Yes Sir - (TordTom)

Fuck You - 8

"Help." Tord stood Tom in front of Paul as the boy just lazily leaned against Tord. "Is he really tired?" Paul asked with concern, feeling Tom's forehead kindly. "Even worse, he's drunk. But he hasn't said much yet so I can't tell if it's all that bad." The leader held Tom by his shoulders to keep him steady, sighing as Tom leaned into the touch.

"He seems fine, just give him some rest." Paul huffed and went back to his desk to work. "I guess so..." Tord picked Tom back up and brought him to their room. "Nooo... I'm not tired!" Tom whined and hid his face in the leader's neck. "Stop acting like a little kid, I want to be your boyfriend not your dad."

"Don't mention my dad, I hate him!" Tom whined and held onto him. "I'm sorry. I understand. I just mean that you sometimes act childish, but I see that was due to your circumstances back home." Tord closed his eyes for a moment and then locked the room door, not wanting Tom to get into any trouble. He set the boy on the big bed and sat beside him. "I'm not tired! I told youuuu!" Tom pouted dramatically and quickly crawled into Tord's lap to cuddle.

"Do you feel sick at all, Thomas?" The leader questioned as Tom just shrugged and looked up at him. "No, but I feel really weird! L-like tingly." Tom leaned forward and casually gave Tord a kiss, holding his head a little in an oddly forcible way. "Thomas! Dear God..." Tord growled and moved him away softly.

"Fuck you!" Tom pouted and adjusted into Tord's lap, moving his knee a little much. "Tom what the hell are you doing?!" Tord hissed with demand but Tom ignored, hugging Tord tightly and putting his head over the leader's shoulder with his legs over both of Tord's thighs, starting to grind against him gently. "Hey." Tord growled again and held Tom's hips to stop him, hearing a soft whimper come from the cutie.

"P-Please let me..." He whined and moved his face from his neck to look at Tord with desperation. Tord shook his head no and turned Tom around so they weren't facing each other, and so Tom was just normally sitting in his lap between his legs. "I'll help you as long as you don't drag me into this." Tord held Tom as he nodded. 

"Just relax, alright?" Tord carefully took Tom's pants off and Tom willingly lifted his legs to do so, letting the leader completely undress his bottom half. "Drunk you is the opposite of sober you, I must say Tom." Tord chuckled a little and put a hand around Tom's length gently. "Mn!" He moaned with excitement and kicked his legs around.

Tord wrapped a hand around Tom to hold him still as he started to stroke, but all he could focus on were his precious moans, so soft and small. You could really hear the aching pleasure just from his voice, not to mention the pure desperation. "F-f-faster!" He whimpered and moaned pathetically as Tord sped up, making him pant and release quickly.

Tom laid back and panted heavily, smiling with his legs spread tiredly and submissively. "Gosh, you're a quick one, hm? That alcohol really does something to you." He smirked slyly, taking in a deep breath. "Look at you, all obedient and cute." Tom only murmured something inaudible as a reply. "I'm really glad I met you, you know. I have to admit, this is all going really fast, but I just can't control myself around you. It seems the feeling is mutual, at least." Tord snickered cockily.

"Mm, I'm sorry..." Tom mumbled, rolling over to lay beside the leader. "It's okay. It's not my first roundabout." He insisted, wrapping the blankets around the exhausted boy. "And I do care about you. Never forget that, okay, Thomas?" He kissed his forehead gently, caressing the side of his face lovingly. "Mm, mhm." He nodded and closed his eyes, succumbing to the tiredness of his mind and body. "Get some good rest." The leader smiled warmly, watching as the other fell asleep beside him.