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Heavy, labored breaths echoed throughout the room accompanied by the sound of rustling sheets. Two bodies colliding against one another in a desperate attempt at some form of closure. Sweat coating every inch of every surface they touched. The bed shifted uncomfortably beneath them as this was all too familiar, mattress and frame already being worn down to its breaking point.
"Hhng-!" A grunt escaped Tom's swollen lips. He laid on his back, head tilted up, staring at the tall Scandinavian who returned the gaze. His legs were parted, left one atop Tord's shoulder and both being tightly secured in said man's grasp. Tom's legs hung lazily and almost numb.
Tord thrusted into Tom at a steady pace, not too fast and not too slow, but very sensual. Just how Tom liked it. Not a single break in the rhythm, even when the Norwegian's right hand found its way to Tom's cock, stroking it swiftly.
Another sound erupted from the man below, throwing his head back and gripping the bed sheets. Mouth open and leaking with drool, Tom began to grind against Tord's palm. He guided his hand to lightly graze the head of his dick. Fingers gently rubbing over the piercing that hides there. This made a slew of incoherent nonsense slip from Tom's mouth.
As Tord continued to jack him off, he began pounding into Tom without warning. Both moaning loudly. It hadn't taken too long after that for the two to finish.
A low groan of pleasure rumbled in Tord's throat as he released all of his pent up energy right into Tom, cumming deep inside him--knowing damn well he'll get a mouth full from Tom later about it. It was always a pain in the ass to clean out. Literally and metaphorically. But Tom couldn't deny how good it felt to both release his own stress and feel all of Tord's fill him up.
Tord pulled out of Tom, watching as his load dribbled out of the Brit's ass. He rubbed his thigh then squeezed it harshly, digging his nails into the soft, pale skin of Tom's leg. Causing him to tense his body, pushing out another large portion of the cum out of him. Tord chuckled darkly.
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Finding his clothes and gathering them from the dirty floor, Tom wobbled his way out of Tord's room. He covered his lower half with his wrinkly t-shirt as he made his way through the hall to his own room with haste. Throwing everything into the laundry basket and himself onto the mattress of his own bed, after shutting his door.
An exhausted sigh left Tom's mouth, followed by a groan of anger. "Fuck.." He mumbled, "fuck me..."