I imagine, for Tord to like bottoming, it would have to be absolutely freaked out. He can't bottom without the others dominance. Him and Tom get hella freaky with it too, anytime they fight, Tord is rock hard by the end..
Once, while fighting ofcourse, Tom was on top of him, choking him with malicous intent, Tord grasping at his hands, Tords grip on him slowly weakening as he loses air, sitting there thinking he might actually kill him, about to lose consciousness, Tom suddenly startles, and stops choking him, mumbling something but Tords hearing hasnt quite came back yet. He gasps for sweet air, immediately followed by harsh coughing, Tord attempts to sit up, but Tom punches him. Hard. His head hit the floor again, Tom speaks louder this time "commie bastard, youre sick," Tord dazed and confused would cough out a quiet, raspy "what-?"
"Youre disgusting." Tom shifts his weight backwards and then, Tords confusion turns into mortification as he comes to the very, Very embarassing fact that he was bricked up. He tries to sit up, choking out a "get off.." whilst doing so. Tom doesnt seem like hes moving anytime soon, clearly enjoying this. This time, instead of punching him, he pushes Tords head back nicely, sparing him mercy this time. Honestly, Tord would rather be taken out of his misery at this point, but his head hits the floor all the same. "Even when I'm beating you to a pulp, you still find a way to piss me off. There's no winning with you huh?" Tom doesnt look mad anymore, just scrutinizing his every move. Tords finger twitching slightly at the sound of his voice, the fact that hes given no real attempt to get him off, that fire to fight him off died once Tord got his brain blended, now replaced by a different heat, pooled in his stomach. His breathing isnt fully back on track yet, and to Tom, every reaction was new information he needed to analysis in real time. Seriously, he knew Tord was porn brained from all the hentai, but for some reason, he didnt expect him to be into this.
Tom lightly wraps his hands around Tords throat again, softly, like hes gently caressing an old photograph, with too much carefulness, unlike what he was doing barely minutes prior. Tord hands go up immediately, grabbing his wrists with no real intent, just instinct. Tom quirked his eyebrow, "you like this?" He asked, applying slight pressure. The reaction was immediately. Tords hips bucked up with a thought of their own, he groaned at the pressure and humilation, wondering briefly which part was turning him on more.
"You know, you were doing this early too. All movement to fight was gone, hell, for a moment there, I thought you were actually going to pass out. Your body still seems to know what it likes, even when your brain isnt working, its pathetic really." At that last line, Tord felt his cock throb. He felt light headed from all the blood rushing to his dick and all the oxygen neglecting his brain, all he could feel was desire for more, despite how much he hated every second of it.
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