TomTord Oneshots

Bounty Hunters and Sexual Tension

At this point Tord was asking for entrance, his tongue persisting against Tom's lips. His hands were roaming every inch of Tom's body and he was subtly and shamelessly thrusting his hips forward. The man on his lap couldn't help but submit.

"Mmgh!—"
One little centimeter of Tom opening his mouth and Tord was already deep inside, exploring every square inch of him with no hesitation. Roughly yet passionately; reckless without a thought. It was exactly what Tom expected from Tord when they first kissed. But God, he could help and melt with absolute ecstasy.

Of course Tom couldn't go out with a fight, pressing his own tongue fiercely against Tord's. Their tongues rolled together, pushing and pushing until one finally submitted to the shockwaves of satisfaction springing from their neck down to their crotch. They took short-lived breaks to breath and pant only to continue right back, muffled groans and the sounds of fabric moving violently; the low rumbles of the ship comparing to the low, husky grumbles in Tord's throat. Everything else was silent.

Tord wouldn't dare to lose at his own game either, desperately trying to win just like how he won before this admittingly desired mess. He nipped at Tom's tongue, rubbed at his thighs, and when there was no avail?
He—

"Mnngh-!!"

Tord smirked at the squealish moan he forced out of Tom, admiring the beautiful flushed face in front of him. Drool running down his lips, voids slanted in exhaustion yet arousment, and his mouth parted as he panted for a breath.

Tom's sudden moan was forced by Tord suddenly grinded the tent in his pants vigorously against Tom's own hard-on, and holyfuckthatfeltgood. Guess Tord was a cheater too at times, even if Tom was honestly loosing at the make-out session.

"N-No fair!" He stuttered, hands gripping the shoulders beneath him. "You—"

Before Tom could go on longer, he sharply inhaled with a stutter at the wet lips pressing against his jawline, an unbroken stream of kisses leading down to the ends of his neck only to circle back up to the lobe of his ear. A shaky breath escaped Tom, and he couldn't help but let embarrassing whimpers leave his mouth.

Tord loved seeing the stubborn, scheming attitude-filled spitfire of their team submit to him like this.

Those sweet sounds motivated Tord to continue, nibbling at the nape of Tom's neck. It made the male shrivel up with an unexplainable, erotic excitement, exposing his neck further to let Tord claim all his sensitive little areas.
"T-Tord," Tom whimpered once more. "You ass.. You're gonna leave- ah,, h-hickeys.."

The Norwegian simply grunted in response, leaving lovebites anyways.
He sucked and softly bit on Tom's neck, satisfied with the small bruises that will soon manifest to a darker, more obvious mark. He wasn't worried one bit, knowing the collar of Tom's jumpsuit would hide them from the rest of the team. Thank God he didn't change his outfit right after the bounty, cause goddamn Tom looked fine. (Then again, he always looked good.)

Speaking of collars...
Tord growled in slight frustration when he was about to lead his trail of kisses and hickeys down further, only to be met with fabric in his way.
He immediately slid the zipper of Tom's jumpsuit in between his teeth, eagerly tugging it down to expose Tom's bare chest. The blush on Tom's already-flustered-face deepened, and he watched as Tord pulled the fabric aside only to maul at his skin once more.

The sudden teeth grazing at his skin made Tom gasp maybe a little too loudly, his eyes clenched together as he allowed Tord to now bite at his skin. It was almost a pattern: a trail of kisses leading down to Tom's exposed nipples, sucks, then wet bites that claimed his body by the bastard himself. Normally Tom would spout a snarky comment, play a stubborn act. But he was so caught up in the excitement and pleasure that he forgot all about his pride.

"F-Fuc..ah-!..Mor-"

"What the..?!"

The duo widened their eyes. Somehow in a split millisecond, all the heat that was consuming the bounty hunters dissapeared. Their erections were slowly limping, and they both had a stare-off with the man who was standing at the doorway.
Edd.

It was a sight, to say the least.
Tom, sitting and grinding on Tord's lap. The zipper across Tom's chest was open enough for his nipples to be exposed. Lovebites and teeth marks lead from the bottom jawline of Tom's neck right down to his chest. Tord's hands grabbing at Tom's ass whilst attacking the man's neck.

Thank God Edd didn't catch them later. And honestly? The looks on their faces right now were absolute comedy gold.

However, Tom was the first to snap out of it, jumping from Tord's lap and backing way.

"God. Fucking. DAMMIT-!! This is the LAST time I let your arrogant ass seduce me, Tord!"

The Norwegian turned to the angry man who he was just making out with minutes earlier, completely forgetting about Edd. "That's what you said a week ago and look where we are now."

Tom finally had it, gritting his teeth as he clenched his fists.
He snagged the nearest object, swiftly throwing it with all the might and pent up anger inside and shot Tord with it right between the eyes. No hesitation, no regrets.

Tord yelped in pain, groaning as he shoved his now pounding head into his hands. He couldn't help but look in between his fingers, watching as Tom stomped away and shoved Edd to the side.

Welp. Whatever happens, happens.

And the only concern on Edd's possibly scrambled mind? Oh dear God this wasn't the first time-

SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY...