knock.
“Mate, dinners ready, don't hole up in your room all night.” Edd's deep voice called through the wood.
“or what?” Tord teased through the door, feeling like being a prick.
“Tord.” Edd said his name with a stern tone that made Tord nervous. Okay, whatever.
Tord groaned, being a dramatic little whore. He left his bedroom, meeting eyes with Edd who was waiting at the top of the staircase. Edd's nose wrinkled the second Tord was out in the hall.
“You fucking reek, Tord.” Edd complained.
Tord frowned. “Thanks, dick.”
Edd huffed. “Matt's gonna have a fit.”
Tord raised his eyebrows at Matt's name. “Matt's home?” He asked, walking closer. “This early?”
Edd nodded. “I know you want him to rip your fuckin throat out but not at the dinner table, okay?” He said sternly, not really giving Tord the choice. As if Tord could get far with his shyness towards Matt and how quickly Tom would shut anything down.
Tord's cheeks turned pink. He hated that Edd knew him so well, him being aware of his desire to be bit was making this much harder. “...... So is he like.. not fully a vampire or whatever, is that why you are.. normal still.” He asked.
Edd pursed his lips. “Maybe. I don't know how it works, Matt sure as hell doesn't either.” He started downstairs. “Come on, Matt kept asking about you eating with us for some reason.”
Tord's stomach dropped. Matt was asking about him? After he had been caught looking at her old sexy pictures?? He was so fuucked holy shit. He put his face in his hands for a moment before he followed Edd down the creaky steps.
Dinner was… hard. Tord could feel Matt staring at him the whole time. Thank god Matt didn't say anything, he'd be so embarrassed. Tord tried to eat like normal and not show that he was freaking out, though Edd totally noticed. Edd could always read him like a book since high school it sucked. He finished, stood, politely excused himself, impolitely left his dirty plate, and hurried back upstairs. He went for his door handle when he heard the stairs creak and a songlike British voice cut through the quiet upstairs hall.
“Tordie!” The sickly sweet nickname was dripping with an unusual level of excitement and affection.
He turned and met eyes with the ginger. “......hi” He said, internally damning himself for saying it like he was so so shy and small. “Do you.. eh.. need me?” He asked, really trying to make Matt unaware of how his heart was racing.
Matt raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “I think it's you who needs someone.” She purred, a teasing edge to her tone. “Why were you looking at those pictures earlier, Tord, darling?”
Tord grimaced, opening his bedroom door and backing inside. “Euhhh..!!” He stuttered, searching every corner of his brain for an excuse that wasn't obviously total bullshit. He gave up and attempted to just shut the door, but Matt jammed their slippered foot in the door. They pushed the door open, entering the room before shutting and locking the door.
The lock clicking echoed quietly in the small windowless room Tord called home. The shorter man looked up at Matt, who was still closing in.
“Okay.. I..” Tord thought. How honest did he want to be??? Matt hummed to show she was listening. “Yknow how you keep biting Edd and Tom for their blood?” He asked, waiting until Matt nodded to continue. “I keep seeing it and……” He bit his lip. “..... Is it weird I'm jealous!?!” He whined, sitting on the bed, not even fighting when Matt came over and sat in his lap.
“Not at all!!” Matt purred warmly in his ear, tenderly draping her long limbs over Tord's shoulders. “Since we are spilling secrets, after the first few times I noticed it was driving you crazy and IIIIII might have been avoiding you on purpose..” She snickered, kicking her feet a bit like a gossiping teen.
Tord just stared at Matt in pure disbelief for a moment, what an asshole!! “What!! You're supposed to be the nice one!” He whined.
Matt laughed softly, squishing Tord's broad shoulders once before getting off him. “It was just too rich.. and very easy. Also, saying I'm the nice one of all of us isn't saying much.” They hummed, putting their hands on their hips. Maybe it was because they kept teasing, or because he had been looking at their near-naked photos today, but Matt seemed extra sexy right now. The way they kind of stuck their hip out, accentuating their flat tummy and pretty long legs.
Tord didn't know what to say, he didn't even need Edd to cruelly tell Matt about what he wanted, he was such a pathetic loser he had been found out easily by all 3 housemates in less than a month!!! How embarrassing!!!!!
“I must say, I'm flattered.” Matt continued. “It makes me consider indulging you.”
Tord hadn't moved an inch, but that sure as hell caught his attention. His eyebrows raised and he looked right up at her. She barely stuttered before coming right back over and getting into Tord's lap for real, straddling his lap. She sat right on his crotch and cozied up, leaning in and kissing all over Tord's face.
He shut his eyes tight and leaned into Matt's face. He had already embarrassed himself a lot today. What harm was there in letting his walls down and not trying to pretend he was apprehensive about the affection? He returned a few kisses before he pulled away a bit. He unashamedly stared at Matt, at his features. His pale skin, the freckles, the two dots on the side of his neck that barely poked through…. He glanced up, staring at the sharp teeth before him. He wanted them on him more than anything in the world right now.
“You're so pretty..” He muttered, letting Matt push him down into the bed and climb right on top of him. Matt just giggled to himself, hardly acknowledging Tord's complement. Tord wasn't caught up on that for long, though. His mind was instantly elsewhere when Matt's lips met his jaw, running tender kisses down the bone towards his chin. He changed direction, moving upwards and gave Tord a few small smooches on the lips before moving back down. He kissed and nibbled nightly on his jaw before moving to his neck.
Tord's heart was POUNDING, speeding up even more as Matt continued her advances down his oh-so vulnerable neck. She followed the line of his muscle that connected to the clavicle that I wish had a common name, not doing anything yet. She just trailed light kisses and occasional licks. She hadn't dared nibbling at the warm flesh of his neck though, she knew putting her teeth close to those veins… just out in the open.. it'd be so easy to lose control.
Tord's stomach churned with anticipation, and his pants were tightening in a hurry. However, despite his eagerness for Matt to bite a chunk out of him, it seemed Matt was insisting on taking this slow. She pulled away from his neck, and for a second just stared down at Tord with her emerald eyes. There was an unmistakable glint in her eyes, lust and hunger.. It went both ways. Tord felt his chest tighten as Matt stuck out her tongue, showing off those pearly whites again before making a show of licking her lips. As if she was admiring a delicious meal.
Matt could kill him right now and here and Tord really wouldn't mind one bit. This was heaven enough. Matt leaned back down below Tord's jaw. He felt their nose graze along his neck briefly before they kissed on the warm side of his neck right where the most convenient cluster of veins were. Tord held his breath as he felt Matt's lips leave his neck for just a moment.
He barely registered what happened, one second he felt Matt's hot breath on his neck, the next Matt had bitten roughly into the side of his neck. Pain shot down his neck into his shoulders and back. Any regular person might have wriggled or winced, but Tord was a freak. He shuttered with delight like he'd just had an orgasm. His eyes stayed squished shut, it'd be a miracle if Matt got any blood from his neck. What with all the blood rushing to his dick.
Matt's teeth were in Tord for a fleeting moment, and Tord finally stopped holding his breath when Matt let go of his neck. He sighed out and moved his hands to gently squeeze Matt's thighs on their side of him. Matt didn't react, he was too focused on the blood pooling at the small puncture wounds. As soon as it began spilling down towards the sheets he leaned in and pressed his tongue flatly against the throbbing wounds. He licked up the length of Tord's neck to where his jaw started, savoring the delightful flavor.
As the licking continued and Tord continued to bask in the delightful feeling of Matt incessantly continuing to lick at the wound. The way the pain continued ebbing into his neck and the rest of his body.. how his nerves lit up every time Matt touched the sore dots. Matt had gotten tired of keeping himself hovering over Tord, and had settled on top of Tord's body. It took seconds for him to notice how Tord's throbbing hard-on was poking incessantly into the softer flesh of his thigh.
Matt hardly reacted, continuing to lick Tord's neck. However, she tilted her hips back and pushed down onto Tord's lap. She slowly rubbed on him, giving him what was pretty much a lap dance as she licked up as much of his blood as she wanted.. and she ate up all she wanted until she felt nice and comfortably full. She pressed the back of her hand to the bloody puncture wounds on his neck, wiping away the still-leaking blood away and the spit that was keeping the blood from clotting. Though, she was sure Tord wouldn't mind too much to be left to bleed out like this.. but Edd would be mad.
Tord barely let Matt sit up before he grabbed onto their hips gently and pushed them down into his lap, grinding his hard-on into the cleft of their clothed ass. Matt met Tord's eyes for the first time in a while and was met with the unmistakable bedroom eyes their pervy roommate had blessed them with many times before. Their fault for having the thought crime of not fucking Tord.
Tord was thrilled when Matt seemed to accept the silent invitation. He laid his head back again now that he didn't have to convince him to stay anymore. Shivers ran up his spine as cold, thin fingers slipped under the hem of his shirt and up his toned stomach. Matt's nails were always long, strong and perfectly painted.. Tord really had nothing but adoration towards his perfect roommate. Though, he'd never say that.. the ginger already had a big enough head.
Matt trailed his nails up slowly, taking his sweet time and pushing Tord's shirt up to expose the hard muscles underneath. He hooked his thumbs under the hem and pulled the shirt easily over Tord's head and discarded it to the floor. His lips were on his muscular chest and abs in seconds, running loving kisses all up and down his torso in silent praise over the form Tord admittedly worked hard to keep.
They had both spent plenty of time together in tender moments like this, pressing kisses into each other's flushed skin, silently making it known how much they admired the other's looks and body. Matt was far from a stranger to this. He got off Tord for a moment to work his pants down his hips, stepping out of them. Tord followed Matt's lead, lifting his hips and pushing his pants and boxers off his ankles with his feet, letting them fall to the floor with a dull thud. Now so exposed, Tord felt a slight tang of embarrassment as Matt took advantage and unashamedly stared at his completely rock hard dick.
Matt giggled when she noticed how Tord was getting red in the face and avoiding eye contact. “You're cute, Tord.” She snickered, climbing right on top of him. She reached over his head into the bedside tables drawer, pulling out a near empty bottle of lube. Tord's thighs fell open as Matt slathered her hard dick with lube, as soon as she finished she moved her hand and rubbed some of the leftover lube over his asshole.
Tord bit his lip, heart skipping a beat when he realized Matt was going straight in. Matt had topped plenty of times, and usually being prepped was a big part- Matt loved dragging it on until Tord was begging. But she had just gotten a manicure and Tord could appreciate that she didn't want to claw apart his insides… though, she was probably thinking more about messing up her nails than Tord. “..Be gentle, please.” He spoke up hesitantly as Matt was lining up.
Matt met his eyes and gave him a gentle smile, his expression was nothing but kind. It usually was. “Let me know if it's too much.” He hummed, moving a hand up to Tord's stomach. He scraped teasingly light with his nails down to his hips and pressed his hip down into the mattress, taking control again and starting to press his thick head into Tord.
Tord's body felt like it was on fire, Matt's nails on his skin was enough to make him tremble but the sudden stretch with no prep was almost too much to bear. He made his feelings known with a whine, one hand dropping to hold onto Matt's strong forearm. Matt was kind enough to go slow, letting Tord take breaks and thrusting ever so slightly deeper every time his body stopped being tense. Tord's body was already sweating, and it already felt pretty good. The pain added to the experience, some part of him kind of wished Matt would ignore his discomfort and just fuck him rough through the pain.. but Matt was never one to really indulge Tord in his more.. outlandish fantasies. Biting him and drinking his blood was already pretty far out of Matt's personal comfort zone.
Tord's body felt like it was buzzing by the time Matt had bottomed out, the skin of her hips meeting flush with his round ass. She hummed as she slowly grinded as deep as her long dick could reach, making no attempt to hide the expression that shows how she loved how Tord squirmed. Tord could never keep his composure when he bottomed, lucky Matt liked it..
Eventually, Matt stopped being a tease and pulled her hips back slowly before pushing right back to meet Tord's ass. Tord's thighs shivered softly and he bit his lip. “Matt..” He whined, the name coming out much more pathetic than he meant. He only got a smile in return, and she didn't pick up the pace for another few minutes. Her cock dragged painfully slowly in and out, before she chose kindness and braced herself on his shoulders and finally started going at a pace that felt great.
Tord's head rolled back a bit and he shut his eyes, fighting to keep his mouth shut.. though it did nothing to stop the grumbly whines coming from his chest. When Matt started fucking him even harder, Tord gritted his teeth and finally started to properly moan out for Matt. Matt grinned when she finally got what she wanted. “Yeah, let everyone know how much you've been wanting this.. You couldn't even wait for me to get home.” Matt panted, moving her hips in killer circles that set Tord's nerves ablaze. Tord reached up and held onto Matt's biceps, squishing the skin with his fingers.
Tord's eyes opened and he stared at Matt's face, he could feel every inch of the model's dick.. He was so perfectly long, curved in just a way that reached that spot that felt like heaven. On top of it all, he was just so so gorgeous. Beautiful ginger locks that fell down past his shoulders, completely flawless skin covered head to toe with freckles that framed his sharp features like they belonged in a museum. Tord's hands moved to Matts shoulders, wrapping around and grabbing them from behind. He pulled him down and made their chests press hard into each other. “You're so pretty.” He moaned, his hot breath right against the shell of Matt's pointed ear.
Matt giggled, the new position left his arms pinned between their bodies. So he pulled them out and wrapped them around Tord's perfectly thin waist. His shoulders and biceps flexed beautifully as he pulled Tord as close as he physically could. Tord cried out as the new position pressed the head of Matt's cock riiight into his sweet spot. “Matt..!!” He yelled out, gripping Matt's shoulders with his nails, scraping pretty hard. “Right there! Please..!!” He panted, the words not cooperating with his lungs.
Matt didn't hesitate to begin hammering into the spot, hard. Tord knew Matt took delight in this too, he could feel how Matt had to push harder because he was tightening around him. Tord wailed every time Matt brutally hit the spot. Edd was definitely hearing this if he was in his room across the hall.. eh who cares. It didn't take more than a few minutes of this for Tord to cum hard, splattering his jizz across both his and Matt's tummies. Only Matt could make him finish like that without touching his dick.. he was so magical.
While Tord admired Matt and caught his breath, Matt was humping into him like a wild animal, eventually slamming in all the way and giving Tord quite the creampie. She stilled and stayed in Tord for a moment, taking a few seconds to breathe and come down from that high.
Tord lifted his leg just enough and pushed Matt's hip with his knee, enough for her to get the message and back off. She rolled over to lay beside him. Now free to move, Tord started to sit up to grab the tissues from his workdesk. However, the second his head was off the bed the room started to spin like crazy. Despite the pretty clear warning from his body, he tried to push himself to his feet. He was so lucky Matt was watching, she got right up and caught Tord before he ate shit. “Oookay, lay down.” She instructed, making it clear there was no option. Tord got back in the bed with Matt's help and slumped into the comforter. He felt like he weighed 500 pounds.
Matt was kind enough to stand and wiped Tord up enough to avoid feeling yucky, they settled back on the bed and met eyes with Tord. “Sorry..” They said sweetly, but the smile on their face did not indicate any real guilt. “I didn't mean to drink that much, you tasted great.” They snickered.
Tord just huffed weakly and rolled over to lean into Matt's warm body. “Whatever.” He puffed, trying to be pouty. Matt just chuckled and kissed the top of Tord's head. “I'll grab you some food in a minute, and we can rest.” They offered.
Tord blinked softly, slowly nodding after a second. “You're perfect.”
“I know.”