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The Doves’ Scream.
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Tord had just woken up. His boxers felt… Unusually small. He gave a groan, having realized what that meant. Either, he was hard, or his boxers had shrunk. Oh well. He figured he may as well shower, right? He headed to the bathroom, grabbing a towel, a fresh pair of boxers, shorts, and a white t-shirt. He closed the door, completely forgetting to lock it. He started the shower, which was quite warm. Well. Nearly boiling hot. But Tord liked it that hot.
Tord smiled slightly, inhaling the water vapor that came from the extremely hot shower. He took his boxers off, getting into the water. It was barely anything to him. He closed the shower door, watching the steam get onto the thick glass, protecting his milky-white skin from view. He let the water wash over his skin– And surprisingly, his skin was quite dry. The boiling water wasn’t really helping.. He turned the water to colder, and flinched. Too cold. But, it was the perfect temperature for skin.
He huffed, feeling goosebumps over his skin as cold water washed over him. He literally shivered, the air making it even colder, somehow. Then, he realized, the door was open. But who opened it?
“Ehm.. Who–” Tord got interrupted….
“Just me.” Tom spoke, seeming to be washing his face.
Tord felt himself get red. Why Tom of all people to walk in while he was taking a shower? Fuck. He also realized he forgot to lock the door. Then he heard a click. The unmistakable sound of a door locking. Tord’s eyes widened as he turned red.
“....Tom? Mm, can I ask why you locked the door…?” Tord’s voice shook slightly. Maybe of fear. Maybe of embarrassment. Who knows.
“....No reason.” Tom seemed to have approached the shower door.
Tord just seemed to freeze in place. He wasn’t sure what the actual fuck Tom was doing. But it sure wasn’t normal. Maybe Tom was drunk again. VERY. Drunk.
“....’M gettin in..” Tom slurred. It was certain– Yes, he indeed was drunk.. Well fuck.
“W-wuh?” Tord stammered out, tensing.
“..’Y heard me.” Tom opened the shower door, and got in along with Tord.
….Why Tom of all men..? Fucking hell. The brit was probably hard as well.
Tord felt himself back into the shower wall, face completely flushed. This was completely abnormal. He had NEVER seen Tom without a shirt. And… It kind of turned him on? Wait, WHAT? Tom, without a shirt, turned Tord on..? Tord felt so flustered, and confused.
“W-w–wait, you aren’t planning on doing-”
“Just relax, ‘n let it happen.”
Tord felt himself tense again. He watched as Tom pinned him to the shower wall, grabbing his hands and intertwining his fingers with Tord’s. Tord started breathing a bit heavily, now. He just couldn’t stop staring at Tom’s chest. And fuck, did it turn him on… Tord’s eyes started wandering, looking at Tom like he wanted to get fucked. Tom flipped Tord over, and made the shower slightly hotter again. Tord was faced against the wall, breathing heavily. Was this really gonna happen? Then, as he suspected, he felt fingers slide onto his sides, holding him in place. “You really *are* gonna do this..” Tord managed to speak, before looking back at Tom. His eyes wandered to the brit’s hard length. Damn. Bigger than Tord’s… Tord grasped onto the wall when he felt a finger inside of him. He started panting a bit, due to the hot water, as well as Tom’s finger invading his insides. Tord felt so vulnerable, and also kind of weak… But, he actually liked it. Tord flinched when Tom’s finger started to move inside of him, the strangest feeling present- Was it lust? Butterflies? He didn’t know. Tord gave a hiss as Tom touched a sensitive spot. It.. Kind of hurt. But also felt good? Huh. Tord’s back arched slightly when Tom’s finger went even deeper. “F-fuck, careful.” Tord moaned out. Tord tensed as he felt nails dig into his hip. He whined, grasping onto the wall harder. Tord also felt another finger of Tom’s shove deep inside of him- He wasn’t used to having fingers inside of him, let alone TOM’S. Tord gasped as Tom’s fingers jabbed deeper– Knuckle deep at this point. And fuck, what was this feeling? Tord gave a soft moan again as Tom’s fingers slowly dragged inside of him, giving light thrusts. “Gghhh, Tom, forsiktig - vær så snill.. HAH-” Tord gave a heavy breath as Tom’s fingers jabbed inside of him. He started panting again, mouth slightly open. Tord looked back at Tom, seeing a smug smirk on his face. Tord wanted to wipe that smirk off of his face, but due to his current position, he couldn’t do jack. Tord tensed as Tom started scissoring him open. “Ohfuck, hnnngg… C-areful, that’s… Aah..” Tord gave a whimper, as pain started coursing through him. Tom pulled his fingers out, still having that smug-ass grin. Tord huffed, feeling Tom grab his hips and.. Fuck, Tom shoved himself inside of Tord. Tord had his mouth agape, eyes wide. He gave a strangled moan, trying to calm himself down. But failed, obviously. Tord looked back at Tom again, with pleading eyes. Tom however, didn’t give a fuck. Tord felt Tom’s hard length inside of him start moving, and all he could do was mumble incoherently. Tord sighed, getting used to the slow thrusts. It felt quite pleasurable, but- He felt as if he needed more. “Hah-Harder, Tom-” Tord managed to mumble. Tord huffed, feeling Tom shove even deeper inside of him. Tom also had his nails digging into Tord’s hips, so that was even more pleasurable. Tord gave a grunt as Tom’s thrusts quickened in pace. He felt Tom’s hips stutter against his skin, getting really close to the edge- Tord didn’t want this to end, though. He didn’t like this– He fucking loved it. The lewd, wet slapping sounds just drove Tord crazy. He felt himself clench against Tom’s length, still panting. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuc- Cum, ‘m gonna–” Tord gave a strangled moan, as his back involuntarily arched, gripping onto the wall. Tord kept panting, realizing Tom was still going- Fuck. Looks like one orgasm wasn’t gonna cut it- Tord tensed again, as he felt Tom’s hand wrap around his length. Tord shivered, as Tom started pumping. Tord whimpered at the overstimulation, huffing. Tom kept pumping, getting a bit rougher with Tord, again.. Tord kept moaning, his eyes nearly rolling back at the overstimulation. He was barely able to speak anymore, just giving whimpers and grunts at the pumping- Tord’s back arched again, as he nearly lost his grip on the wall. His body started shaking as he had his second orgasm. Tom pulled out of Tord, Tord giving a groan. The hot water washing over Tord made his lungs ache- Fuck, was he breathing heavy. He watched as Tom got out of the shower, drying himself off and just.. Left the room. Tord felt so weak.. He was just glad that was over with. Tord ran the cold water, leaning against the shower wall. He was still breathing quite hard, but the cold water made him feel a bit better. That second orgasm was kind of painful. Tord got out of the shower, barely able to walk. He dried himself off, and put his clothes on. He gave himself a minute to regain his thoughts, and walked out of the bathroom, heading to his room. He threw his towel on the dresser, and got in the bed, pulling the covers over himself. The warm covers never felt this comfortable before… He closed his eyes, feeling.. Content? All that mattered was that he was comfortable, and resting. He gave a soft sigh, feeling himself drift off almost immediately. ***