"Good morning, Jeho!"

"I hope you die."

"You sound like my mom."

Tom glared at him from his bed, hand clutching Tomme bear. "Tord, this is why we're the only people that put up with you."

Tord gave him finger guns as he sat up. "I'm popular wherever I go, so fuck you."

A wink later and Tom shakily stood up. A soft headache made him stumble, but he shook it off and headed to his dresser. He took a glance at Tord. "Why are you still here?" With nothing but his ASDF shirt and briefs on, one would figure he'd be more embarrassed.

"Well..." Tord walked in, closing the door behind him. "I want to do something with you, but I kinda need your consent first."

"Congrats, you're not a rapist." Tom pulled his blue sweatshirt over his head.

"Fuck you."

Tom winked.

"Nah, I'd like to... practice some... public stuff again." Tord rubbed the back of his neck, ashamed as he leaned against the door.

Tom gave him a look as he fished out a pair of jeans. "What do you mean, public stuff? It's just the four of... oh, you kinky bastard."

"S-So... is that a yes?" Tord asked, giving him a bashful grin.

He buttoned his jeans as he sighed. "What if they find out, though?" He looked up at Tord.

A moment of silence filled the air as Tord walked closer. "Don't worry about it, Jeho. They won't." Tord pressed a kiss against his forehead.

"You do know this is at my expense, right?"

Tord finger gunned him.

*-*

"Good morning!" Matt chirped as Tom and Tord walked into the room, everyone in their usual place.

"I wish I was dead."

"I made pancakes!" Edd interrupted, placing plates down in front of them. "Tord with syrup, Tom with none, right?"

"Edd, I would sacrifice my children for you." Tord stabbed at the pancake, shoving a piece into his mouth.

"Thanks, Edd," Tom said, significantly more calm as he smiled. He began to cut it up.

Matt pouted. "I don't like pancakes." He crossed his arms.

With a roll of his eyes, Edd gave Matt a quick kiss. "I'll make you hashbrowns, but they'll take a bit, okay?"

"Okay!"

How the hell can he be cheery this early in the morning? Tom thought to himself, glaring before taking a piece for himself.

He just about melted, eyes closing in delight. Seriously, Edd's food is magical, which is very lucky for Tom, considering he can't even make a macaroni.

No wonder his family thinks he's a disappointment.

Shit, that sounded angstier than he meant it to.

He shrugged it off, eyes opening once more. He realized he missed half of the conversation thinking about Edd's beautiful food that he'd die for.

After one last bite, he pushed his finished pancake away from him, as he'd put it in the dishwasher later. He placed his head in his hand, just watching everyone chat around him. It felt rather peaceful to him—

A hand slipped up his thigh, causing him to blink and look down at it.

Fucking... Tord.

The hand began to palm his crotch, causing him to twitch. Mind you, Tom had given him consent and a non-conspicuous safeword (any form of the word brownie).

Tom curled his fingers around his face, one pressed against his lips and another on his nose, hoping to hide at least part of his red cheeks.

Everyone started to laugh, which Tord took to his advantage as he unbuttoned and unzipped Tom's jeans.

One day, Tom's gonna get this man murdered.

Tord pulled his cock out of briefs, slowly wrapping his hand around it and giving it a few pumps. As a response, Tom hid half his face with his hand, occasionally rocking his hips into the touch when he couldn't control himself.

"Ah... Tom, are you okay?" Matt interrupted him out of his thoughts, causing him to look up.

"Pardon?"

Matt tilted his head in worry. "You look like you're about to cry, mixed with a fever. You've been getting those recently. Are you okay?" He leaned closer, causing Tom to panic.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," he managed, letting out a nervous laugh. "I'm just dealing with a really bad hangover, and Shenna left me in the rain last night."

"Shenna's a big mood." Tord gave him a grin. "Er det ikke riktig, kattunge?"

Tom's thighs squeezed together as he shot the boy a vicious glare. "I'm going to murder you one day, Tord. J'utiliserai ton sang pour huiler les articulations de ton père, petite garce. Vos reins seront délicieux avec la putain de sauce à l'agneau—"

"Tom, what the hell?" Matt sat, horrified.

Ah. He forgot Matt knew French as well.

"What'd he say?" Edd said, confused. The useless fuck (kidding, I love you, Edd) only knew English.

"Uh... I don't know if I can repeat that, like, legally—"

"Do it, pretty boy."

Matt always liked strokes to his ego.

"Well... to quote him..."

"Matt, no, please spare me," Tom begged, placing his forehead on the counter.

"He said 'I will use your blood to oil your father's joints' and 'your kidneys will taste good with lamb sauce'."

Tom let out a giggle, unable to hold it back.

Fuck you, he's funny.

"I'm stealing that." Tord ran his thumb over Tom's slit, causing the boy to flinch.

"Was that a Gordan Ramsey reference?"

"Gordan Ramsey is my daddy," Edd jumped in, slamming his fist against the table, causing Tom to flinch back. "I'd let him dom me."

"Really? He seems more like a power bottom to me."

"Can you guys not talk about Gordan Ramsey's sex love while we're eating breakfast?" Matt interrupted as Tom began to rock his hips into Tord's touch.

This is a very awkward conversation to get off to.

Tord gave him a quick squeeze, so Tom bucked his hips into it, eyes widening as he covered his whimper with a cough. Everyone turned to look at him, making his cheeks burn with humiliation as Tord slowly rubbed his cock, as though massaging it.

"Tord?"

"Yes, kattunge?"

"How do you say 'fuck you' in Norwegian?" he asked sweetly, tilting his head up at Tord.

Tord chuckled. "Faen deg. To say it slowly, 'fawn dai' is how you say it."

"Faen deg."

"Elsker deg også, tispe." Tord winked at him before squeezing once again.

"Alright, Matt, speed eat the hashbrowns. We wanna get there before the church rush."

Matt squeaked, taking the plate and shoving hashbrowns in his mouth. Edd endearingly watched this mess of a man. Tord took the opportunity to lean over and whisper into Tom's ear.

"You're liking this, aren't you? You like the humiliation, you slut."

Tom let out a gentle noise at the degrading name, rocking his hips into Tord's touch as Matt tried to speak with his mouth full. Neither Edd or Matt were paying attention to them.

"You're a good slut, though. They don't know a thing." His thumb lazily massaged Tom's slit, causing Tom to squeeze his eyes shut.

"Alright, you ate that in record time!" Edd praised, kissing Matt's cheek before the ginger slipped off the counter. "Let's hurry to the car."

"Bye Tim, bye Todd!" Matt called as they rushed out to the hallway, Edd waving.

The moment the garage door slammed shut, a defeated moan trickled out of his mouth, biting his lip.

"You did so good, kitten," Tord purred, releasing Tom's cock, earning a whine. "They had no idea." He stood and gripped Tom, lifting the boy up bridal style.

"You're an asshole," Tom hissed, squirming in Tord's grasp and hiding his hard-on.

"You're just angry because you liked it," he teased, carrying Tom into his bedroom. He placed the boy down on his bed, grinning at Tom's flustered face. "Another request."

"Oh, my god, what now?" Tom groaned as Tord rustled through his nightstand.

"Ever used a blindfold and handcuffs?" He grinned, turning back to Tom with said items in his hands.

Tom sighed. "Slip those puppies on, then."

"Yes!" Tord cheered, practically tackling Tom as he pushed him against the bed. Tom squeaked but didn't struggle as Tord pulled his arms together. Tom watched, vaguely nervous as Tord cuffed his hands together, tight.

"You have the key, right?" Tom asked reluctantly, biting his lip.

"Of course." Tord softened, leaning down to give Tom a kiss on the forehead. "Hey, if you're uncomfortable, we don't have to do this." He cupped Tom's cheek, thumb rubbing across the skin.

He smiled meekly. "As long as you... respect the safeword, it's okay."

Tord placed a soft kiss on his nose. "You know I always will, Tom."

His heart fluttered.

The moment just had to be ruined by Tord. The blindfold slid over his eyes, causing Tom to whimper as he rubbed his thighs together.

Tord shushed him. "You remember the safeword?"

"Brownie."

"Good boy," he purred, leaning down to press a kiss against Tom's lip, causing the boy to squeak in surprise. "You're adorable."

"I'm not cute." Tom pouted, placing his arms above his head as he squirmed.

"I disagree. You're the cutest fucking thing on this planet. You're cuter than Ringo."

"Woah." Tom furrowed his eyebrows. "That's crossing the line."

A roll of his eyes. "Shut up, søtnos." Hands ghosted Tom's cheeks as Tord stared down at this beautiful mess.

A messy field of brown hair sat on the top of his head, extra strands peering out from the side due to the lack of hair gel. His chin tilted back, revealing his clean, pale neck (only because of makeup). Pink lips parted as Tom tilted his head, cheeks looking adorably soft. Tord couldn't help but reach and caress one, venting out a soft sigh.

"Tord...?"

The voice snapped him out of his thoughts, blinking as he looked down at the boy. "Sorry, kitten. I'm just admiring you." He pressed a kiss against Tom's soft nose before pulling off Tom's jeans and briefs, tossing them off to the side. He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face at the way Tom's cute election stood tall.

Without warning, Tord's fingers ghosted the head of Tom's cock, causing the boy to squeak and press his thighs together.

"Asshole!" Tom hissed, puffing out his cheeks as Tord scoffed. He removed his hands from the boy, turning to get lube from his nightstand. He'd learn to just place it on top, easy to reach. The cool substance pooled on his fingers as he pumped it. He turned back to the poor, squirming boy with a grin on his face.

"You look cute," he offered, sliding his middle finger against Tom's pink hole, his other hand grasping Tom's ass cheek to spread it.

"T-Tord..." he whimpered, only to let out a huff of annoyance to hide it. "It's fucking cold, commie." He squirmed desperately, pulling at the handcuffs.

"Just like your fucking heart."

"Could you shut the fuck up?"

Tord started laughing, shaking his head. He slipped his finger inside. Tom let out a soft noise, slowly rolling his hips into the touch. Tord couldn't help but let out a chuckle, his other hand slipping under Tom's sweatshirt to rub his side.

"You look cute like this," he teased, pushing in another finger. He spread Tom open, causing the poor boy to whine as he arched his back.

"Fuck off," he whined, his voice drenched in pleasure. Tord rolled his eyes and pushed his fingers against Tom's prostate. He let out a gasp, knees pulling together.

Tord clicked his teeth, hand slipping from under Tom's sweatshirt to grab his knee and pull it away. A whine escaped him as he squirmed, trying to look at Tord but ultimately failing due to the black blindfold.

"I hate you..." he muttered, rocking his hips into the fingers. Tord just rolled his eyes, lazily milking Tom for all the noises he could get. Tom whimpered, gritting his teeth. "Holy hell, can you just get on with it already?"

Suddenly, Tord's other hand cupped Tom's cheek, forcing the boy's head up. He leaned down and pressed his lips against Tom's, rubbing Tom's skin affectionately.

"Cute," he mumbled as he pulled away, head tilted as he watched Tom. He pulled his fingers out of Tom, whose breath hitched at the action. Hands finding his jeans, Tord unbuttoned and unzipped it before pulling it down. A snicker escaped his lips, grabbing some more lube. He slathered it against his cock before grabbing Tom's thighs, pulling him up and causing the boy to yelp.

"What was that for?" Tom squeaked out, trying to pull his hands apart but ultimately failing.

Tord shushed him, blunt nails digging into his thighs. He slowly pushed inside, grinning as Tom's head tilted back. Lips parted for a gasp, a moan escaping those pretty pink lips.

"Tord..." Tom whimpered as Tord gently rubbed his thigh.

"Yes, kitten?" Tord slid a knee under Tom to hold him up, using it to free one of his hands and grip Tom's chin.

A huff escaped his lips. "Just fucking move already!" he hissed, squirming. He still couldn't see shit, but whatever.

Tord rolled his eyes but did as he was told, not bothering to slow down. He rammed into Tom, the poor boy moaning out.

"Good boy," Tord couldn't help but pant out, grinning at the beautiful mess below him. Tom tugged at the handcuffs once more, heaving for breath.

"More!" Tom gasped out, mouth open to pant. He pulled his hands closer to himself, curling up. "Fuck," he whined, one leg relaxing on Tord's shoulder.

Tord bit his lip, slipping his thumb inside Tom's mouth. He massaged the tongue below his thumb, grinning at how Tom obediently opened his mouth more. "Du er en god liten ludder, ikke sant?" he growled, smug at how Tom whined at that. He tilted his thrusts, letting out a grunt when Tom tightened around him, removing his thumb.

"Right t-there!" Tom called out shamelessly, tensing up as his back arched. "Holy... fuck..."

A chuckle escaped his lips, followed by a soft groan. "Good boy," he repeated, nails digging into Tom's thigh. "So good."

Tord's name slipped out from Tom's mouth as he whined, only to squeak when Tord pressed his lips against Tom's. His tongue slipped inside, huffing out a laugh.

A muffled moan escaped Tom's lips as sweat dripped onto him. Tord released his sweet, pink lips with a grin.

"Cute," he mumbled, only to push Tom up more so he could pound into the boy easier. Tom responded with a slutty moan, trying to grit his teeth together and prevent a moan. Tord huffed. "Open your mouth. Moan for me, kitten."

"T-Tord," Tom whimpered sweetly, fingers curling in pleasure. "I'm gonna come..." He pushed his head to the side, heaving for breath as another moan escaped his lips.

"Come for me," Tord grunted out, hand reaching down to grip Tom's cock and pump it up and down. "Be a good boy and come for me."

At the praise, Tom's back arched as he came, mouth open lewdly. He squeezed around Tord, unable to help himself as a loud moan escaped him.

With that, Tord spilled his come inside of Tom, thrusts becoming shallow. A low groan escaped him, Tom going limp under him. After a minute of panting, Tord pulled out of him.

"Tord...?" Tom murmured, tilting his head.

"Hmm?"

"Can you take it off?"

Tord couldn't help but snicker, smiling gently. "Of course, min kjærlighet." He pulled off the blindfold then moved away to grab the handcuffs key on his nightstand. When he turned back, he grinned at the boy's useless squirming. "Mmh... you look cute like this. I don't know if I should take those off."

"Tord!" A pout appeared on Tom's face. "Don't be such an asshole."

He snickered but grabbed Tom's hands, tilting them so he could insert the key and unlock it. He tossed the handcuffs to the side before sitting on the bed and pulling Tom onto his lap. He began to massage Tom's wrists.

"Huh...? What are you doing?" Tom asked, glancing down at his red wrists.

Tord's eyebrows raised. "I'm making sure your wrists aren't sore. I mean, I kinda did ask you." He shrugged. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, you're fine." Tom shook his head. "But... thank you." His cheeks dusted pink as he looked down, Tord resting his chin on his shoulder.

"Of course, kitten."

okay so--

before i say this, im honestly expecting a rejection, so nbd--

but i've seen?? people do "story cover competitions"?? and i've always felt bad, because the cover of this story is just my cat and i don't really have the art style for a story cover, and i wanted to know if that's possible??? it'd be so nice of anyone, but i guess i don't want to pressure,,, anyone,,, i mean this story isn't that popular and shit??? i just??? wanted to know if it's possible??? i'd credit the person, of course------

ANYWAY, school is starting for me in exactly a week, so i dunno if i'll be updating as much as I do, and i rarely update now so like--