Some mysterious amount of time later (come at me about the timeskips and I'll delete the book-)
Tord's Perspective
My nerves were dancing on a wire. My heart was pounding in its little bone cage. My mind was racing and my pores were threatening to drench my suit. What could make me so nervous you might ask? Well, normally I would joke around a bit about it being boiling soup on a stove, or frying a perfect egg, but this moment was crazy serious. I was about to propose to my boyfriend. I was in that beautiful little baby turtle restaurant my soon-to-be-fiancé loved, and he was squealing girlishly while holding a baby turtle and petting the shell. I had waited to take him here again until now, because I was certain it would make him in an ecstatically good mood. This was almost the perfect time to make my move. I just had to wait until they brought out the cake. Why is the cake so important you may ask? Well, it's a small moist expensive chocolate cake with chocolate buttercream smothered between every layer and a thin sheet of dark chocolate to give it a delicious crunch upon every bite, but the more important part was that I had a ring box in the center of it. Well, not particularly the center, the bottom center, but that isn't important right now. That, and it was covered in little turtles, which was a must given where we are.
I watched my boyfriend baby talk to the turtle and suggest silly little names like Shelly or Sandy or Oyster of Clammy, until the server along with a second carefully slid the turtle cake onto the table. Tom's eyes immediately tore away from the adorable baby turtle to the adorable turtle themed cake. There was a small yellow sugar beach with a blue sugar ocean, with turtles swimming around or doing silly things on the beach. One was even wearing sunglasses and tanning. "Ooohhh it's so perfect! I love it!" Thomas exclaimed and clapped happily as the baby turtle was removed from his lap. "Yes, it is very lovey isn't it? Shall I do the honors of cutting it for you my love?" I asked and he smiled sweetly, neatly folding his hands in his lap. "Yes, go ahead." He verbally consented as I was handed a cake cutting knife and a fancy plate. It too had a delicately painted turtle on it. I carefully sliced the cake, wary not to touch the ring box. The knife's edge only had to slightly tap it so I knew of its location. I set the slice on a plate and handed it to him, and the server have him the appropriate fork. My heart raced more as he began eating and curiously glanced at the visible tiny box at the bottom of the cake.
"Is that a support for the cake or something?" He guessed and I shrugged. "Well there's no use for it now. Would you take it out for me dear?" I asked with a lovely, innocent smile. He stared at me with suspicion and set down his plate and fork, wriggling out the tiny box while being cautious not to knock down the cake in the process. He brushed off some off the crumbs and examined it further. "You know, this looks awfully fancy for just a support." He said with a growing smile. I continued to act innocent as he opened the small box to reveal the hidden jewelry inside. His eyes lit up at the sight of the beautiful object, taking it out and examining it in the soft light of the restaurant. "Look at how it sparkles and shines." He whispered in awe and took off his decorated gloves, sliding the bedazzled metal onto his right ring finger. "How lovely. Oh, and yes, I'll marry you of course." He said with a calm expression. His eyes twinkled with joy and swam with hidden desire for the future. My chest was so tight, I could barely speak. I was so happy and relieved. And a little confused. Usually proposals are so crazy and loud and exciting, but he made it so cool and calm and collected. I liked it. It was very him.
"Your face is so lame right now. You didn't even ask the question." He scoffed. Oh yeah, definitely him. I held his hands and kissed his nose affectionately. "Sorry my love, I guess your beauty overtook me." I purred flirtatiously. He grinned and shook his head. "Oh you big goof. At least come up with a better excuse than that. Well come on, I want to eat this delicious looking cake." He said before pulling his hands away and taking in another bite of crunchy, creamy deliciousness. He let out an audible hum of satisfaction as he continued to eat. I chuckled and cut myself a slice, continuing on as if nothing had ever happened. Leave it to my new fiancé to take the cake when it comes to chill moments. We ate in comfortable silence, both thinking about the cake and our future.
Upon returning to our bed, i peeled off my fancy clothing and tossed it aside, stripping off everything including my boxers. Tom simply stood there, watching and thinking. I glanced at him before laying down, getting out my book. "Could you turn off the light honey? I'll just use my lamp to read." I requested as I began rereading the page I had bookmarked. A few moments went by before the light had indeed not been turned off, and instead the book had been removed from my hands. A familiar handsome man had pounced on me and set it aside, also buck naked. "I think tonight calls for a little celebration. Mind if I celebrate with you?" He asked with thirsty eyes and eager lips. He looked so delicious and ready to play. "Oh yes, that would be great Thomas." I played along and rolled my hips, causing him to shiver as our bodies momentarily brushed together. "I want to do so many bad things together." He spoke dirtily and stared at me with those increasingly cloudy eyes. He wanted me bad.
"We're all alone in this little bedroom... nude, with only each other. Our warm bodies to keep us warm. Don't you want to become something more together?" He muttered from the desperately hungry part of his mind. Everything he was saying made me more in the mood. Everything he was doing was getting me excited. The way he had settled on my hips while pressing against me, the way he panted quietly in my ear and whimpered for attention. He was so suddenly excited. "Please.." He whimpered and gripped my shoulders. "Please do it. I want to have babies." His instinctual mind begged. Seeing him take on such a naturally submissive role was a change from last time. "Please mate. My mate. Please." He whimpered desperately and dug his growing claws into my shoulders. "I need you." He continued to beg. "Oh my love. Do you really want me~?" I teased and he pressed his hot body against mine. He was so lost in a foreign fantasy. "Yes! Y-yes. Mate." He mumbled and stared at me with lidded eyelids. His eyes begged me as well, for satisfaction. For his body to be ravaged and torn apart. I wasn't quite in the mood though, even with all this hot and bothered begging in my ear.
"Please please please." He whimpered and got off of me. I watched curiously as he hilariously positioned himself like a bitch in heat. He was really lost in this one. "Please." He pleaded and dug his claws into the sheets. "Ohh, fine, I suppose a little wouldn't hurt." I excused it and sat up, giving him the humiliating treatment his feral little mind wanted. I pushed his head into the mattress and forced his back to dip more, giving me the perfect position to satisfy the both of us. Mostly him though, little slut couldn't keep his pants on if he tried. He made the perfect little whines as I pushed into his hot hole. I didn't even need lube, he'd gotten so excited that his body was eager to take me in. He moaned and panted, gripping the sheets as hard as he could. "Yeah~ does that feel better?" I hummed and bent over him, keeping my head on his shoulder. His eyes were blotted out with ecstatic pleasure and lust. He could barely let out a noise with how wound up he was. His mouth was stuck open, with his tongue lolling out and drool dripping out as it pleased.
He really was acting like a desperate animal in heat. Oh well, that's what I get for dating the equivalent of a fucking werewolf. I thrusted at an even pace in him and tried to get him to breathe. Even if he was a stupid bitch in heat, he still needs air. He finally snapped out of his paralyzed pleasure and took a breath, panting heavily as I continued. "Good boy." I praised him and kissed his neck. His eyes rested on me, still stuck in a strange daze despite my attempts to break his behavior. At least he was keeping himself alive now. I intertwined our fingers loosely and sped up, causing him to let out more breathy moans of pleasure. "Oh Tord~." He groaned and closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure coursing through his veins. I was starting to really enjoy it too, feeling his little desperate sweaty body under me begging for more. It was so hot. I roughly kissed him from the side and swapped spit, all the while hotly pressing our tongues together and increasing the overwhelming numbing in my brain. I was getting so wound up and excited. "You little slut." I muttered as I pulled away. He panted heavily and lightly stroked my hair. "Maybe a little~ but I'm just having fun." He admitted and pulled me into another steamy kiss. I eagerly kissed him and pried open his mouth harshly. I groaned and rolled my hips against his, causing more friction and pleasure.
After a steamy night of intense pleasure, I tucked his tired body into bed and laid beside him. His hair was messy, he was covered in sweat, and he was panting heavily. He looked over at me with sleepy lids and smiled softly. "Never bring that up- ever-." He said with a flushed face. I chuckled and lightly kissed his sweaty cheek. "I won't, promise. I'm really surprised you trust me enough to act in such an... intimate manner." I said carefully. He shyly looked away. "Be quiet." He mumbled as I wrapped my arms around him. He smiled and hummed as I nuzzled his neck. "You should go to sleep now baby." I told him as I peppered his tan skin with little kisses. He relaxed and closed his eyes, getting comfortable in my arms. "Night.." He whispered and tried to rest. I rubbed his belly gently. "Goodnight baby." I purred into his ear. He fell asleep soon in my arms as I found a spot for my head to rest. It was pretty easy to find rest in my brain knowing that everything was working out okay.