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Rules.
There were always rules to this type of thing.
"Dont kiss me, dont make eye contact, you can only hit it from the back"-- that type of thing.
Those rules were in place to stop unnecessary feelings and complex situations.
But Matt-
Matt didnt care about those types of things did he?
No, Matt didnt care in the slightest.
Never had, never will.
Thats why Tord ends up in these situations; Comatose on the bathroom floor, cum oozing from between his legs as Matt hovered over him, fixing his damn makeup.
Several offenses had been made.
Matt spared no aftercare and wouldnt until his mascara was finished, their friends were in the room right outside the door, and worst of all, Tord hadnt even cum.
He felt like a toy.
Used, abused and thrown away.
And Tord was Smitten.
Never did he have someone was uncontrollable, unpredicatable and as sadistic as Matt.
The moments he had with Tom didnt even compare, it was a different ball game entirely.
With Tom, it was quick, one and done- just pure physical need. Something they did because it was convenient and satisfying, with absolutely no expectation to go anywhere besides a Carnal level.
His relationship with Matt was nothing like that.
It started quick- over only a single night then became a ritual activity.
One small flirt became a movie which neither of them watched.
Tord feared that it would change things, drastically, afterall Matt was such a fickle being. He fell in love multiple times a day with anything he deemed fit, most oftenly himself.
He was also messy about his affections. Every date led to a broken heart, and every argument started because of Matts petty tendency to hold grudges.
In much less words, he was a disaster.
A disaster Tord decided he wouldnt reciprocate.
He snubbed him multiple times, which led only to more chance encounters- (maybe planned on Matts part?)
And at the end of it all, he had been bent over the couch more times than he could count.
Matt became his night time routine.
Tord was sure Matt had fallen for him.
There were signs.
Matt would destroy him slowly over the night, he would push all his buttons and break down all his walls- which meant he knew how to get under Tords skin, knew things about him
It was more thought than Matt normally put into things.
Then Matt would stay with him through the night.
Would pepper him with kisses, whisper sweet adorations into his ear.
Matt would spend their showers rubbing at sore muscles and washing Tords hair.
He would act like Tord was the most valuable thing on earth- treat him like treasure.
And yet..
Matt was aloof as ever in the day.
Pretended to forget his name.
Like he wasnt repeating it like a hymn that night.
Even now, just after sex for crying out loud, Matt was bent over him asking what lipstick worked best, with his spent cock still out and flushed.
He could only look at him and shrug, while silently wondering; What the fuck is going through his head?
It was lost on him whether or not Matt actually returned his affections, or, hell, even cared.
Was he just another pit stop in that idiots race to an early death?
He writhed as another agonizing wave of need washed over him.
He watched as a nice, thick droplet of pre beaded up on the tip of his cock.
"M-Matthew," he muttered, impatience growing.
"Oh! Right!"
And like clockwork, the ginger was back on him.
One hand set on stroking him with those nimble, long fingers of his- and the other holding him close.
He whispered things that made Tord shiver and sigh.
It came up on him quick.
White soon began to spurt out from the gaps in Matts fingers.
Matt was one of the only men who fould hear Tord whimper whenever he wanted.
He was ashamed to admit just how much Matt did for him- how much he loved this kind of treatment.
It felt taboo.
To want to be so undone.
All his life, he needed to be in control.
Matt was the first one to break that- and he did so in only a few weeks.
He took years of work building defense after defense and absolutely obliterated it.
He did that.
Matt, the bumbling fucking fool that doesnt know how to spell the word collage.
That kronidiot who wont even look his fucking way!
It was annoyingly pathetic.
"Your so cute after you cum, Tord," his voice was sugar-sweet despite his dirty words.
"I love hearing your heart beat so fast."
God, your a fucking idiot, was all he could think.
Do you not see what you do to me?
"Oh, again?"
I want to kiss you.
"I can go another round."
Do you want to kiss me?
"Your dick gets so hard so fast."
"Why dont you want me?"
...
There was a long pause.
He didnt mean to say it.
He didnt even know how it came out.
It just did.
When Matt finally speaks it feels like an eternity later.
"I.. want you?"
He blinks a couple times, and the confusion in his eyes is deep.
"What makes you think i dont want you?"
"Nei- Matt, i didnt- i didnt mean to say that--"
"Tord, do you think i dont want this?"
"Nei! No. I do- obviously you do--"
Hes shut up by lips on his.
Its effective.
"I want you so much, kitten.."
Ah. A shiver runs down his spine.
"I like you so much."
Pasty hands spread his thighs.
"I love seeing you cry and moan for me."
Theres a hand pushing his head into the rug and he lets it.
"I love helping you loosen up."
He bucks his hips back into the air as soon as hes flipped over.
"I.."
He feels the Prince albert tease at the rim.
"Like.."
Matts pushing in and he groans.
"You."
"Oh, fæn!"
Matts cock is thrust in and out of him at a rapid pace before hes even able to adjust.
Tord is quick to break, hes moaning into his arms in no time- sobbing and babbling while Matt carries on destroying him.
"Your so handsome."
"Oh god--"
"And so smart."
"Please-"
"I love your accent."
"Matt, I cant-"
"I love your hair."
"Fæn!"
"Everything about you drives me crazy."
"Ahh! Helvete- hhelvete--"
"I want to make you mine."
Its the fastest hes cum yet.
He screams as the heat envelopes him, and by the time his eyes blink open again Matt had already fucked the rest of his load inside him.
He lifts his head to see the other prepping a fresh towel.
He has to be helped into the bath when its ready.
Matts body is warm against his back.
It almost feels warmer than the water, so he leans back into it.
He so desperately wants Matt to just forget about what just happened, wants him to just carry on like nothing happened.
But of course, this is one of the few times he doesn't.
"Tord,"
He takes a pregnant breath,
"Do you.. like like me?"
Matt is so very eloquent.
"I dont know, are we in fucking primary?"
Matt whines, a big pout plastered on his face. "No im serious!"
Hes pushed off of Matts chest and his hands are snatched up quickly.
"Tord, do you like me?"
He sounds more insistent this time, and his blue eyes, big and round, looked desperate.
"Because i like you. And if you like me, then i want to know."
Speechless.
Tord is speechless.
"You... you do?"
"Duh! I made you breakfast the other day!"
"You.. made everyone breakfast?"
"Okay, but I put more strawberries on yours."
.. What?
"Matt- how the hell am i supposed to notice that?"
"Uhm- counting?"
Ok.
This is so ridiculous now that Tord just starts laughing.
He laughs until Matt shuts him up with a hearty whine and a kiss.
When their lips finally leave eachother, Tord sighs and relaxes.
"Ja, Matt, I like you too."