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Tom crashed down onto Edd’s bed, already dressed in his cozy ass thick knitted pajamas and socks. Winter had properly started and Tom fucking hated the cold. Edd’s room was always the coldest in the house because he kept the window cracked open to air out the permanent weed smell. It never really worked—the room just ended up freezing and still reeking of pot.
Naturally, Tom had slammed that window shut the second he walked in.
They were supposed to be having a ‘movie’ night. It had snowed pretty hard a couple days ago and the roads were only just clearing up, so Edd had gone out for groceries and to restock the house’s drug supply, which, yes, is as bad as it sounds. Everyone had given him their money for the usual run—weed, shrooms, molly, whatever the fuck else. Edd had specifically told Tom he was picking up some crazy strong-ass edibles the guy had just gotten in from somewhere. Tom was more than down for that.
Mostly because he knew how these nights usually ended: with the two of them high as holy hell and having sex. After that, Edd would get the munchies and make them both something to eat. Win-win.
Edd had left about an hour or two ago, so Tom had gone to his room and picked out something for them to watch: some new horror series on Netflix looked decent, and flopped on his bed. Ringo had immediately jumped up and curled up on his lap, which meant Tom wasn’t moving unless he wanted to get bitten by the little asshole cat.
He scrolled through Netflix aimlessly, fighting the urge to already dig into Edd’s hidden stash and make the wait less boring. Luckily he didn’t have to, because he finally heard the crunch of tires and ice breaking in the driveway as the van pulled in.
Tom waited for the usual loud entrance. Sure enough, the front door slammed open and Edd’s voice boomed through the whole house.
“Everyone! Get your asses down here and help with these groceries!”
Tom waited a few more seconds before getting up. No point trying to skip out on it. He met Matt in the hallway; the ginger had half his face done up with makeup and his hair pulled back with one of those fluffy Sanrio headbands. He was bundled in a thick robe, but it definitely wasn’t going to be warm enough for the snow still coming down outside. They walked past Tord’s room and thankfully Matt hung back to bang on the door.
“Tord, come the fuck on!”
Tord yelled something back, but Tom kept walking. He wasn’t getting dragged into that. When he got to the living room he saw Edd trudging back and forth from the van, snow still stuck to his boots. Tom picked up the pace and trotted over to help, taking a couple of the drink cartons out of Edd’s arms to help.
“Hey,” Tom said.
Edd grinned at him over the stack of boxes he was carrying. “Hey Tommy.” He dropped everything onto the counter for someone else to deal with later. “Go out there and grab the shit from the glove compartment for me, yeah?”
Tom grinned and nodded. He spun on his heel and started pulling on his boots by the door before stepping into the cold. The snow crunched under his feet as he trudged through a few inches of fresh powder over to the passenger side of the van. He yanked the door open, climbed halfway in, and started digging through the messy glove compartment until he found the grocery bag stuffed with smaller baggies and ziplocs.
He rummaged around for a moment and finally pulled out what looked like a pack of ugly little homemade Sour Patch Kids. Those had to be the edibles.
A smile spread across his face. He was already scooting backward to climb out of the van when he felt someone right behind him. Matt and Tord had come up and were leaning over his back, preventing him from leaving and crowding into his space to try and see if their stuff had been picked up too.
“Give me mine,” Tord tried reaching over, but all he ended up doing was knocking Tom in the face with his elbow.
“Ow—get the hell off me, Tord,” Tom yelped, shoving him backwards.
Tord tripped straight into Matt, who stumbled. “Christ, Tord, why are your bones so fucking hard?” Matt sneered, using his long arm to reach over Tom and snatch his stuff from the bag which was some molly and a couple other things Tom didn’t pay attention to.
Tom groaned loudly, pinned halfway into the car by the other man’s weight until Matt finally grabbed his shit and Tord backed off, grumbling some bullshit. Edd came out a second later and made them actually help with the rest of the groceries.
Tom rubbed his back and stood up, tucking the little bag under his arm and grabbing a few more things so the trip outside would be over quicker. Once everything was finally inside and Matt started meticulously organizing and putting it all away like the neat freak he was, Tom took Edd’s bag and headed straight back up to the man’s room. He was done helping for the day.
He was tempted again to just pop the edibles right then; there were four in the bag, so he knew it was two each, but he waited for Edd. He knew the guy liked taking them together.
Tom waited a few more minutes until Edd strolled into the room, Ringo trailing right at his ankles and nearly tripping him with every other step.
“You take ‘em yet?” Edd asked, already pulling off his sweater and t-shirt to change into something cozier.
Tom looked up from his phone and shook his head, lifting the bag from his lap. “No. I put your pot away, though.”
Edd popped his head through the t-shirt he was tugging on and smiled over at Tom. “Sick, thanks.” He finished changing and walked over to the bed, dropping down beside him and tugging the little baggie over to sniff at it.
“You find something to watch?” the brunette murmured, plucking the gummies from the bag and looking them over. “What colors you want?”
“Yeah, some horror series. And um… blue and orange?” Tom stuck his hand out, leaving Edd with the red and green ones.
Edd dropped the little sugar-coated gummies into his palm and handed Tom the remote before popping his own into his mouth. His face immediately scrunched up. “Yuck, these taste nothing like Sour Patch Kids.” He frowned, disappointed.
“Did you think they would?” Tom muttered with a snort, tossing his own into his mouth. They tasted like straight grass with shitty food flavoring on top. And they didn’t even match the colors. It was just sugar. “Eugh—whatever.” He shook his face a little, swallowed them down, and clicked on the show.
He yanked one of the many blankets piled at the foot of the bed up to his chest, leaning back into the pillows to get settled while waiting for the high to kick in. Edd pulled the blanket over himself too, casually scooting closer until he was pressed right up against Tom’s side. Tom obviously had no problem with that.
About an hour or so into binging the show, Tom was stoned out of his fucking mind. His whole body felt heavy as fuck and loose at the same time, like every muscle had just given up. His brain was floating somewhere above him, fuzzy as hell. Every now and then one of his limbs would twitch on its own. His eyes were hooded and struggling to stay open, the lights on the screen lost to him.
He wasn’t really following the movie at all now, so his gaze drifted over to Edd instead. The taller man looked fucked too, his red eyes glassy, chuckling dumbly at random parts of the show and jerking in surprise whenever the camera cut dramatically to something scary.
Tom stared at him until Edd finally noticed and looked over.
“Hah—dude, you’re stoned,” Edd grinned, his voice obnoxiously slow.
“You’re one to fuckin’ talk,” Tom smiled back, knocking his shoulder against Edd’s, not being subtle at all.
Edd looked down at where their arms were pressed together, then back up at Tom. “Oh yeah?” He tilted his head, that stupid little smile turning coy.
Tom had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from chuckling at how corny Edd was when he was high. “You’re corny,”
“You love it,” Edd shot back quickly. He leaned over, dipping his head a little so their lips brushed together. They stayed like that for a few teasing seconds, lips barely touching, pulling back just enough to make the other chase it before they finally locked together properly.
Making out was always so much better when they were high, in Tom’s opinion. Everything felt like more, every touch, every shift of skin, every movement. You could feel the anticipation building heavy in your gut, that curl of arousal starting to spread manually.
That was exactly what Tom was feeling now as the kiss deepened and they found their rhythm. The shorter man leaned in more, one hand gripping the front of Edd’s t-shirt, tilting his head to the side so he could open his jaw wider and press harder against Edd’s mouth. Their tongues slid together, lazy at first, then more insistent the more it escalated. Tom could taste the faint artificial sweetness from the gummies mixed with the usual cola taste on Edd’s tongue. Edd’s hand came up to cup the back of Tom’s neck, fingers sliding into his hair just tight enough to make Tom’s breath hitch.
They made out for a while, both of them blitzed and in no rush to speed things up. Tom was more than ready to go when Edd finally pulled back, dipping his head to the side to press open-mouthed kisses across his cheek. His hooked nose dragged slowly over Tom’s flushed skin, moving lower and lower until he reached the pulse point on his neck.
Tom let out a shaky exhale and scooted forward, trying to give him more room. His head tilted back when Edd’s hand cupped the small of his back and dragged him in closer. “You’re warm,” Edd murmured against his Adam’s apple, his breath tickling Tom’s skin.
Tom wanted to squirm but stayed still, one hand coming up to cradle the back of Edd’s head, fingers brushing through the thick brunette locks. “—Uh-huh,” he hummed, only half paying attention to the words. He tried to shift again, wanting to climb into Edd’s lap, but Edd’s firm grip on his hip kept him right where he was.
He heard Edd chuckle quietly. “Anddd.. what are you trying to do?” The man murmured, sucking a slow hickey into the sensitive skin right below his jaw.
Tom grunted. “What does it look like I’m trying to do,” he muttered, dragging Edd closer by the grip he had in his hair. He wasn’t feeling all that patient and he wanted Edd to know it.
Edd snickered, clearly understanding exactly what Tom was asking for. He kept his face tucked into the crook of Tom’s neck. “I was thinking we could try something new,” he suggested slyly, knowing Tom wouldn’t be able to resist the idea of a surprise.
Tom’s eyes cracked open. His currently slow brain took a second to process it. Something new. Something fun? He felt a buzz of excitement shoot straight to his crotch and bit down on his bottom lip. “…And what is that?” he prompted, shifting when he felt Edd’s hand slide up the back of his shirt, fingertips digging lightly into his skin.
“Mmm, I kinda want it to be a surprise,” Edd replied, his voice slow as his fingers kept lazily moving over Tom’s skin.
That made Tom a little suspicious. It took him a second to process before he pulled back, moving slower than usual so he could look at the other man. “What does ‘new’ entail…?”
Edd had that sheepish grin on his face, eyes heavy and red from the high. “Don’t stress, man,” he said, the words dragging. “You trust me, don’t you?” He let his other hand rest heavily on Tom’s thigh, thumb rubbing slow circles.
Tom rolled his eyes, but it felt like it took more effort than usual. “Yeah, I trust you… but how about a little hint?” His voice came out thick.
Edd clicked his tongue lazily. “All or nothing, baby.” He gave Tom’s thigh a firm but sluggish squeeze. “Come on, it’ll be fun. I promise you’ll feel so good.” The words purred out low as he scooted closer, leaning in to press a slow, lingering peck to Tom’s lips.
Tom still felt a little nervous somewhere in the back of his hazy mind, but the excitement won out easier with how fried he was. “Mnnn—okay. Fine,” he mumbled, returning the kiss. “How long is this gonna take…? I don’t want my high to wear off,” he added, the words muffled slightly against Edd’s mouth.
Edd pulled back after a moment, moving slowly in a way that made Tom want to laugh at him. He sat up straighter, blinking slowly, considering options. “Roll up. I’ll get what I need.”
“What you need…?” Tom repeated to himself quietly, the words slow to form. He scooted back on the bed and watched Edd stand up. Edd had to catch his balance for a second before heading to the closet.
Tom leaned over to his bedside table, movements dragging as he grabbed Edd’s cluttered rolling tray, some leaf, and his grinder. He was already pretty fried, but a little more sounded too good. It took him longer than usual to focus, but he eventually tore his eyes away from whatever Edd was digging for in the closet and started packing the leaf. His hands felt a bit clumsy, but he managed to roll it.
Once the blunt was shittily done, he looked up. Edd was coming back to the bed with a few things in his hands, moving like he was wading through some damn water. “Alrighty… You ready?” Edd asked, voice cheerful while he was dumping the stuff onto the bed.
Tom stared at the pile for a long second, his brain taking its time to catch up. “…Yeah. And what the fuck would all of that be?” he asked, the question eventually formed.
Edd just grinned wider. “Supplies. Light that up so I can get a move on.”
Tom sluggishly lit the end of the blunt and stuck it between his lips, inhaling deep and slow. Right as he did, Edd brought out the first item, which was a smooth satin blindfold.
Edd approached him, brushing some hair away from Tom’s eyes before tenderly tying the fabric over his line of sight. The material was soft against his skin, but the sudden darkness made his pulse pick up. The blunt was gently plucked from his lips, a thick cloud of smoke escaping as he exhaled.
“Blindfold…” Tom murmured stupidly.
Edd hummed from in front of him. “Mhm. Interested?”
Tom hesitated for a second, then nodded. “…Yes,” he admitted, feeling his cheeks warm up under the blindfold.
“I knew you’d be,” Edd answered, sounding pleased he had guessed correctly.
“Right,” Tom muttered, shifting his position on the bed as he heard more rustling. He had to rely on his hearing now to try and figure out what Edd was pulling out. He caught the sound of Edd taking another hit from the blunt, then the thick smoke drifting over to him. A second later he heard Edd set something down and hesitate before speaking.
“…Actually, let’s get our clothes off before this,” Edd decided out loud.
Tom tilted his head, opening his mouth to ask what he meant, but the thick base of the joint suddenly pressed against his bottom lip. He tasted the sharp weed for a second before he wrapped his lips around it and took a long drag. He reached up blindly to take it from Edd, chuckling a little as he exhaled the smoke. “Before what?” he asked.
“Tom,” Edd said, sounding amused. “The point of the blindfold is so you’d stop asking questions. So stop asking.” He reached out and poked Tom’s cheek, catching him off guard. “And take off your clothes.”
Tom huffed a little but did as he was told. He handed the blunt out into the darkness for Edd to take, then tugged his shirt off, followed by his pants and boxers in one go. Being completely naked while he couldn’t see anything felt weird—way more exposed than usual. The cool air hit his body instantly, making his skin prickle and his nipples tighten. He could already feel himself getting wet, the slickness starting to build between his folds even though Edd hadn’t done jack shit yet.
“Good. Lay down on your back,” Edd said.
Tom nodded carefully and scooted back, leaning until he felt the stack of pillows at the head of the bed. He settled against them, heart beating a little faster now that he had no idea what was coming next. The blindfold made every sound and every shift of air feel louder and heavier.
“Alright, now… give me your hands.”
Tom heard a slight clink of metal. It took him a moment before he lifted his hands slowly in the general direction of Edd’s voice. Warm fingers wrapped around his wrists, guiding them up and over his head. The fluffy material closed around both wrists, then there was a clicking sound as Edd locked them in place. Tom gave a slow tug. His wrists were secured to the headboard with the red fluffy cuffs. He wasn’t going anywhere.
So this was heading into some bondage-type shit. The thought came through slowly in his head. He probably wouldn’t be able to move much at all. It felt like Edd was setting up for a long teasing session, and right now, Tom wasn’t really in the mood for something dragged out like that.
Tom frowned, the expression delayed. “Is this gonna be—”
He was cut off when the blunt was pushed back against his lips. “—Ugh, Edd, can you—” The end of the joint was firmly stuck in his mouth before he could finish. “Dick,” he muttered around it. He inhaled anyway, holding it longer than he meant to.
He heard more rustling near the foot of the bed, the sound feeling far away. Then something cool and metal was latched around each of his ankles. Why the fuck was Edd putting stuff on his feet? Tom tugged his ankles apart experimentally, movements sluggish, and realized they couldn’t spread any further. A spreader bar. The realization of this fully hit him, and his stomach flipped. The bar held his legs open, leaving his cunt completely exposed to the cool air and Edd’s bitch ass. He could feel the slickness between his folds even more now. Great.
His whole body felt hypersensitive because of the blindfold. Every little draft of air across his spread thighs and wet cunt made him twitch. The fluffy cuffs felt warmer against his skin, and even the small tug when he tested them sent a pulse between his legs. He took another slow drag when Edd pressed the blunt to his lips again, holding the smoke deep before letting it out in a thick cloud. The high made everything feel stronger, which felt like a good thing, but he knew wasn’t going to end well in this specific scenario.
Edd’s voice came from near the foot of the bed, sounding utterly relaxed. “There we go… Looking good, Tom.” He laughed.
Tom swallowed, the blunt still between his lips. It took him a second to register how open he was, how the spreader bar kept him on full display. Being tied down like that made the anticipation stir heavily inside him. He tried to close his legs out of habit, but the bar held firm, only making the exposed feeling sink in deeper.
He heard Edd chuckle softly again, closer now. “..And you’re already wet? Wow,”
“Shut up,” Tom muttered impatiently, already shifting in irritation against the cuffs and spreader bar.
“You could afford to use some manners,” Edd quipped, dragging a single finger slowly over Tom’s stomach just to watch his muscles twitch.
“And you could get on with it,” Tom mumbled, chin jerking away when Edd’s fingertip dipped into his navel and lightly tugged at the hoop piercing there. “This isn’t exactly comfortable.”
“You think it’s supposed to be?” Edd chuckled. “Just hush, before I gag you too.”
Tom made an annoyed noise but actually shut up, biting the inside of his cheek. Edd’s hands kept moving; light, teasing touches that danced all over his skin and raised goosebumps everywhere. Because of the damnded blindfold, all those simple ass sensations felt dialed up to ten. He could feel every tiny ridge of Edd’s fingerprints, every shift of the bed when Edd moved, every place where his skin got extra sensitive.
Now that he was quiet, his own thoughts felt louder in his head. The high made it all worse, of course, which was definitely Edd’s intent. His nerves were buzzing. When Edd’s fingers brushed over the flat scars under his chest, Tom’s breath hitched. The bars through his nipples felt extra cold as they tightened up from the attention. Then Edd’s hand drifted lower, pushing through the soft hair of his happy trail.
Thomas shuddered hard when he felt what had to be Edd’s lips press against his v-line. The wet heat of Edd’s mouth followed, sucking a slow hickey into the skin. He wanted to roll his hips up into it so badly, but he forced himself to stay still, tipping his head back against the pillows and trying to keep his breathing regulated.
Those hickeys kept appearing, one on the crease where his thigh met his hip, another on the other side, then lower. His cunt was throbbing now, aching with how empty he felt. The spreader bar dutifully kept his legs forced open, cool air constantly brushing over his wet folds. Finally, a single finger stroked through his lips.
Tom’s hips jerked hard before he could stop it. A breathy noise escaped him thoughtlessly.
“Excited?” Edd hummed, his voice a little raspy. The way he cleared his throat told Tom he was still smoking the blunt.
“Amongst other things,” Tom replied, trying to spread his thighs wider when Edd’s finger started slow circles around his clit, pressing up against the swollen nerve. The pressure burned pleasantly, but it wasn’t nearly enough.
He tried to push into it, chasing more friction, but Edd noticed immediately and pulled his hand away completely.
“Be good, Tom,” Edd reminded him, crawling up over his body.
Tom felt the mattress dip as Edd settled on top of him. He opened his mouth to reply, only for the fucking blunt to be pushed between his lips again. He grumbled but took the hit anyway, pulling smoke deep into his lungs. When Edd pulled it away, Tom coughed hard, eyes watering behind the blindfold. Fuck, he was really high. His head felt like it was spinning, and his heartbeat pulsed between his legs.
“—Please, get on with it,” he ended up saying, his voice way more desperate than he wanted it to sound after only a few fucking minutes.
Edd laughed softly. “It hasn’t even been that long, Tom, and you’re already begging,” He pushed the blunt toward Tom’s lips again. Tom tried to turn his head away, but Edd gripped his chin and held it in place. “Hit it again.”
Tom grunted but inhaled again despite his throat scorching like hell. The smoke burned his lungs as he exhaled. “I just wanna cum,” he complained, still a little wheezy from the big pull.
“I can give you that,” Edd reassured him.
Tom felt Edd lean down, warm weedy breath ghosting over his lips. He opened his mouth immediately, and Edd kissed him. Tom kissed back hard, putting everything he had into it, sliding against Edd’s, trying to show him just how badly he needed this.
Thomas was damn near twitching with anticipation by the time Edd pulled away from the kiss. A thin string of spit still connected them for a second before it broke. Tom licked his lips, chest rising and falling heavily. He wanted to snap at Edd to hurry the fuck up, but he held his tongue this time. Edd clearly wasn’t looking for demands.
The buzz from the high kept him distracted enough while he heard Edd moving around. The blackness behind the blindfold swirled with faint colors and shapes that weren’t really there. He rolled his head to the side, pressing his cheek into the cool, untouched part of the pillow just for the contrast against his overheated skin.
Then, without any warning, something cold and firm slid through his folds and pushed inside his cunt.
Tom sucked his teeth sharply, hips twitching up. The toy slid in way too easy as shit, but it still gave that blunt stretch as it filled him. “Hey— Edd, ow. A warning…?” he muttered, clenching around the thick intrusion.
“Okay… ready?” Edd warned.
“For what? It’s already—” Tom didn’t get to finish.
The toy suddenly buzzed to life inside him, overly strong vibrations paired with a slow, twisting rotation that pressed right up against his g-spot. It wasn’t crazy intense, but it was more than enough. Tom’s insides tensed instantly, walls fluttering around the relentless motion. Every rotation dragged the vibrating head across that sensitive spot over and over.
“How’s that feel?” Edd asked, sounding smug as a motherfucker. He had moved to lie beside Tom, voice right next to his ear. “’Cause it looks like it feels really fucking good.”
Tom grimaced, turning his head toward Edd’s voice. “Mm—come closer,” he murmured, trying to lean up for a kiss but getting nowhere because of the cuffs. He heard Edd laugh at his useless attempt.
“Come here, you almost got it,” Edd teased, letting his lips ghost over Tom’s before pulling back just out of reach.
“Edd,” Tom grunted through gritted teeth.
“Come on, Tom. Almost there…”
“Fuck you,” Tom groaned, a pout pulling at his lips.
Edd finally gave in, scooting closer and kissing him properly while the toy kept working inside his cunt. The combination was absolutely perfect, aside from the fact that he couldn’t get his hands on Edd. Five minutes of Edd’s tongue in his mouth, the toy steadily vibrating and twisting against his g-spot, and Edd’s fingers occasionally rubbing circles over his clit was all it took.
Tom came pretty damn hard, spasming around the toy as it continued moving through his orgasm. His ankles jerked uselessly against the spreader bar, cunt clenching and gushing around the thick silicone.
“Edd—take it out,” he gasped, breaking the kiss, hips twitching while the toy kept mercilessly massaging his g-spot.
Edd stayed quiet for a second. Tom couldn’t see the deeply pleased grin on his face, or the way his big hand hovered just above Tom’s dripping cunt.
“No,” Edd said simply. He pushed himself up off the bed with a heavy sigh.
The first orgasm was still fading, but the overstimulation was already creeping in as the toy kept vibrating and rotating without fail, pushing him right back toward another peak. “What the fuck do you mean no?” Tom huffed, head dropping back into the pillow in exasperation. “What are you doing?”
He heard Edd moving around the room over the constant buzzing of the toy; fabric rustling, a zipper, keys jingling.
“I have some errands to run.”
Cold dread shot down Tom’s spine. “No. You’re fuckin’ joking. You aren’t actually leaving me—” He shook his head in disbelief, but the sounds kept coming: coat being pulled on, the door opening.
“I am. I’ll be back, don’t worry. You said you wanted to cum, so I’m letting you cum.” Edd’s voice was sickeningly sweet and coy.
“You dick! You know I didn’t mean it like that! Please, Edd, don’t fucking leave this toy in m—”
The bedroom door shut with a solid click, rudely cutting Tom off mid-sentence.
He lay there stunned that Edd had actually done that, his heart hammering. The toy kept whirring away inside him, unbothered by Tom’s worry. For a few seconds the shock had dulled the sensations, but that didn’t last. The rotating head kept grinding against his g-spot, the vibrations traveling through his clit and deep into his pelvis. His cunt was gradually getting soaked, wet steadily leaking out around the toy and down between his ass cheeks.
The edibles and all the weed they’d smoked on top were hitting like a freight train now. He could hear every tiny mechanical sound the toy made. He could feel sweat beading on his skin and sliding down his sides. His nipples were tight, his clit was throbbing, and every slow twist of the toy made his walls flutter and squeeze.
Worst of all, he couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that Tord and Matt might still be in the house. What if one of them fucking walked in? He was blindfolded, tied down with his legs forced open, and an active toy in his pussy. Actually, the embarrassment of that scenario was making his second orgasm come faster.
He tried to hold it back as long as he could, thighs trembling against the spreader bar, wrists pulling uselessly at the fluffy cuffs. But it was a damn moot point.
The second orgasm crashed into him harder than the first. Tom’s back arched, a tight moan ripping out of him as his cunt pulsed around the toy. A small gush of wetness squirted out around it, wetting his thighs and the sheets. The toy didn’t slow down for even a second; it just kept twisting and vibrating straight through his orgasm, dragging it out until he was shuddering.
“Fuck… fuck…” he wheezed, already over this shit, but Edd had just fucking left.
The toy was starting to piss him off. Tom had started to wonder if it was plugged in or something, because no battery should last this fucking long. The back of his skull pressed hard into the pillow as the toy tried to drag him toward a third orgasm, the rotating head constantly rolling and nudging that same aching spot inside him. It slipped a little every time his cunt pulsed around it, but it still delivered steady circles that kept him reeling.
He was panting like he had run some damn miles now, lips parted and reddened from biting them. With a toy there wasn’t any audible thrusting or slapping skin, so he could stay relatively quiet, which he was grateful for. But the anxiety of someone walking in was eating at him nonstop. His mind kept wandering while he tried to hold off. Had Edd actually left the house, or was he just fucking with him? And if he really was gone, how long would he be?
He tried to focus on those thoughts to distract himself, but it didn’t work for long. The pressure kept building, itching inside him. “Shit,” he whimpered quietly, biting hard on the inside of his cheek and lifting his hips as much as the spreader bar would let him, trying to shift the toy away from that spot and failing. “Ah—f-fuck,” he hissed as the pressure suddenly spiked.
A knock sounded at the door.
“Edd? You in there?”
Tom’s insides clenched around the toy. His heart slammed against his ribs in time with the buzzing and mechanical whirring of the toy, which suddenly sounded deafening in his ears. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. The door wasn’t locked. He knew it wasn’t. Should he answer and risk Matt coming in? Or stay silent and still risk the nosey ginger just walking in anyway?
He had to choose right as his orgasm started cresting, his stomach tightening in slow, pitiful waves.
“Uu—Edd’s n-not here,” Tom yelled back, trying to keep his voice steady. It came out thicker than he wanted. There was a long pause that made his stomach drop in a weird way.
“…Tom? Where is he?”
“Out!” Tom choked out, pressing his head back into the pillow as the toy kept grinding against his g-spot. The word felt heavy leaving his mouth.
More silence. “What’s that noise?”
Matt’s nosey fucking voice made Tom want to rip his hair out. “Fuck off, Matt!” he nearly yelled, breath coming fast and shallow. He was right on the edge, his cunt clenching and fluttering wildly around the toy. If he came while Matt was still standing there he’d never live that down.
He heard an offended mutter from the other side of the door, followed by footsteps walking away. The second he was sure Matt was gone, Tom couldn’t hold it anymore.
The orgasm was instantaneous and hard as hell. He gasped sharply as it rolled through him in heavy waves, his cunt pulsing tightly. A warm gush of squirt leaked out around it, soaking his thighs and Edd’s sheets for the second time. And like before, the toy didn’t slow down; it just kept twisting and vibrating straight through, dragging it out longer than he wanted.
“Ffff—holyshittt,” Tom stammered, eyes rolling back behind the blindfold, chest heaving.
He couldn’t stop his squirming after that third one. The toy continued to pull weaker, shaky orgasms out of him the longer it went. His pussy was just,.. ridiculously wet. And his clit was starting to fucking hurt, and his walls kept fluttering uncontrollably. He was losing track of time. He eventually lost track of how many times he’d come.
Sweat beaded all over his skin and slid down his sides. Drool slipped from the corner of his mouth as he turned his head to the side, panting harshly. Every single sensation was overwhelming; the buzzing and rotating in him, the now cold mess between his legs, the tight pull of the cuffs on his wrists, the way the spreader bar kept him forced open. The pot had him so fucked that even the feeling of his own hair sticking to his sweaty forehead felt overstimulating as fuck. He just tried to endure it.
While he endured, the miraculous toy kept going, but his orgasms were actually dying out before the toy. Tom could feel it. Each one was less intense. That was the only thing giving him some sort of respite.
After maybe ten more minutes, the toy was finally losing power. The vibrations were weaker, the twisting slower, but it still painstakingly nudged against his g-spot enough to pull out small, tired whimpers from his throat. He didn’t even fight the draws of orgasms anymore. He just lay there, letting out soft broken sounds every time it rolled over that sensitive spot.
Then he heard voices outside the door again, pulled from his head.
“Edd? You in there?” Tord’s voice.
Tom’s brain felt too slow and his mouth was dry as cotton. He tried to come up with something to say but the words got stuck. Before he could force anything out, he heard more footsteps and Edd’s voice answering from the hallway.
“What’s up, Tord?”
They talked quietly for a minute about something that Tom couldn’t have focused on even if he tried. His head was too stuffed to follow it. Then he heard Tord ask, “What’s wrong with Tom? Why’s he in there?”
Tom’s stomach twisted with a half-hearted spike of panic.
In a hushed tone that Thomas could not at all hear right on the other side of the door, Edd told Tord exactly what was happening. A second later the door clicked open. Tom had no idea. He couldn’t see anything.
Edd stepped inside, voice dripping with fake sweetness. “Hey Tom.”
Tom’s breath hitched. Relief flooded through him even though he was beyond pissed. “Turn it off,” he demanded, voice hoarse and fucked up. He widened his legs as much as the spreader bar allowed and tried to shimmy his hips, desperately trying to push the dying toy out. “Edd, please— turn it the fuck off.”
Edd chuckled, looking him over. “Damn. I read it was supposed to last up to three hours. It fell a little short.” He sounded pleased. “You’ve made a real mess of my bed, huh?”
Tom let out a shaky whimper as the toy gave one last weak twist inside his swollen cunt. He was still trying to shift his hips, legs trembling. “Edd— just fucking take it out already…”
He had no clue Tord was standing right there in the doorway, watching the whole thing in silence.
“Alright, okay,” the taller man chuckled. He glanced back at Tord and silently motioned him forward before sitting on the edge of the bed. Edd reached between Tom’s legs first, gently pulling the toy out. He hummed when he saw the way Tom’s hole fluttered around nothing, all red and puffy. Edd whistled. “How many times did you cum?”
Tom grimaced, head tilting to the side. “D’know,” he murmured. “Can you take off the cuffs? Fuck, I’m sore.”
Edd smiled, even though Tom couldn’t see it. He leaned down and kissed him, lips moving slowly against each other. Tom didn’t kiss back until Edd pinched his arm.
“Not yet,” Edd replied simply.
Tom let out an immediate cry. “Edd—I can’t. I literally can’t cum anymore, please.” He shook his head against Edd’s lips, begging.
“Yes, you can, Tom. I’ll get you some water, though. Looks like you lost a lot of fluid,” he joked. There was the sound of a water bottle cap cracking open next to him. Tom just opened his mouth, catching the cool stream that poured in, drinking it down greedily.
Edd kissed him again right after, but it felt different this time. His hand drifted down Tom’s tense stomach, fingers rubbing through the sweat-dampened pubic hair. “Mmp—Edd,” Tom murmured against his mouth, still not sure if he was ready for anything else.
“Quit whining, Tom.”
Tom stilled. That was not Edd’s voice.
He jerked back from the kiss, licking his lips on instinct. A little snort escaped the person above him now, and a hand started rubbing over his flat chest, thumb brushing across one of his pierced nipples.
“Wait—Tord?” Tom immediately recognized the irritating laughter.
He heard Tord’s sheepish chuckle as the Norwegian’s hand kept moving. “Hi Thomas,” Tord greeted shamelessly. He hooked a finger under the blindfold and tugged it up slightly.
Tom winced at the light, blinking rapidly. Once his vision focused, he saw Tord hovering right over him. A quick glance to the left confirmed Edd was still sitting beside them with his bitch ass smile. He had invited this sick fuck in without even asking him.
Tom sputtered, looking between the two of them in disbelief. “W—what the fuck? How long has he been here?” Fresh warmth flooded his cheeks rapidly, feeling a bit stupid for not instantly catching this.
Edd chuckled and waved his hand like it was nothing. “It’s okay, Tom. He just came in. He was curious to see how you were faring when I told him how I left you.”
Tom’s jaw opened and closed. He stared back at Tord, completely speechless.
“Apparently not well,” Tord piped up.
“Shut the fuck up,” Tom instantly snapped, jerking forward but not getting far because of the cuffs.
Tord observed him, a smile curling on his thin lips, that tooth gap pissing Tom smooth off. “Or maybe he could use a little more; it appears that he can still bitch,” he hummed, leaning back to let his eyes drag over Tom’s twitching lower half.
Edd grinned. “You can get in on this if you want.”
Tom scoffed from between the two of them. “—Um, no the fuck he cannot!” he interjected, legs fighting against the bar to close. “And I thought I was done,” he added, voice wavering slightly when Edd’s hand skirted up his thigh.
“I didn’t say that,” Edd replied evenly, head tipping.
“I can’t, holy fuck, I really can’t cum anymore,” Tom insisted, ignoring Tord on his other side in favor of pleading with Edd. His pussy was still throbbing badly, and even after the water, his throat felt dry and raw.
Edd studied his face for a moment, eyes flicking intently over Tom’s expression. Eventually, he nodded. “Then use your safeword.”
Tom hesitated, lips parting. The practiced word was right there on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t say it. His eyes widened when he realized he wasn’t going to. His chest flushed with heat, lips setting back into a frown.
Edd smiled, all teeth, glancing over at Tord. “I’m assuming, then, that you won’t mind if I let Tord take a turn with your cunt,” the brunette said casually, dipping down to pinch Tom’s cheek.
Tom stayed silent. He knew if he really wanted Edd to kick Tord out, he would. But he also knew Edd remembered all the drunk conversations they’d had about Tord. The embarrassing amount of sexual tension that always sat simmering between them.
So he didn’t say anything. He just curled his lip in a snarl when he looked back at Tord, who was already tugging his shirt off over his head and tossing it aside like he just fit right in.
“Nobody wants to see that,” Tom snarked, defaulting to insults because he felt way too exposed in front of Tord like this, especially since he’d been begging like a bitch to Edd a moment earlier, without knowing the Norse was even present.
“It’s not for you,” Tord shot back, equally snarky. He popped the buttons on his jeans where they were clearly tented, shoved them down, and kicked them off. Left in just his boxers, he crawled up between Tom’s spread legs.
Tord paused, apparently thinking. “Can I gag him?”
“No,” Tom answered immediately.
Edd just shrugged. “Don’t see why not.” He was already digging through the box, pulling out different gags. Tord made an interested noise and picked one out.
Tom felt just embarrassed as shit watching the two of them treat him like a toy they were taking turns with. His eyes followed Tord as the Norwegian returned with a red ball gag. Tom was ready to make it difficult for the Norwegian, but Edd’s fingers were the ones hooking under his jaw and pulling his mouth open.
Tom didn’t bite Edd. He just glared hard at Tord as the ball was pushed past his teeth. His tongue pressed against the bottom of it instinctively. Edd fastened the strap behind his head and locked it in place. Almost immediately, Tom felt drool starting to build at the corners of his mouth.
“There. That’s better,” Tord said, clapping a hand against the side of Tom’s cheek. “None of that noise.” He settled back between Tom’s legs, looking very pleased with this scenario he’d worked out for himself.
Thomas would have snarled at Tord, but the ball gag made that impossible. He settled for glaring as hard as he could instead. His eyes dropped immediately when he felt Tord line his cock up, rubbing the head against his swollen clit before dragging it down and pushing bluntly against his entrance. Tom refused to give him any reaction as Tord pushed in, but his walls fluttered around the thick length anyway. The sensitivity was too much. His stomach flexed hard when Tord bottomed out, and the Norwegian let out a low groan above him.
Tom turned his head away, chin digging into his chest. He wasn’t about to give Tord the satisfaction of seeing his face crinkle. But Tord didn’t seem to care. He pulled back and slammed in again, setting an erratic pace right away.
For some reason Tom had expected at least a little mercy, which was just fucking idiotic because it was Tord. Tord wouldn’t care that Tom was clearly worn out. The Norse leaned over him and fucked him hard anyway, hips jerking like he was trying to prove a damn point. Thomas felt nearly positive that Tord was mainly getting off on how powerless Tom was and how embarrassing it was that he had walked in on him like that.
The force of the thrusts made Tom’s eyes twitch. He tipped his head to the side so spit wouldn’t pool in his mouth and choke him, which made it dampen the bedding next to him. His arms flexed and strained above his head. Muffled groans slipped out despite how hard he tried to hold them back. As much of a jackass as Tord was, he knew exactly how to hit that spot inside him, and once he found it he kept pounding into it without mercy.
Tord leaned down close, whispering right against his ear. “You like that right there, Jehovah?” he crooned, dragging his tongue over the gauge in Tom’s ear. Tom jerked away, but Tord just followed, pressing wet kisses against his temple while his hips kept slapping against Tom’s ass. “So fucking loose after that toy was in you for hours,” he breathed out, reaching down between them. He used two fingers to spread Tom’s lips open, staring down at the way his hole stretched around his cock.
Tom hadn’t planned on looking obviously, but Tord yanked his hair and forced his head down so he had to watch. Tord even slowed down for a moment, pulling almost all the way out just so Tom could see how wet his dick was.
“That’s okay though,” Tord continued, voice shuddering. “Still enough to get me off. So nice of you to let me fuck you, Thomas.” He smiled excitedly, eyebrows drawn together as he watched Tom give him the angriest look he could manage around the ball gag.
Tord didn’t last much longer after that. He buried his face against Tom’s neck, thrusts turning sloppy, then bit down hard on his shoulder. The bite was fucking painful, and Tom yelled in spite of himself. He managed to stay mostly quiet the whole time (save for there at the end), but he already knew Edd was waiting for his turn on purpose.
When Tord finally pulled out, he came across Tom’s stomach in obnoxious stripes. He kissed the center of the ball gag like shit was cute, then quickly did up his pants and shirt. He thanked Edd on his way out and left.
Tom’s nose crinkled in disgust. His eyes shifted over to Edd, who looked happy. He’d sparked up again.
“You were well behaved,” Edd acknowledged, smoke curling from his lips.
Tom rolled his eyes and jerked his wrists above his head.
“Right, let’s get you out of those,” Edd hummed.
He started with the wrists, uncuffing them from the headboard and letting Tom’s arms drop. Then he removed the ball gag, which was absolutely covered in Tom’s spit, and finally unfastened the spreader bar that had been killing his legs.
“Shit, I’m tired,” Tom muttered, sitting up and stretching his arms across his chest.
Edd smiled. “Too tired?” They both knew only the safeword would actually stop him, and “I’m too tired” wasn’t it.
But Tom still couldn’t resist pushing back a little. “Yeah, and too sore,” he said, rubbing the red marks on his wrists.
“Mhm,” Edd nodded. He tilted his head, eyes roaming over Tom’s body. “Well, what about me?”
Tom swallowed, his gaze dropping to the obvious bulge in Edd’s pants. “You could always jerk off,” he offered.
“That’s true,” Edd agreed. His hand slid closer on the bed. “But I don’t want to do that.”
Tom felt a smile tug at his lips. “…Then what do you want?”
Edd chuckled, ashing out the joint. “You’re cute,” was all he said before he moved.
In one quick motion, Edd had Tom on his back again, leaning over him and crashing their lips together. Tom, despite saying he was too sore seconds earlier, eagerly wrapped his arms around Edd’s shoulders and threaded his fingers through the back of his hair.
“Not so sore after all,” Edd murmured against his mouth, dipping down to lick over the fresh bite mark Tord had left on his shoulder.
Tom bit back laughter, hips twitching when Edd’s bulge dragged over his bare cunt. “Still am,” he replied.
“Good thing I don’t care,” Edd quipped, that sweet smile on his face. “Now get on your knees and bend over so I can fuck you right.”
Tom felt a rush of adrenaline as he moved, which was crazy because he was dead tired just earlier. The second Tom’s knees hit the mattress, Edd’s cock slid into him with zero resistance, sinking straight to the hilt. Tom yelped. Edd pulled out and pushed back in, but the rhythm wasn’t the frantic one Tom expected.
Instead, Edd pushed him down flat against the mattress, settling into a push-up position over him. He buried his cock deep every time his hips met Tom’s ass, fucking him slow and harsh. It was exactly the right pace to somehow start getting Tom worked up again, even after coming like thirty times.
Tom’s hands fisted the sheets. Sparks shot up his spine with every thrust. His eyes fluttered, and jumbled noises spilled out effortlessly, broken syllables of Edd’s name and half-formed pleas.
Edd kept fucking him slow, hips rolling in a steady rhythm that made Tom feel every inch. Every time Edd angled his hips upward just right, the head of his cock dragged right against that abused spot inside him. Tom could feel another orgasm starting to creep up on him, tingling in his gut like a warning.
“So wet,” Edd murmured right against his ear, voice a husky whisper. “Can hear how sloppy your cunt is every time I push in. You’re dripping all down my balls, Tom.”
Tom moaned wetly, the sound slurred from how blazed he still found himself to be. His words were barely coming together anymore. “Mmh— Eddddholyshit,”
His legs were spread wide under Edd, his thighs trembling. Even though he was unbearably sore, his hips kept pushing back to meet every thrust, greedy for more of that uncomfortableness.
Edd grabbed both of Tom’s wrists and pinned them behind his back with one hand, holding them in place. He leaned down and started kissing along the back of Tom’s neck and nape. “There you go, baby,” he encouraged breathlessly.
A whimpering moan tumbled out when Edd kept grinding into that euphoric spot. His voice broke on his next breath. “Hah—yessfuck…” He exhaled shamelessly.
Edd’s pace started to pick up after a while, probably chasing his own orgasm but doing more than enough to mull along Tom’s, clear in the way the brunette on the bottom started twisting about.
“You gonna cum again?” Edd asked eagerly, nuzzling into the back of Tom's hair. “Hah—I think you are, I can feel you.” He sing-songed as best he could.
Tom nodded frantically, shoulder blades pulling up as his nerves went haywire. “Y—essss,” he groaned into the pillow.
Edd made sure Tom came first. He adjusted his angle and started grinding deep and steady right against that spot, not letting up until Tom’s whole body seized. It wasn’t as intense as the earlier ones, but it was still good as fuck and had his toes curling and eyes rolling. He moaned Edd’s name in a jumbled voice, tapering off into a groan.
Edd kept grinding through it, letting Tom ride every second of it until his body finally started to relax from being all tensed up and rigid.
Only then did Edd pull out to stroke himself a few times, coming with a groan, cum landing across Tom’s ass and lower back, some of it dripping down between his cheeks.
They both stayed still for a minute, breathing equally hard and sitting in the aftermath. Edd finally pulled back and let out a tired chuckle. “Fuck… that was good, you okay?”
Tom just made a noise, actually insanely exhausted. He felt like he could pass out right there.
Edd got up briefly and came back with a warm cloth that he’d dampened with water. “C’mere. I’ll clean you up.”
Tom usually would have brushed off the aftercare shit, but he genuinely could not find it in himself to move a damn inch. So, Edd started wiping Tom’s backside first, careful around his swollen cunt. “Think we should shower, it’ll help with the soreness.”
Tom mumbled sleepily, “Mmnah, nap.”
Edd laughed. “I figured.” He flipped Tom over gently onto his back and wiped down his front too: his stomach, thighs, and between his legs. His pussy was still red, twitching occasionally as Edd cleaned him and making the man’s grin widen to himself.
Once he was done, Edd pulled the covers down and over Tom and tucked him in like a total angel baby sweetheart. Tom was already half asleep, flipping the other way and sighing comfortably.
“I’ll be in the kitchen making something to eat,” Edd said softly, brushing some hair out of Tom’s face. “You want anything specific when you wake up?”
Tom just shook his head a little and burrowed deeper into the blankets, mumbling something incoherent.
Edd smiled, pulled on some sweatpants, and headed out of the room, leaving the door cracked behind him so the smell would wake Tom up when he was ready.