#all-about-tom

Tom’s got you pinned against the door to one of the rooms that’s being used as a dressing room. The door is locked as his hands roam over your body, his lips hot against yours, moving with need and urgency just as they have all day.

He’s been looking amazing in every interview he’s done for far along the press tour but today, it’s like everything is in overdrive and neither of you can keep your hands off of each other. Between every interview, you and Tom find yourselves in a room, teeth knocking against each other as you try to conceal moans against each other, never getting to make it past just making out but also finding that to be part of the fun.

Now, he’s got his knee between your thighs, swallowing the whimpers that leave your lips with every move your make against this thigh. And his hands travel under your shirt, pulling at your bra before he pinches and tweaks your nipple. You moan against his lips, legs growing weak while the heat in your core builds.

Tom chuckles against you, kissing his way to your cheek and to your ear. “You gotta be quiet, darlin’.”

“Mmm,” You hum, tugging softly on the curls at the base of his neck, just enough toe elict a low growl from him but not enough to mess up his hair. “What about you?”

Tom huffs against your skin, moving to your neck where he’s careful not leave any marks and his other hands go to your other breast, working you up with just squeezing your breast and tweaking your nipples. And as the heat builds in your core and the knot in your stomach is begging to be snapped and your breathless moans fan over Tom’s cheek, you both lose track of time, lost in the lust of the moment. It’s not until Jacob comes banging on the door, telling Tom he’s gonna be late for the next interview.

“Oops.” Tom chuckles, looking back to you and sliding his hands out from under your shirt, helping you adjust your clothes back to normal.

“We’re finishing this the second we get to the hotel.” You say with wide, teasing eyes, fixing the small bits of Tom’s hair while he adjusts his hardened length in his pants, trying to make it less noticeable.

“That a promise, love?” Tom quips, eyes dark and teasing.