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Tord, or Red Leader’s, which he insisted he went by, freshly polished black pair of cap toe oxford shoes were mindlessly tapping against the wood of his desk. His closest enemy turned employee, Tom, was currently plaguing his mind. The drag he took from his cigar to desperately attempt to clear his cluttered mind was futile when a strong, firm knock he instantly recognised echoed through his heavily guarded office.
“Come in, Thomas.” the norwegian spoke, his voice raspy and rough from years of chain smoking. The bright green glow of Tom’s visor became visible as his broad shoulders and body came into Tord’s view. It cause his eyes to narrow in interest and jealousy. Tom cleared his throat before speaking.
Despite the years of respect he had spent in the Red Army turning into respect for Tord, the snarky tone of voice he used during their rivalry was present. “I have the blueprints of the new robot, sir.” Tom’s voice was little strained himself from the mild acidity of the Smirnoff he loved oh so much. Tord smiled appreciatively and held out the robot arm he’d had fitted by Paul after the rather major fight he’d had with Tom. Tom obediently placed the paperwork in Tord’s hand, his fingers running over the cold, red metal slightly. Tord’s brow raised slightly but decided to ignore Tom’s slight advance as he laid the blueprint across his desk. Tord leaned back and took in the sight and each section of the blueprint; He had gained a habit of playing with Tom’s tie as he did so. The flush on Tom’s cheek, luckily for him, hardly noticeable, partly because of his visor and partially because of the darker shade of brown his skin was. A gentle sigh escaped his lips as he turned to look at Tord. “Red Lead—“
He was suddenly cut off by the slightly mocking laugh Tord bad always has, slightly irritating him but drawing his attention nonetheless. “No need for formalities, Thomas, we are alone, aren’t we?” Tord smiled, his sharp canines flashing under the warm light of his office. It made a slight smile grace Tom’s lips as he sat down. “Alright, Tord…” he couldn’t help but feel that the name felt strange on his lips due to the years he’d spent only referring to him as Red Leader.
Tord’s eyes seemed to change a little at the name, from serious and professional, to laid back and a little fondness. Tord eyed the dark, strong hand that lay on his desk and ran one of his one undamaged, bony fingers across the lighter palm of Tom’s hand. Tom’s eyebrow cocked up as he glanced at Tord. He couldn’t help how his mind ran back to how he looked in his early twenties, when all the men still lived amongst each other. Especially how he looked beneath him, on the odd days where the two were left alone to fight then make up with a night of sex, only for the cycle to repeat. Tord’s body was still the exact same of that of the lanky teenager he once was, except the acne he had was gone. He was never one to train his body, and Tom couldn’t blame him, if his brain was smart enough to run a whole army, what need was there to train his body? Especially if it was already perfect.
The sound of Tord lighting up a cigar dragged his mind back from the moment of admiration and slight perversion, back into reality. A small grunt escaped Tom’s lips when Tord rested his pale hand on his palm. He looked up at Tord, “What are you doing…?” Tom sounded a little husky and agitated. It triggered that smirk on Tord’s face that he wanted to fuck right off him. He laughed softly and mockingly, “You’re adorable, Thomas. Still so reactive to my touch.” Tom sighed, despite Tord technically being his ex-boyfriend, he couldn’t help but feel the uncomfortable tightening of his pants when Tord laughed. Tom growled quietly and met Tord’s eyes. Tord looked excited. Tom’s eyes had a slight purple tinge to them. He knew what that meant.
Tom was an animal in bed. Both figuratively and physically. The animalistic instincts of the monster side of him would come out during intimate moments. Tom was still in control right now, despite the slight struggle he was feeling to restrain himself. He stood up and sighed, looking at Tord, “You know what you’re doing, don’t you?” he asked, sounding both fed up and aroused. Tord’s smile spoke volumes. “I trust you know what you’re to do now, Thomas.” He was such a snarky bastard. Tom wondered why he enjoyed it so much.
Tom pulled Tord up by his thin waist, his hand lightly running against the protruding ribs of Tord’s thin body as he positioned him on the desk after rolling up the blueprints and setting them propped up against the wall. Tom’s hands ran down the leader’s thin figure, a hand slipping underneath his blazer and taking it off his shoulders, laying it to rest on the back of his chair. Tord’s face was slightly red as he raised a brow, he hasn’t felt intimacy like this. Ever. Tom looked up at his face and smiled. “Are you okay?” he said, with a slight chuckle. Tord sighed softly and nodded, “You’re just being very gentle. Not like how you used to be…” Tom smiled widened and he spoke again, “Maybe I changed. Maybe it was because of you I changed.”
Tord wasn’t used to this at all. It was flustering him a bit. He smiled and laughed a bit shakily, the sight of the light pink blush dusting his cheeks being more of the sweeter moments of his, before leaning up and starting to unbutton Tom’s waistcoat. Tom stopped him and looked at Tord before pulling him closer and running a hand over his scarred cheek. “You’ve worked hard this week, sir, let me take care of everything.” Tord stuttered slightly before speaking. “A—Ah… thank you, Tom.”
Tord was only clad in his boxers now, layed back on his chair, in an effort to make his position more comfy. Tom was stood infront of him, gently sliding the material of Tord’s boxers to the side and aligning his tip to the entrance of Tord’s opening, easing him into it with a gentle rub on his clit and a kiss to his head. Tord breathed out a hot breath and quiet moan and looked up at Tom, who was only taller than him in this position. “I think I’m ready, Thomas. No need to be so delicate, I’m not glass, I won’t shatter.” he huffed out a small laugh. “Right, sorry.” Tom uttered a little apology. With the establishment of consent, he pushed into the wet heat of Tord’s body. It made both of the men groan.
After a while of silently letting Tord adjust to Tom’s sheer size and girth, he nodded as a signal that Tom could now move. Tom grabbed the man’s bony hips to ensure he wouldn’t move and began moving his own hips. Tord’s breath hitched as he groaned, a breathy gasp mixing with his heated words, “Oh, Thomas… you truly are s—something else…” The ego boost from that ran through Tom’s veins, the more monstrous side of him coming out futher, his eyes now a dark purple and the growl in his voice more obvious, “Yeah? You’re enjoying this that much…? D’you miss it?” he said, his thrusts speeding up with each word. Tord nodded, moaning into his own metal hand. Tom growled and grabbed the man’s bony wrists, pushing them back down so he couldn’t hide his moans. It made Tord’s back arch, his wetness leaking and pooling beneath him.
A chill went up Tom the grip of Tord’s metal prosthetic made contact with the scar on his bicep. Tom sped up with a powerful thrust, making Tord’s breath cut off with a loud moan. “T—This office isn’t sound proof, Thomas… goodness…” Tord sighed out, a hand going over his own eyes as he panted. Tom took that as a challenge. A smirk growing on his lips as he readjusted their position.
Tom had eventually stopped trying to hold back, his monster form had taken over, making his girth grow even further, filling Tord to his absolute maximum. Tom was shoving Tord’s head into the soft leather of his office chair as his free arm held onto his waist as he fucked into the warm heat he found so desirable. Tord could barely talk, his eyes rolling back and the overstimulation practically forcing him to go non-verbal, the only noises coming from him being a messy mix of moans and choked pleas before he ended up squirting around the large girth of Tom’s penis, making another blush run across Tom’s cheeks.
As Tom pulled out and left his release on Tord’s back, he nearly fell off the chair, Tom widened his eyes and grabbed Tord’s waist, steadying him. He panted and placed Tord back in his chair. “A—Are you okay, sir..?” he asked between deep breaths, concern in his voice. Tord just nodded with whatever energy was somehow left in him. He let his head drop against Tom’s chest and spoke quietly, “I missed you.” Tom smiled and carded a hand through Tord’s hair as he stood above him. “Yeah, I missed you too.”