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It seemed to take forever to get up Nori’s street because someone was moving some furniture in a couple houses down and there was a truck blocking Nori’s driveway. When he was about to get out and ask the guy to move, the person in the truck gave him a dirty look, then waited for his mate to come outside so they could move the furniture. Dwalin was close to helping them with it himself when the drive pulled forward and there was just enough room on the road for him to drive past. He pulled into Nori’s driveway and he was sure more dirty looks were thrown at his back but he couldn't be bothered to care. He strode up to the door, straightened his jacket and checked the time. 5:09. That was "fiveish," right? He knocked twice on the door then waited.
Nori's neighbors were all shit-heads, but then, Nori was a bit of a shit-head himself. He had spent the day cleaning his fairly filthy house, the way one does to seem less reprehensible than one really is. He almost invited Dori over to show off what a mature adult he was being, but came to his senses quickly. Dori was impossible to get rid of until he was ready to leave, and he'd want to nitpick Nori's cleaning anyway. No, he'd have both his brothers over for lunch or something tomorrow (assuming he and Dwalin didn't trash the place tonight), and beg off to go teach class.
There was no point in cleaning his studio. He'd never find anything again. He just closed the door to that room, focusing on the bedroom, bathroom, and living area. The kitchen was a bit of a tragedy, but he managed to get a load of dishes started so it was about a third less tragic now. He kept checking the clock and then getting mad at himself for checking the clock. He'd never cleaned his place for anyone before. Actually, he wasn't sure he'd ever properly cleaned his place before – mopping or vacuuming spills, doing dishes, but that was about it. The sense of accomplishment after conquering the filth was not really worth how filthy he felt afterwards. Enjoying a shower in a nice, clean bathroom improved his mood, and he braided his damp hair to keep it out of the way.
He probably shouldn't answer the door in a towel or a bathrobe, he decided with a frown as he tied the braid off. Was topless too blunt? What about commando? Could he still get away with those cut off shorts at his age? Or the entirely too well-loved jeans, with holes at both knees and under the back pockets? What the hell, it was his house. He pulled on the holey jeans, not bothering with underwear. It felt delightfully sinful and indulgent, especially considering the effort he'd put in to preparing his ass for the evening. His cock stirred just at the thought, and he picked out a threadbare, paint-spattered t-shirt that he wouldn't mind Dwalin ripping to shreds. Actually, he thought that might be rather appealing.
Somehow, it was five o'clock and his hair was still wet. Also, he didn't have a muscular bartender bending him over the nearest available surface. Nori huffed and sacked out on the couch, channel-surfing in the hope of finding some good background noise for the first overture of sex. No, absolutely not the Discovery Channel. Or Comedy Central – he was all for laughter during sex, but timing was rather crucial. He settled on the Food Network after three runs through all his channels, though he still wasn't happy about it.
And then he heard the knock. He grunted and hauled his ass off the couch, briefly checking the spyhole before undoing the four locks. He'd moved to this house after his previous one was robbed, so the extra locks were more a piece of mind thing than something he really thought he needed.
"Hey gorgeous," he smiled.
Dwalin smiled down at Nori, making note of the significantly-less-hair that he seemed to have and just hoped it was tied back. He'd be really disappointed if he didn't get to tug on it. He took in the ripped jeans and the dirty shirt and it made him smile a little more. He looked like a nearly-homeless starving artist, which, Dwalin supposed, was not terribly far off the mark.
"Evening," he said, and though he felt a little silly about buying it at first, he pressed a bottle of mid-priced red wine into Nori's hands as he stepped in the door. He thought maybe it was too formal or something, but he knew Nori liked to drink so it's not like it would go to waste or anything.
Nori inspected the label, though it meant very little to him. "Ta," he said, distracted. He'd end up giving it to Dori, he was sure. Nori drank rum and beer and a few other things, but had never bothered developing a palate for wine. He could drink the stuff, but he considered it an inferior means to intoxicate himself. (Dori, of course, said that wasn't why anyone drank wine).
"Are you hungry? I was figuring we'd order something...but it doesn't matter much to me when we do." He put the wine bottle in his kitchen, frowning at the pile of dishes before he went back to the living room, one arm bent behind him to toy with the end of his braid.
Dwalin was relieved to see that long braid down Nori's back and knew he would be making use of that later. He studied Nori's butt when his back was turned, like always, and had to resist the surge of lust that punched him in the gut when he noticed the holes in the rear of Nori's jeans and the flashes of skin that peeked out as he moved. That could not be accidental.
"Where should I put my jacket?" He asked, trying to distract himself from his simmering arousal. He had his jacket and a small backpack with a change of clothes and a toothbrush in it in case they went at it all night and Nori let him stay over. He figured it was a possibility given how snuggly and reluctant to leave the redhead had gotten Friday night.
"If you haven't eaten yet, we can get something. If we get it now and get that done with, we won't have to worry about having to order food and wait for the guy to show up later when we're... 'busy.'" He smirked a little. If they ordered now he could spend the time teasing Nori while they waited for it to arrive – they couldn't get into anything too heavy when the delivery guy could knock literally any second.
"Let me hang that up for you," Nori grinned, because he had a feeling he knew exactly what Dwalin had been looking at. The entryway closet was only a minor disaster area, since Nori used it almost exclusively for coats and his biking accessories. He took the coat off Dwalin's hands and slipped it over a hanger, making no comment on the backpack.
"Is pizza alright? I think there's a Chinese place that delivers here, too, but finding much else is gonna be tough." He couldn't really manage an innocent expression, but he didn't plan on wasting any time with Dwalin – they would be some flavor of busy when the food got there no matter what.
Dwalin set the backpack down by the closet door. "Pizza sounds fine. Order whatever you want on it, I'm easy."
"I know," Nori teased, though he wasn't exactly difficult to bed himself. "I'll just be a moment," he excused himself, picking up his phone and moving to the kitchen to place his order – and to give Dwalin another chance to look at his ass.
He just wanted to reach out and grab it and pull it against himself and do a million kinky invasive delicious things to it, and Nori knew it. He wouldn't have worn those pants otherwise. Dwalin knew that when Nori came over to his house, he would definitely wear something to tease him too, because those pants were almost too much.
At a loss for anything else to do, Dwalin wandered into the living room type area and took a seat on the couch. Nori didn't have a lot of personal items laying around how him to look at unfortunately so he just watched whatever was on... the cooking channel? Interesting.
"They said twenty to thirty minutes," Nori announced, dropping his phone on a side-table carelessly. "So I probably shouldn't let you tear my clothes off yet," he sighed in disappointment, tracing the curve of Dwalin's ear. "I wonder what that leaves us with." He straddled Dwalin's thick legs with only a little difficulty, flexible as he was, and wrapped his arms around Dwalin's neck. "Any suggestions?"
"I think I might have a couple," Dwalin murmured, sliding his hands down Nori's sides and resting them on his hips. The right side of Nori's shirt rode up a little which let Dwalin sneak a warm thumb in there, rubbing little circles into his skin. He pressed their mouths together and kissed Nori with sly interest, not delving too deep into his mouth, but not exactly denying that this was leading somewhere more.
Kissing Dwalin was so easy. Nori often had trouble, given the size of his nose, but even with Dwalin's larger one they never seemed to get in each other's way. He pressed closer, starting to grow hard already.
Dwalin smiled into the kiss, pulling Nori in closer by his hips and pressing deeper into the kiss. He made a little noise of contentment into Nori's mouth and honestly if he hadn't spent a good portion of two nights ago ravishing and getting ravished-by this saucy redhead, he would be inclined to believe that Nori was sweet and innocent. Of course, he knew better.
He was extremely tempted to let his hands find those holes in the ass of his pants and exploit them but he was enjoying how leisurely their kiss was and did not want it to end.
Nori's hands moved to cling to Dwalin's broad shoulders, and he found himself half-groping the incredible muscles there. He hoped Dwalin would yield to temptation sooner rather than later, because his ass was getting cold and Dwalin's hands were very warm.
Unable to resist any longer, Dwalin slid his hands into the back pockets of Nori's jeans and got a good grope in.
"We need to talk about these pants," He said, as even as he could manage given that the thought had then crossed his mind that he could just pick Nori up and shove him against the floor or the wall or the table or the couch but he wouldn't. Not yet.
Nori hummed neutrally. "These old things? I just wear them for working in my studio...or other dirty jobs around the house, you know." He hadn't been able to justify wearing them in public once the seat started wearing out. "Do you like them?" he asked coyly.
"I think you know that I like them," Dwalin all but growled, giving Nori's rear a squeeze. "Though honestly, I can't wait to get them off of you."
The squeeze made him grind down on Dwalin with a low moan. "Soon, tiger."
"Not soon enough," He murmured, and moved one hand up to hike up Nori's shirt. He mouthed at Nori's throat, tongue probing at the bruises he had left two nights ago. He was pleased that Nori wore them with pride and would eagerly give him more to show off.
Nori huffed as Dwalin left half his ass to get cold, but found it hard to stay angry when Dwalin was marking him again.
The hand that was roaming Nori chest stopped at one of his nipples and he hummed appreciatively when he felt the ring that pierced the hard little nub. He flicked it and tugged on it and if his mouth wasn't busy biting claiming marks into Nori's throat he'd be sucking on it too. He slid his hand down the back of Nori's pants and clutched at his flesh roughly.
"Whenever you're with me, you're not allowed to wear underwear." Dwalin said, voice low and gravelly. "If I catch you wearing underwear around me, unless we accidentally run into each other or you're coming from work or something, I'll punish you."
"Oh fuck," he swore as Dwalin played with his piercing. The sexiness of the order warred with Nori's fierce independent streak; he barely tolerated being bossed around in bed and never outside of it. Sexiness won, though he decided he'd "forget" every now and then. Just so Dwalin didn't think he was a doormat. And to get those lovely hands on his ass again, for a proper spanking. "I...a-alright," he said, the reluctance only half-faked.
"Good," He said, and pushed Nori's torso back a bit so he could duck his head and suck on his nipple, the piercing clicking against his teeth.
Nori clutched Dwalin's shoulders, trying not to squirm right off the bigger man's lap. "I – oh – gonna leave a wet spot on my shirt you fucker, make me look like a freak when I answer the door," he griped, but there was no heat to it.
"You'd look like a freak anyways," Dwalin said, voice muffled by Nori's shirt. He bit at Nori's nipple and tugged on the ring with his teeth. "Wouldn't be a change."
"Oi," Nori frowned. "Freak is not a compliment. And you better fucking compliment me if you want back in this fine ass." Nori's sense of self-worth was not exactly fragile, but he had spent too much of his life feeling unwanted to relish being demeaned in bed.
"I was just joking. Didn't mean to offend your delicate sensibilities, princess. Sorry." Both his hands returned to groping said fine ass and he groaned. "I do so want back inside you..."
A hint of red rose in Nori's face. He bumped noses with Dwalin rather than think too much on why "princess" was a turn on. "Soon," he repeated. "Very soon." He glanced at a clock. "Pizza should be here in, mmm, five or ten minutes."
Dwalin nuzzled his nose against Nori's affectionately. "I don't know if I can handle five or ten minutes without ripping your clothes off, honestly."
"But I like these jeans," he pouted. He stole a kiss and ground down on Dwalin again. "I think you like them, too...you wouldn't really want to tear them off me, would you~?"
"Alright, I won't tear the jeans. But you have to promise that you won't wear them unless you're either alone or with me." Dwalin groaned and pulled Nori in for another kiss. When they separated he leaned down to press their foreheads together and he looked into Nori's eyes. "I don't know what this thing we have is, but I should let you know now that I'm a possessive jealous person."
The kiss was heady and fierce and Nori loved every second. "I can accept those terms," he grinned, licking his lips. Dwalin's little confession sobered him right up, though. He trailed his finger down Dwalin's chest as he thought. "I never cheat," he said finally. "I don't always say what's wrong, but you'll know if I'm not interested in you anymore because I'll break up with you before I let that turn into infidelity." He hesitated. "I can't promise not to flirt. Not everyone agrees on what that means, but plenty of people tell me I flirt with anything I speak with, and I guarantee you I don't intend to have sex with every person I talk to. So if you get all jealous try to be a little discreet in dragging me off for a quiet word or a claiming fuck, whatever." Nori didn't see anything wrong with a little healthy jealousy, but if Dwalin got too possessive, too committed, Nori was liable to bolt.
"Flirting is alright with me, as long as there's no actual intent behind it. We've agreed to be mutually exclusive to each other, and that's all I want." He nuzzled their noses together again, then continued. "I can promise to be discreet, and I'm a very 'claiming fuck' kind of guy, since you put it that way. Although, I know you've got your pride and you can take care of yourself, but if we're out somewhere and there's someone pestering you and you don't want them there, I will not hesitate to punch their fucking lights out. Just so you know."
"Oh you're the caveman type, eh? That can be very sexy. Trust me, you'll know when I need a rescue. I start looking all upset." He turned big, mournful eyes on Dwalin. "Or pissed off. That one's a lot more likely." He could take care of himself, but it was kind of cute, that Dwalin wanted to protect him. "Not that it matters much just yet...since I don't plan to let you out of my apartment for a while."
"That's alright with me. I can be your household caveman for as long as you want." He smiled, a lot more at ease now that they had talked about it. He didn't want to push at it since Nori didn't seem like a relationship person and he really didn't want to scare him off but that had gone surprisingly well.
Nori did relationships just fine. He just didn't do commitment. He lived day by day and he never expected anything to last, which had the side benefit of allowing him to live life to the fullest in a way most people never dreamed possible. But he also refused to plan much more than a week in advance unless he was absolutely forced into it, and he hadn't had a boyfriend last more than a few months since he was in college and stupid enough to fall in love with an abusive, manipulative asshole.
On the one hand, he knew better now, knew the warning signs and ruthlessly forced himself to leave at the first hint of that kind of personality. On the other hand, he seemed doomed to attract that personality. Dwalin at least seemed to take him at his word about fidelity, and at least in this moment alone was willing to permit Nori's flirtations with everyone else. He'd find out if that was genuine or not soon enough, but he planned to enjoy a lot of sex in the meantime.
Just as Dwalin went in to kiss Nori and use his grip on his ass to haul his groin in closer, there were three sharp knocks on the door. He paused while almost-kissing Nori and gazed into his eyes without a word.