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Nah jk, but here's sum kinks that I've like never tried to write before so I'm vvv sorry if this sucks lmao-
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Tord stood in front of Tom's door, glaring at it like it had just insulted his entire family. If only it was that simple, but it wasn't.

You see, Tord was now convinced that Tom had taken his hentai for what was about the third time this week. It pissed him off to no extent - how the hell was he supposed to jerk off now?!

This, in his book, was worse than any insult. So, he had come to confront the hentai stealing cunt named Tom. He wasn't going to stop at anything until he got his porn back.

"Thomas!" He yelled, knocking loudly on the male's door. He waited briefly for some kind of sound from inside, an acknowledgment that he was there even if he was trying to hide.

None came. He gave it a second or two more of silence, then decided that he was too impatient to knock anymore.

He tried the doorknob, and to his surprise it was unlocked. That was unlike Tom, but he didn't question it. The guy just wanted his hentai back.

Upon opening the door, Tord saw that the room was the same as always. A messy, unmade bed hidden away in the corner, clothes scattered over the floor, band posters hanging on the walls. The only thing missing was Tom himself.

Tord could honestly care less. That meant his job was easier, and he wouldn't have to beat the shit out of Tom in order to get what he wanted.

He hummed calmly to himself, looking around the room. Where would Tom keep it... he figured it wouldn't just be out in the open. That would've made it too easy.

His eyes eventually landed on the closet next to Tom's bed. The door to it was slightly ajar, the light inside turned on.

Tord smirked triumphantly. That had to be where he was keeping it, considering that it looked like it had been recently opened and his hentai hadn't been stolen until a little while ago. That made sense in his mind, so he took the chance.

He opened the door to the closet, pulling it without much thought. As soon as he looked inside, he nearly fell back in surprise.

Tord had not found his hentai. Instead, he saw some objects that were all too familiar to him.

There was a light blue, studded collar casually placed on one of the shelves in the closet. That wouldn't be so startling if it was for Edd's cat, Ringo (who was a little bitch by the way).

But the name tag on the collar clearly said 'Tom' In bold, engraved letters. He took a closer look, seeing a leash that seemed to go along with it.

Out of pure curiosity and shock, Tord moved a box that clearly had something behind it. He stared in pure regret as he saw a dildo much larger than any kind of one in hentai.

Before Tord had the chance to investigate any further, he heard footsteps behind him. He jumped in surprise, turning around to see a now very flustered Tom freeze in front of him.

They stared at each other for a moment, as if in pure disbelief. Tord was aware of how pink Tom's cheeks were.. that looked nice on him. Oh gosh why did he think that-

"You... You have my hentai." Tord finally managed out, trying to push past all of the shit that he had just seen.

Tom seemed to understand what was happening. Maybe if they didn't acknowledge what Tord now knew about about him, things wouldn't be so bad.

"I don't h-have it. Edd does, he's mad at you for taking his food." He mumbled, not looking up a him.

"Okay-" Tord awkwardly stammered out, speed walking to the door soon after. The only thing that stopped him was the sound of Tom's very embarrassed, timid voice.

"T-Tord?" He said, finally looking up at him.

Tord just stared at him for a minute, before realizing that Tom probably wanted a response. "Yeah?"

Tom's previously shy demeanor was immediately thrown off a cliff, the boy practically shoving Tord out of his room.

"Nothing! Y-You're an asshole and I hate you!" He called out before slamming the door directly in his face.

Tord stood there in shock for a moment, then stalked off to his own room. He told himself they would just forget about this and go back to fighting in a week.

But a small part of him didn't want that. The current tightness in his pants made that all too clear.

He flopped down onto his bed, his recent hentai pursuit completely forgotten.

Tord reached down to take off his pants, now fully aware that he was about to jerk off to the thought of his enemy in an all too adorable collar.

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A few days passed after the 'incident' that Tom and Tord had previously experienced. Things were rather awkward between them, which Edd and Matt quickly noticed.

They no longer picked fights at the breakfast table, opting to stare so intensely at their phones that it was surprising they hadn't blown up. They barely said a word to each other besides an occasional insult, and for some reason even that sounded wrong.

Edd quickly grew fed up. He didn't know what happened between them, he just needed them to work it out. He may despise their fighting, but now the house was way too quiet and his two friends wouldn't even interact with each other.

So, being the obvious genius that he is, Edd devised a plan. The idea was to tell them they needed to talk in Tom's room, then shove them in there for a little while until they finally talked. Tom's room was the only one that locked from the outside, because plot convince is a thing and I'm tired.

Edd got Matt in on it, too. Although the ginger really had no idea what was happening and just did it for shits and giggles.

He told them to come that morning, Tom already sitting on his bed with a bored expression.

"Why exactly are we doing this in my room?" He questioned, looking annoyed.

"Cause I said so. Now stop complaining, unless you'd like to be uppercutted."

Matt walked into the room soon after, his bright smile contrasting the depression cave that was Tom's room. He plopped down next to him on the bed, unlike Edd who was chilling on the floor.

"I don't want to catch any diseases from that disgusting floor." Matt huffed, holding his head up high.

Edd chuckled. "You're putting yourself more at risk by sitting next to Tom."

The Brit glared at him, about to start going off before Tord came in and awkwardly shuffled down next to Edd. "Am I... interrupting something?" He questioned, not so subtly looking at everything else in the room besides Tom.

There was silence for a moment before Edd shook his head and enthusiastically stood up. "Nope! Now, let's get on with the reason why I brought you all here today." He said, holding back a smirk. "Close your eyes." He instructed.

"Are you gonna attempt family bonding with us again?" Tom questioned as he raised an eyebrow.

"Tom, if you don't shut your damn eyes I swear to all that is holy I will-"

"Okay, okay! I'm doing it!"

Once Edd saw that Tom and Tord had their eyes closed, he grabbed Matt by the arm. Leading him out of the door as he slammed it behind them. A lock clicked, and it soon became evident that they were stuck in here.

Tord jumped up in surprise. He look over at Tom, who stared back at him with the same amount of confusion.

"Edd, what the hell are you doing?!" Tord called out in confusion. He stood up, walking over to the door. He tried the handle once and soon confirmed that they were locked inside.

"You guys have an hour to make up whatever petty drama is going on before I actually go insane. If you don't, I'm gonna keep you in here for much longer." Edd explained, though it was obvious he was trying not to laugh.

Tom got up, banging on his own door. "You can't leave me here with him! He's gonna murder me!"

"Not my problem!" Edd called out as he wandered away, Matt soon following behind him.

And then there was two.

Tom and Tord stood there awkwardly, the Norwegian man trying the doorknob again. He thought back to his army training, biting his lip.

He could get out of this, he knew it was possible and it would surely be the easiest thing to do.

But then again... maybe this was an opportunity.

You see, Tord hadn't been able to get the thought of Tom's toys out of his head. He couldn't help how much he wanted to see them in action.

He'd admit it, Tom was a pretty boy. Perhaps he'd be even prettier with a collar around his neck.

Tom glared over at him. "Are you going to to something, or are you going to keep staring at the door?" He asked impatiently, his arms folded over his chest.

Tord took notice of how Tom refused to look him in the eyes. He'd felt the same way before. But now... he wasn't sure how much self control he had left.

"You can look at me when you talk, y'know." He hummed, stepping towards him. Tom took a nervous step back.

He tensed up with discomfort, pretty much hiding in that baggy hoodie of his. "S-Shut it. Go sit over there if you aren't going to help me, I don't need you." Tom turned around, now trying his hand at opening the door.

Tord smirked. How oblivious could this man be? He snuck up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist. "You don't need me? That's cute."

Tom attempted to struggle away from his grasp, his face red. "T-Tord... what the heck as gotten into you?! Let me go!"

Without much though, Tord slung Tom over his shoulder and brought him over to his bed. The male kicked up a fuss, as expected, but he didn't pay it much attention.

"If you explain to me why you have those things in your closet, maybe I'll consider it." Tord told him, pushing him down against the bed.

"What t-things in my closet? I... I dunno what you're talking about."

Tord simply sighed in response. He grabbed Tom's face, forcing him to look up. "Don't play dumb. You knew exactly what I'm talking about."

Tom, now having no choice but to look up, staring into Tord's eyes that glinted in the light. His face was completely flushed. Fuck, he knew this was going to be good.

"I-I... uhm, it's..." He stumbled out, "I use i-it sometimes." Tom confessed in a small voice.

Tord looked at him in surprise. Certainly not the response he expected, since Tom was always such a little shit. He never gave in that easily.

Perhaps Tom had been having similar thoughts to his own? Well, there was only one way to find out.

"By yourself?" Tord asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Obviously, a-asshole. If you tell Edd or anyone else about this I... I'll make you regret it."

Tord only smirked at that, grabbing Tom's hands and pinning them against his headboard.

"I never said I was going to do that, kitten." He whispered, watching as Tom's flushed face grew even redder. "Perhaps you could use someone to try it out with?" He suggested.

Tom didn't respond verbally, but slammed his lips against Tord's with such desperation that he knew this wasn't the first time he'd considered this.

He bit at Tom's bottom lip, already requesting entrance. He didn't deny him, only parting his lips and gripping him tighter. Tord could tell he was correct.

He slowly pulled back, smirking down at him. "I guess that's a yes, hm?~" He questioned teasingly, pulling Tom up.

The boy nodded, eventually gaining enough confidence to speak. "Yeah." He agreed, sounding a little bit breathless. He paused for a moment, then added a prompt, "...asshole." At the end. He was still clinging to the bit of pride he had left.

"Why don't you get dressed for me? I can tell you've been wanting this." Tord chuckled, simply brushing off his comment.

"Fine." He muttered, squirming away from his grasp. He allowed Tom to do so, watching intently as he walked over to his closet. "Don't stare at me. You're a creep."

"A creep that you want to fuck." Tord shot back, only to get a random t-shirt thrown at him. He huffed, but eventually turned around and stopped staring at the boy.

He'd be lying if he told himself he wasn't excited to try out something like this with Tom. The Brit undoubtably looked like he was thinking the same, biting his lip as his mind raced with thoughts of what Tord would do to him.

He'd never shown any of his items to anyone. Quite honestly, the thought of doing so freaked him out. But there was so much he wanted to do. Now that the opportunity had presented himself, he knew he couldn't turn it down.

Tom pulled on his outfit, getting more nervous by the second. He kept glancing over at Tord, making sure he wasn't looking. He put on all his accessories, sucking in a nervous breath.

"T-Tord?" He called out in a small voice. Tom mentally kicked himself for sounding like that, but he couldn't help it. He felt a weird mix of arousal and nervousness build up in his stomach. "You can look now."

Tord did just that, scanning Tom's appearance from head to toe. He looked adorable, small cat ears protruding from his head. There was a collar around his neck with a little bell attached to it, though it was hidden slightly by his hoodie.

He took everything in, realizing now that Tom was clutching a fluffy tail tightly in his hand. He smirked, walking over to him and wrapping his arms around his waist. "Aww, does my liten kattunge need some help?~" He teased, watching intently as the poor boy's face went completely red.

Tom swallowed thickly, then nodded. It wasn't like him to be so quiet, but it seemed the cat had got his tongue... I totally didn't laugh while writing that.

He let Tord drag him back to the bed, feeling his body press into the mattress. He made quick work of pulling his hoodie off, exposing his already hard nipples.

"Aww, look at you. So excited, my precious kitten.~" Tord cooed, taking one of the his nipples and rolling it in between his fingers.

Tom let out a rather loud moan, throwing his head against the pillows. He immediately slapped a hand over his mouth, trying to quiet himself. He despised the sound of his own moans.

He turned his head away, not wanting to watch as Tord eventually took one into his mouth. This caused the Norski to quirk an eyebrow, lifting his head up.

"Ah, ah, ah.~" He hummed, placing his head on the back of Tom's head and yet again forcing his gaze to focus on him. He then grabbed the hand that had been pressed over his mouth, pushing it down. "I want to hear you." He said all too casually.

Tom stared back at him with wide eyes, surprised but undoubtably into this. His stupid accent was way too much of a turn on. That shit should be illegal.

He tilted his head slightly, his cute little cat ears following. "A-Asshole..." He mumbled, causing Tord to chuckle.

"That's not very kitten like of you." He hummed, though he seemed to think it was rather amusing. He hauled Tom up by his collar, smirking at him. "Have you got lube in here?"

Tom nodded, biting hard on his lip. "It's in the drawer. I'll get i-" Before he could stop Tord, he had reached over and pulled it open.

Inside was a few toys, some vibrators and a rather kinky looking pair of handcuffs. Tom flushed completely red, averting his eyes from the taller man. Somehow he was still flustered, although Tord had already seen all his kinky shit.

"Awe, are you embarrassed? How adorable, getting yourself off like that.~"

Tom shot him a glare. "Just h-hurry up and get it already!" He whined, which was pretty understandable considering what a tease Tord was.

Tord thankfully did, stripping off Tom's jeans along with his boxers and throwing them somewhere unimportant. "You're very impatient, you know that?" He seemed unbothered, though, now uncapping the lube bottle.

He gently pushed Tom back into the bed, then poured some onto his fingers. Tord pressed a finger into him, causing him to tense up.

"Shh, it's okay. Be a good kitten and relax, alright?" Tord said, now rubbing at his hips.

Tom nodded, slowly getting used to the feeling. He eventually began pushing his hips up with need, his face flushed. "Mm... please?" He whined, to which Tord smirked.

"Is that all you've got?" Tord asked, moving his finger just slightly.

Tom squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, allowing his pride to slip away. This is what he had wanted for so long, he could hardly contain himself.

"Master, please! I've been good and I-I need you!"

Tord looked slightly taken aback, a smirk crossing his lips. "Now that's a good boy." He whispered, adding another finger as he began to pump the digits in and out of him.

Tom shivered, a needy moan leaving his lips. He wanted this so bad. Fuck the tail, he needed Tord as soon as humanly possible.

Tord thought the same, his stretching beginning to get faster. Perhaps they were both rather impatient, but so is the author who is currently contemplating what she's doing with her life.

"Are you ready, kjæreste?" Tord asked. The Brit immediately nodded, spreading his legs without question.

He chuckled, unbuttoning his pants. "What an eager little kitten you are."

Tom crawled over to Tord, sitting in between his thighs as he grabbed his hands and pushed them to the side. He pulled down his pants and boxers with his teeth, the hauled them off.

Tord ruffled his hair, scratching behind his ear a little. "That's a very, very good kitty. Now lay back for master, I'm gonna give you a proper treat."

"Y-Yes, master!" Tom chirped, then laid his head against the pillows. He had his legs spread wide, his eyes focused solely on Tord.

He gave a small yelp when he felt his cock push in. Tord quickly stopped, kissing at his neck instead. "Just give it a minute. It's okay, I won't hurt you."

Tom nodded, doing his best not too tense up. It hurt much less that way. He reached up to wrap his arms around Tord's neck, nodding at him as a way to silently yell at him to move.

Tord got the message, gripping at his waist as he began to slam into him. He gave a low grunt, furrowing his eyebrows slightly.

Tom cried out with pleasure. He dug his nails into Tord's neck, desperately attempting to get more of the feeling. "P-Please, master, more! I need it now!" He cried.

He soon got what he wanted, Tord's movements becoming faster and much more forceful. Tom was completely blissed out, moaning out a string of curses as the little bell on his collar jingled.

"F-Fuck, baby. I'm close." Tord warned him in a low voice.

Tom squeezed his eyes shut, his tongue lolling out. "Me too, master! M-Me too!~"

And with that, he came all over their chests. Tord followed with a breathless moan, filling his hole all the way up.

They stayed there for a while, both panting as they desperately attempted to catch their breaths. Tord slowly took his cock out, lifting Tom up and letting his small body rest against his chest.

Tord laid there, petting Tom's hair as he relaxed into him. After a moment of silence, Tord soon spoke.

"...Do you think Edd and Matt are ever gonna come back?"
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I'm finally doneeee!! 😎

This took forever to finish and I apologize for that. I don't really have a reason, I've just been super unmotivated lately and it's taking me longer than usual to write. You can probably see that from how messy this one shot is.

I'm gonna try to write some other stuff besides smut, as that's been all I've done lately and I think it's getting to me lmao.

Anyways, leave any requests you have and I'll do my best to get to them!

Word count: 3507