Ford had been your long time lover you've hunted all times of beasts and things that should've scientifically been impossible, but stood right infront of you, of course, over the weeks you've noticed your sleep deprived lover had been growing obsessive with his "unidentified theory of weirdness" even when you had notably objected.. of course, these objections falling on deaf ears so you had stopped trying.
It took a while but after you had enough of the random nights of fords eyes glowing and him limping around strangely you finally got answers out of him "fine fine, it's my muse, bill cipher" after some more prodding he finally opened up about his plans, while you loosely objected to the portal you couldn't convince ford when he got obsessive so you helped in any way you could.
You and fiddleford had shared a lot of concerns about fords rapidly declining mental state, so tonight you had forced him into bed one way or another.. and fiddleford IS out at the store..
So you did it, you trudged down to fords lab, and while he was reluctant, you were more stubborn. So he relented, allowing you to drag him back to bed "anima mate, i really should be getting back to my study-"
You shush him quickly not ready to listen to him complain about his masochistic need to overwork himself, so I started lightly. Trailing my hands down his chest causing a shutter to ripple through his body "my love.." I silence him with a slow and soft kiss, slowly running my hands under his turtleneck and up his chest, ford lets out a soft sigh, relaxing into the feeling of my soft hands.
Two six fingered hands settle on my waist rubbing soft encouraging circles as he reciprocates the kiss, our lips moving as one in a dance of primal passion. I take this moment to finally start stripping articles of clothing off my body, ford is visibly shocked and obviously flustered, his ears stained with a reddish hue, his glasses slightly fogged and skewed from the passionate kiss, you reach, softly adjusting them before pecking a kiss to his forehead.
Ford, after some insistent tugging had finally begun stripping his toned body now laying beneath you, with your only notable barrier being his boxers that block you from your final plan. You cup the growing bulge the hot weight needily twitching in your touch as ford groans softly. You relish in the power you have over ford and his commonly shy demeanor.
You can't fault him, mans never really had intimacy since he's also never scored a woman.. but it doesn't matter, in this moment ford is yours and you plan to bring him to relaxation.
So you trail your hands down his chest.. to the happy trail that goes down to the rim of his boxers, hooking your finger over the rim and pulling them down allowing his..cocks.. to spring free.. cocks PLURAL.... you have to admit you hadn't expected that.. you and ford had never been intimate before so you hadn't held any expectations but still.. this is quite the surprise..
Ford had clearly noticed your staring and looked away clearly embarrassed about his exposure "i uh.. understand if you don't want to continu-" "shut up" you said without even thinking, you stared down at the two twitching lengths each one eager and dripping.. you reached your hands out grasping one in each hand fords body twitched and he let out a shuttering breath, his eyes firmly trained on you watching your every movement.
You brought your mouth to one dragged your tongue over the slit, collecting the bead of precum from his hard cock, before sinking my mouth down slowly, pulling up for a breath and slip it further down until i took all of it
"Ah!~ nm~ oh gods..m-my muse~" it's kinda nice to hear him referring to me as his muse instead of his weird demon, you bob your head gripping his second length and stroking it repeatedly in time with your sucking, you could feel fords body trying to stay still, the flexing of his muscles being an obvious indicator.
You pulled back, etching something between a whimper and a moan from ford, placing your hands down on the bed you lift yourself over ford and prepare for the inevitable stretch of two lengths, you line them up, pressing them together before sinking down onto ford, a shot of pain going through my body that made me have to stop and adjust each time before finally getting them in, they're pressing against every spot in my hole, every twitch shooting pleasure straight into my spine.
"P-Please.. move.. fuck.. please move!" Ford practically whimpers, it's clear he's getting quickly overstimulated and won't last long, so i better make this count
You begin moving, riding ford while grinding your hips in steady circles, ford groans beneath you squeezing your hips pulling you down onto him faster, noticing his already quick reaction you allow him to take control, his hands take your waist guiding you down his cocks in deep thrusts each one hitting a special part that makes stars flash behind your eyes.
Fords hand trails down, and that's when you feel it.. a stomach bulge, ford seems mesmerized by it, then he presses it down, "fuck!~" the word escaped your mouth before you could stop it the pleasure had temporarily overloaded your senses ford only seemed amused, his thrusts getting more sloppy and uncoordinated, he was close and you could tell and you relished in it, you personally picked up the pace and he matched it with eager thrusts and long drawn out whimpers of your name
His hair was was in frays and his skin glistening, then he let out a groan, clamping his hands on your waist and pulling you flush against his pelvis, it should've crossed your mind about how much cum two cocks could produce.. the answer was a lot.. your finish came shortly after fords, your body arching in ecstasy as load after load filled you to the point of overflow.
You slouched and layed yourself against fords chest hearing the rapid beating of his heart, his glasses were skewed and his eyes glazed over and hazy...and tired, and you noticed his body was clearly fatigued..
Looks like mission accomplished
