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The buzz from the alcohol rang through Tord’s head as he tilted his head back and swallowed his umpteenth shot of vodka. He could practically feel the weight of Tom’s cocky stare from the couch parallel to the one he was sitting on, but he’d rather focus on winning the bet.
Edd and Matt were out—Tord forgot what exactly for at this point—so he and Tom were left alone at home. Of course, time and boredom eventually got to both their heads. After some banter, Tom made a snarky comment about Tord being a lightweight, so naturally, Tord had to prove him wrong.
Which was how they ended up here.
Tord wiped his lips with the back of his hand, sleeve catching the droplets of alcohol, and flashed a cocky grin at Tom. “Didn’t you say I couldn’t get past eight shots?”
Tom’s eyes narrowed in distaste. “Don’t get cocky,” he snarled, snatching the nearly empty beer bottle and pouring himself another shot. He threw his head back and chugged it in one go.
Tord’s gaze settled on the way Tom’s Adam's apple bobbed.
When he caught himself staring, he cleared his throat and held his shot glass out. “I’m not backing out until you do,” he declared, still wearing that stupid wolfish grin on his face.
After seventeen shots, the two men called it even—albeit Tord was a few shots behind. Tord was slumped over the couch’s armrest, grimacing while holding his gaze on Tom, whose face was immensely flushed. Tom seemed to have noticed the staring, as he returned it with a fierce glare that would have been intimidating if Tord didn’t know any better.
“Stupid fuckin’ commie…” Tom grit out, raising his arm to lazily point at Tord. “Starin’ at me for what, huh? Y-You… Hentai watchin’… asshole… I won…”
Tord’s eyebrow quirked at the slurred statement, both in amusement and irritation. On one hand, he was quite bothered at the fact Tom had indeed won… on the other hand, he was quite amused at the drunken state Tom was in right now. His ephemeral pondering was quickly interrupted by more of Tom’s grumblings.
“You pussy’d out—I knew you would!” The corners of Tom’s lips curled into a satisfied, victorious smile. “Dumb hentai addict can’t even keep up with me…”
He paused, face contorting in confusion and accusation.
“Why the fuck do you watch so much hentai anyway? There can’t be that much videos for you to watch, is there?”
Tord scrunched his nose in irritation as he watched Tom faceplant onto the couch and proceed to crawl over just to shove his pointer finger into Tord’s chest. “Yer’ hidin’ something, I know you are. I’ll find out what it is.”
Tord scoffed at the comment, dismissively waving his hand in Tom’s face. “Hiding something?” He echoed, as if the very thought was absurd. “You’re being dramatic. I wouldn’t expect anything less of you, though. After all, you’re just classic. Stupid. Tom.” A sly smirk stretched across his face as he jutted his finger into Tom’s own hoodie, returning the act.
That seemed to tick Tom off, as Tom immediately fisted the front of Tord’s hoodie and shook him. “The fuck are you saying, commie?” He spat, fingers tightening in the bunched up, red fabric. Tord’s eyes glinted with mischief, and he took the opportunity to press closer. “I could ask you the same thing. Aren’t you supposed to be witnessing Jehovah or whatever you Jehovah Witness people do? Why’re you getting wasted with me?”
For a moment, Tom just stared at Tord, pissed, then he doubled down. A slow smile tugged at his lips. “Oh, I know… You’re hiding something in your hentai collection, huh? Some real fucked up shit, I bet.”
That seemed to catch Tord’s attention, but Tom kept going.
“You oughta have some gay shit in there… I wonder what? What do you have, huh? Femboys? Catboys?” He released Tord with a shove. “Gross. I better not catch any photos of me in there, commie, or I swear to god.”
Tord’s jaw clenched, but he kept watching. It could have been both the drinks and the fact it was past midnight and he was tired, but he wasn’t in for Tom’s bullshit—especially not right now.
“I don’t get what you’re saying, Tom.”
Without thinking, Tom’s hand stretched out and planted on Tord’s thigh—he pressed closer with a drunken smile on his face, as if shit was sweet. “That’s what you’re hiding, isn’t it? I knew you were a faggot.”
“Hey…!”
Tord’s breath hitched as Tom’s fingers got too close to his bulge, the full weight of the man on his lower body not helping much either.
“Do the fags fuck like this in your comics?” Tom sneered, purposely pushing his full weight onto Tord as he straddled his hips and leaned in. Tord turned his head away, but despite his best efforts, he could smell the beer on Tom’s breath as he nuzzled his nose into Tord’s cheek. Suddenly, Tom grabbed the beer bottle and pressed the rim of the glass to Tord’s mouth, the alcohol rushing past Tord’s lips and running down his throat.
Tord sputtered around it until Tom carelessly tossed the empty bottle somewhere on the carpet, redirecting all his attention back to Tord, who was staring up at Tom like he was insane.
Because he was insane, right?
Who in their right mind would do this?
Even Tord wouldn’t go this far, and he’s done some fucked up shit!
Tom sighed and sat up, glaring down at Tord. “Are you stupid? You’re supposed to react or something.”
His eyes widened, and his eyebrows furrowed in disgust.
“Don’t tell me you’re actually into this.”
Tord squawked at the mere idea, and he immediately sat up to level with Tom’s gaze, flustered. “Why would I be the one into this? You’re the one who came on me!”
Tom’s mouth fell open to retort, but his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden hardness against his ass. For a moment, he couldn’t process any thoughts at all as it kept growing, forming around the roundness of his own ass.
Meanwhile, Tord just gawked at Tom, unsure of what to do. He raised his hand to clamp over his own mouth, suddenly feeling the heat rush into his cheeks… and… well…
For an extended period of time, the two men just sat in silence, unsure of what to do.
…
“You’re a sick bastard.”
“I could say the same thing about you.”
After the retort, Tord clenched his teeth and threw his head back against the headrest, muscles tense. He was resisting every urge to dry hump Tom’s ass. It was warm and heavy against his dick, but god, it’d go against his every moral if he gave into his instincts. His mind buzzed.
Until Tom lifted his hips—only to drop them back down against Tord’s groin, purposely grinding his ass against the hardened tent in his pants. At the friction, Tord’s eyes shot wide open and he gasped, hands immediately coming up to settle on the sides of Tom’s waist. He glared daggers at Tom. “What’s wrong with you?!” His face was practically pink now.
Tom just smirked, resting his hands on each side of Tord’s ribs. “You seem like you’re enjoying it.”
“That’s not the— Mmnfpgh!” Tord bit his lip as Tom ground down on his hips once more, using every last bit of his strength to not cave in right then and there.
Tom just glanced down at the tent forming in his own sweatpants, swiping his fingers across his lips. “We might as well take care of these instead of lying to ourselves.”
Stupid. Tom.
Tord was internally cursing out Tom in all the possible ways his mind could think of.
But the heat in his abdomen only kept growing by each second, and if he didn’t take care of it now, he’d probably explode. He hesitantly glanced up and locked eyes with Tom, who was already backing off.
“Hnngh…?” Tord grunted, confused.
Until Tom lowered his head towards Tord’s crotch and pulled down his sweatpants. Before Tord could process anything else, Tom leaned down and mouthed at Tord’s balls through the thin layer of his boxers.
It was a sight that Tord never thought he would have seen—nor enjoyed.
The way Tom’s lips closed around the curvature of his balls lapped at it, his hand caressing the other…
Tord’s dick twitched beneath the cotton, and Tom seemed to have caught that too. Then, he released Tord’s balls and licked a stripe up the length beneath the tent before tugging the boxers down in an abrupt motion.
Tord’s cock eagerly sprung out—fully hard, pink, and veiny. His breath hitched as it slapped against Tom’s face, who winced at the lewd impact.
“Hey, if we get caught—“
“Shut up.”
With that, Tom wasted no time licking one last stripe up Tord’s length before taking it between his lips. Tord shuddered at the wave of pleasure that ran down his spine. Unsure of where to put his hands, he rested one hand in the tufts of Tom’s hair as he bobbed his head.
“Ah…” Soft moans slipped between parted lips as Tom skillfully pressed his tongue against the meat and sucked hard. With each bob, he nuzzled his nose into the half-shaven bush of brunette pubes, swallowing around the base.
As the minutes passed, Tom’s irritation grew, and he pulled off Tord’s length with a slick POP! He wiped his wet lips with the fabric of his sleeve and glared daggers at Tord. Tord just gazed at him, chest heaving and mind dizzy.
“What? You don’t even wanna fucking cum?”
Tord cocked his head and snarled at Tom. “Don’t blame me because you couldn’t stimulate me enough.”
“Nah, it’s because you’re a fucking incel who can’t cum anymore because he jerks off ten times a day!”
Tord scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I’m the whore? Who was the one just sucking my dick like his life depended on it?”
“You wish,” Tom scowled.
Suddenly, Tom got on his knees while still propped on the couch, towering over Tord’s figure. He couldn’t care less about the watchful gaze of the hentai-addicted pervert, especially not right now. He clumsily fumbled with the drawstrings of his sweatpants until he finally managed to loosen them, not-so-gracefully dropping them down to bunch up at his knees.
Tord could only watch in shock as Tom sucked on his two fingers, the lewd sounds of sucking only making his erect cock twitch even more. When Tom’s fingers were slick and ready, he used his free—dry—hand to lift his hoodie and aim the two fingers at the pink rim of his asshole.
“…hey, what the fuck are you looking at?” Tom cocked his head.”
“What do you think? I’m just enjoying the show.”
Tom shook his head in exasperation and grunted as he nudged the digits at the rim, testing the grounds… then he slowly pushed them in.
It was a tight stretch, he’d admit it burnt a little too—but he’d rather die than let Tord think he was the type of pussy to back out now. No, he needed to prove that he wasn’t that kind of coward.
His face twisted as he slowly pushed the digits through, his flesh warm and tight around him. He tried to ignore the stupid, fascinated stare that Tord had on him right now.
He yelped as he was suddenly yanked down and shoved onto his back, a sharp moan escaping his throat as the sudden motion drove the digits knuckle-deep. The glare he shot at Tord non-verbally threatened to kill him if he didn’t provide a good explanation right then and there.
Tord caged Tom against the couch with his limbs, crowding him against the limited space. “Here, let me help,” he muttered, gently tugging at Tom’s sleeve.
Tom let out an indignant “tch” and turned his head away, but pulled his fingers out anyway. He grimaced at the wet sensation and loud squelch. A noise of protest emerged from his throat as Tord suddenly shoved two of his own digits deep inside, invading his entire mouth like it was some fucked up version of a dentist’s visit.
He gagged and sputtered as Tord’s fingertips brushed the back of his throat, but Tord only offered a not-so apologetic grin and retracted his hand.
A long string of saliva connected Tord’s fingers to Tom’s mouth, which eventually broke as Tord brought it closer to Tom’s groin.
“Huh?”
Tom glanced up, annoyed.
“Spread your legs wider, I can’t see.”
Without prior warning, Tord used his free hand and hiked Tom’s legs over his shoulders, hunching over Tom’s frame to get a better look at his asshole. Meanwhile, Tom was on the verge of breaking in half, hands scrambling for purchase on the couch.
“Give a guy a warning next time!”
“Mh? Oh. Yeah.”
What an asshat.
Tord’s fingers prodded at Tom’s puckered asshole, like the bastard was examining it. Could anyone blame him? He’d expected it to be a bit more ugly but… it was oddly clean. And pink. He enjoyed the way the flesh bounced back if he poked at it.
When he sensed Tom’s sulking, Tord just let out a laugh and finally pushed the digits in.
It felt much more different than when he fingered himself.
Tom stiffened, but Tord seemed to sense this, and just murmured a mocking “relax” and experimentally spread his fingers wide, easing for a certain area he’d only ever heard of.
Then—
“Mnnfph!”
Bingo.
That was easier than anticipated, Tord internally noted.
A sinister smile tugged at the corners of Tord’s lips as he pulled his fingers back, only to shove them back inside, knuckle-deep.
“Ah! Wait— What are you…?” Tom’s breath hitched, and his back involuntarily arched off the couch by a few inches.
Tord’s fingers were long—longer than his own. They reached a depth inside his walls that he never stimulated before, but he’d never affirm that out loud and consequently fuel Tord’s ego.
It was an unfamiliar sensation.
Tom glanced up at him through tear-glazed eyes, lips parted open in uncertainty, but Tord only locked eyes and licked his lips with hunger.
He kept thrusting his fingers and hitting the same spot that Tom wasn’t used to feeling so intensely.
Tom’s face was flushed a bright red, eyebrows knitted in pleasure as his stomach coiled, a familiar sensation building up in his abdomen.
Until Tord suddenly pulled his fingers out, his stomach feeling empty again.
A pathetic whine fell from Tom’s lips. “What…?”
“I’m dying here, too. You’re not gonna get all the fun,” Tord tutted, grabbing hold of his own cock. Compared to Tom’s genitals, he was massive in size—and his girth looked monstrous while it nudged at the tight hole it would have inevitably entered anyway.
“H-Hold on…!”
“Hold on?” Tord snickered. “You’re the one who started this in the first place. Don’t tell me to hold on.”
“A-AH! Mngh… Hah…!”
Tom gasped as Tord bottomed out in one thrust, toes curling in the air. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he registered the sheer size inside of him. He clawed at Tord’s chest, but he couldn’t do much damage through the thick fabric, so he settled for taking hold on his forearms instead.
Too much.
“I swear to— Wait! Ah.. Ngh! Mh!” Tom cried as Tord relentlessly thrusted into his hole, bottoming out each time. His eyes squeezed shut, head falling back onto the couch. “Ough!!”
“Who knew such a stuck up little bitch like you was so… ngh… tight…?” Tord lowly chuckled as he paused for a moment only to slam into Tom’s ass once again.
“Wait—“ Tom choked out.
If only Tom knew how cute he looked when he was like this.
Maybe Tord should do this more often.
Tom felt too full, and when the base of Tord’s cock stretched his rim, he swore he could feel his tip deep in his stomach. He felt every inch in his guts—he was going to break at this rate! When Tord paused again, Tom was too busy catching his breath, until—
“Look.”
Huh?
Tom glanced down only to squawk at the sight. His stomach bulged out in an outline of Tord’s cock, molding around the girth like his body was made just for him.
Tom’s face flushed in embarrassment at the realization.
Then, Tord relentlessly drove his cock into Tom, ramming into the tight heat with no mercy. Tom clawed at Tord’s back, yelping helplessly. “Uungh!”
The sound of lewd squelches and moans soon filled the livingroom, the rhythmic slapping like music to their ears. Tom was trembling at that point, his own cock bouncing pathetically. Suddenly, the thrusts got faster—more animalistic. Tom howled as Tord suddenly gripped his length and squeezed hard, pumping his dick in time with each thrust. As expected, white ropes squirted from Tom’s dick, followed by a small whimper—and then by a series of weak wails.
“I already ca- Ah…Ah..! Hah!” He shook his head desperately, hands clinging to Tord’s hoodie. His legs spasmed behind Tord’s back, knees still hooked onto his shoulders. “Too much! It’s too much!” He cried.
Finally, Tord jammed his cock as far as he could inside of Tom, panting as he spent inside. If Tom possessed a uterus, one would think Tord was trying to breed him.
Or maybe he was drunk to the point he really was trying to do so.
Tord weakly rode out the aftershocks and laughed at Tom’s fucked-out moans. It wasn’t long until he collapsed onto Tom’s chest and let out a satisfied hum, studying Tom’s expression through half-lidded, sleepy eyes.
“You’re drooling everywhere,” he teased, lifting a finger to catch some of the drool dripping down Tom’s mouth.
Tom slapped Tord’s hand away, shooting a half-hearted glare at him. “Shut up.”
…
Tord laughed and wrapped his arms around Tom’s limp form, hugging him close. “Maybe we should do this more often. I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”
…
“Mmh… just clean up before Edd and Matt get here.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”