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Giving the Triangussy a Break (still having fun though)
Bill Cipher is a pretty touchy-feely lover. This ranges from slaps, pokes, scratches, bites, prods, to even kinder affection. Ford seems receptive to that more than all else. He finds himself laying in Ford’s lap whenever possible, cuddling beneath his sweater and sticking his feet into his partner’s pant pockets, giving him tongue baths and nuzzles when there are no eyes to pry. He wants to melt into Ford’s body, to nestle beneath his skin, and he’ll gladly state as such with very little provocation (especially if it’ll enable him to watch others’ faces twist up in horror!). But when Bill does stuff like that, it’s because he’s a literal freak of nature on this planet. Nobody would bat an eye if he shuffled through all these modes of affection in public he’s sure. He’s a triangle demon, a chaotic fella, the initiator of Weirdmageddon! A bit of strange behavior would only seem fitting.
When Ford gets all touchy feely like that, it’s more of a subtle thing. Rubs, pets, steadying hands as Bill clings onto his well-sculpted body. However, this occasionally escalates into him outright initiating this more lingering contact. It’s so painfully endearing and generally unexpected by most that Bill has to resist cuteness aggression so as to not claw his stubbly lil’ face to shreds whenever it happens. Sometimes he likes to take Bill’s hands into his own and kiss them until he’s a tittering mess, to the point that Bill kicks his feet into the air like a schoolgirl. Sometimes he likes to worship his feet until he purrs just the same, hands loose but firm against his ankles while he allows himself a now-rare moment of utmost submissiveness. Tonight is one of those nights… that being, one that Ford wants to slob on his nonexistent toes.
His pussy’s too sore to do anything with today… at least when it comes to outright penetration. Ford fucked him way too good a few days prior so that’s to be expected. Bill’s a horny fella though, and so is Ford, and where there’s a will there’s always a fucking way.
It’s with gentle but calloused hands that he’s held, carried over a few stacked pillows, a paltry throne upon the altar of their bed. It will do for the sake of their play, though.
Ford is feeling awfully sweet right now, Bill can tell, but it’s not quite in a puppy way. More in a ‘as a human I can clearly see the merit in you treating me like a silly little thing in comparison to your innate and biological superiority’ kind of way. It’s rare for him to acknowledge that, but it’s nice to see him righteously humble every once in a while!
“Go on, pet.” Bill hums out as he raises a leg up, stretching his foot out to the other.
Ford swallows down saliva, all cute and laid upon his belly before him, and slowly pulls his hold away from Bill’s ankle.The Euclidean laughs lightly as Ford slips his left foot out of his weird bootie, each movement slow and careful. He thinks it might be a dog shoe, actually? Or one made for small humans. Alterations have been made for it to better fit his unique shape regardless. Either way, it’s marginally better than barefoot so he really doesn't care about the specifics.
“And the other.” Bill demands as he lifts his other foot up, nice and pretty. The human’s eyes droop a bit behind his glasses, and he’s quick to comply.
“Now my socks, pet.” The entity then demands as he flexes his feet inside of the thin fabric. It’s that simple stretch of black fabric that Ford salivates over, that each twelve of his fingers jerk and shiver around as he carefully peels each one off. Inch after inch of scarred yellow faux-scales are exposed, only for each sock to cling resolutely to the rotund end of each leg. His ‘foot’, so to speak. Bill is patient, silent and observant as Ford carefully tug each sock off of that most difficult part. Then, Bill is effectively naked in all of his sharp-angled glory.
“Now, how does a good pet show his owner some appreciation?” Bill ponders aloud as he starts to idly sway his legs about, pretending not to notice how Stanford already needs to take a moment to defog his glasses before he speaks. Bill’s mostly just hoping for that sweet, sweet obedience, the kind that Ford always manages to have an inclination to whenever he’s even slightly pressed into that fluffy animal-brain mindset.
Ford clears his throat, face pink, then replies with a painstaking, “That would be affection, my muse.”
“Good boy! Now how do silly little humans show their affection?” Bill coaches, eye squinting slyly as he gazes down upon the human. The smaller male is watchful as Ford takes a moment, fingers twitching, subconsciously edging together before he speaks once more.
“... that would be through physical contact, including but not limited to various means of fluid transfer.”
“Correct!” Bill crows out, lowering a hand to ruffle at the other’s graying hair as he speaks, “And you’ve got a perfect target right he-ere! My legs are sore from all this pedestrian fare, aka walking, after all.” The Euclidean states before kicking a single foot up and brushing against the side of the other’s jaw.
Ford kind of stills, eyes going a bit wide behind his rapidly re-fogging glasses. It’s cute, seeing him act like this is some sort of rarity, practically trembling with restrained need. Bill giggles, pressing on, getting real tactile with his flexible legs. This results in the human blinking up at the other, ‘face’ burning as those stubby feet are teasingly poked and prodded against him, face rapidly burning scarlet.
“Hm…? Is my lack of toes appealing to you, pet?” Bill croons, raising his left leg to stroke his ankle against the other’s cheek. Then he curls his nubby foot against the other’s skin, just barely, and yet Ford shivers as if he’d just dumped a bucket of cold water down his back. The Euclidean’s tone is light and teasing as he follows this up with, “Do ya like it when I stick my nubs to your precious lil’ face? Hm…?”
When Bill presses the entire sole of his foot against his skin he fucking moans, face so hot beneath his sticky soles as he shapes the malleable appendage against the side of his jaw. Bill snickers, eye drooping suggestively as he gently massages the nubby appendage against his skin, subtle sounds of suction filling the air as he works his grip against the other until he’s a proper tomato red. Then, he pulls away with a much more notable sound of suction popping free.
Bill politely laces his hands together as he waits for his pet to gather his bearings a bit, eye sparkling with adoration, charmed by the other’s cuteness as well as expectation. Ford knows what to do, of course, for he is well and long trained. Once he’s all caught up he gently grabs one of Bill’s ankles, pressing a lingering kiss on the significantly less sticky top of his foot, tenderly, his hand trembling as it cradles him. As if he’s worshipful once more.
It’s enough to make his pussy wet. Too bad they aren’t gonna stick anything up there right now. Bill giggles, though not unkindly, then gently excavates his foot with a simple demand of, “Get the lube, pet.”
“Yes, my muse.” Ford eagerly says as he shuffles away, opening and digging through their bedside table with utmost swiftness. Bill is muffling giggles into his palm by the time Ford makes his way back to him, eyes wide, still so submissively scrunched down, such a good boy!
The entity purrs mildly before demanding, “Coat me with it. You know how by now.”
Ford nods, breathing out a choked-up, “Yes, my muse.” As he roughly thumbs the container of lube open. His hands are shaking a bit as he holds it in one hand, cupping his other and situates it so he can squeeze a large quantity in the receptacle made.
“Remember: don’t be shy about it! Unless you want me to stick to your cute lil’ cock, anyways.” Bill says with a playful eye roll, deciding to be nice enough to offer his left leg up first for his smearing convenience. And his words? Well, they’re half-true. That dick sure is cute, but it’s far from little. Especially in comparison to Bill’s current form it’s actually rather large. But calling it small always gets it twitching with interest, and in this case even leaking a bit against Ford’s thigh despite them having barely even started, so he’s more than fine with some… embellishment.
Stanford, perhaps not so much. He makes a soft, near-choked sound, accidentally breathing in saliva with a breath hitch, hand squeezing around the lube bottle just a tad too harshly. This sends some frigid lubricant spraying over Bill’s underbelly, dotting his thigh a bit, dripping a paltry amount between his legs.
“Sorry!” Ford gasps out, damn near dropping the bottle entirely as he fucking cowers, pressing his face against his lap with wide eyes holy shit. His facial hair tickles at Bill’s legs, sending delicious tinglies straight to his cunt, the ghosting of the other’s breath even more so. He must need this bad.
“Ah, such a silly, silly human.” Bill purrs out as he lowers his hands, tugging and patting at his strands with affection. Bill knows to reward this pathetic behavior if he ever wants to see it again. And oh boy, does he.
“So sorry…” the human gasps out, so damn earnest too.
“You’re already forgiven, cutie! Can’t expect such a sweet little creature like you to be anything but a mess, right?” Bill consoles, patronizing, cooing as he caresses his poor, spooked pet. The darling doesn’t even have the brain capacity right now to know that he didn’t mess up all that bad!
“N-no, my muse, you can not,” Ford confirms, concurs, shame thick in each word.
“I know that’s right!” Bill laughs in response, pulling his hands away from the other’s hair and gently pushing the other away from his lap, “Come on, pet. I wanna be covered in it… then– then you can make me clean again!”
“As you wish, my muse.” Ford says as he squirts some lube into his left hand, heats it up through some quick rubbing, then carefully coats Bill’s lower half in a nice sheen of it. He’s quick and efficient, starting at the top, gathering up what was sprayed over his underbelly and using it, fingers careful as they brush over his pussy, massaging his sore muscles down before finishing off with a liberal coating upon his tender feet.
“Good boy!” Bill hums out, swaying a finger in a beckoning motion before stating a chirping, “C’mon now, I’m sure you’re ready for playtime!”
Ford moans deeply at such patronizing words, shuffling up swiftly, adjusting his hips so Bill can comfortably press his legs against that dick. Caging it in with his lubes up legs. Soon Ford is humping into the space between his calves as if it’s the most pleasurable place to rut, feverish, almost unsteady in his own eagerness. And Bill? Oh, Bill is eating this shit up.
“Oh, look at you! So needy,” he giggles out, leaning back a bit, eagerly watching and feeling as he grows harder between his legs, “so needy, and pathetic. All you humans are, really! I bet you could come just like this!”
Of course he could, but he won’t. Not yet. Bill listens to the wet sounds of friction, to the other’s breathing, to the sound of lewdity itself, before commanding an almost bored sounding, “Harder.”
Ford complies. He ruts between his calves like he’s fucking Bill properly, moaning softly, body tense. Bill lets this continue until he can feel his own pussy throb with need. Then, in a sweet tone, he all but sings, “You may move up!”
Then, like a good boy, Ford complies here as well. They shuffle a bit, and soon he’s thrusting between the plumper flesh of Bill’s thighs (which he is generous enough to press together and raise, of course). Now the wet accumulation of his natural lubricant, dripping down and mingling with the lube, makes the glide sweeter. Now Ford is panting like the animal they both know he is, barely able ti shudder out a weak appraising ‘thank you’ as he loses himself, dick so hot and leaking as he moves.
“You love this, huh?” Bill says, doing his best to sound unaffected, sounding breathless despite his efforts.
Ford whispers out a desire-fueled, “Yes, my muse,” between silky thrusts, his hands shaking against the bedsheets where he keeps himself positioned. Like a dog, really.
“Love rutting against me like the silly pet you are? Like the mindless little toy you were always meant to be?” Bill inquiries, tightening his thighs a bit just to feel the place speed up, just to hear the other groan. Something inside him spikes at the experience of it all, something not unlike indigestion, or the closest thing to love he’s capable of. Probably a bit of both, honestly.
“Yes, my muse.” Ford says, each word emphasized by harder thrusts between Bill’s thighs, hard enough to make his nonexistent toes curl and all.
“Think you can even make it inside me, this time?” The answer is no, that’s not even the goal, “Or will you come all over me like the pathetic little sapien you are?”
Ford’s mouth falls open and stays there, and he gasps a pathetic little, “I-...”
“Or better yet, the bedsheets? You know I’ll make you lick it up regardless, right?” Bill croons out, blinking with faux innocence, as if he’s genuinely just trying to remind Ford of something important.
Ford moans, pace faltering, teeth gritting, glasses practically dripping with condensation.
“Hm?” Bill hums, urging, gaze not once averting from Ford’s entirety.
He offers no promise past, “I will do my best to please you, my muse.”
“Guess I better not get my hopes up, then.” Bill snickers out, rolling his eye with a put upon sigh before shrugging. What can ya do? He may as well get some fun before the old man blows, though, because he’s clearly getting there, “You mayyyy…. Oo-hhh!”
Ford slides high up enough to tease but not high up enough to touch. His poor pussy, sore as it is, is desperate for that contact. For that sweet glide that only greets his sensitive inner thighs, sending anticipation through him before he snaps, “Higher. Higher, now.”
Ford complies, and very visibly has to keep himself from busting the moment he slides himself up against him properly. The head of the human’s dick leaks heavily upon his underbelly, and his entire cock seems to be all but convulsing, the shaft flush against his pussy in a brief moment of stillness.
Bill is patient. Or, patient enough to ensure his own pleasure. Once Ford calms himself enough not to come too quickly, Bill is quick to demand, “Come on, pet, move.”
Yet another compliance greets him. Soon, the sound of sopping wet thrusting and fucking whimpers fill the air. Fuck yeah!
“Yesss!” Bill moans this out, thighs tightening as much as he reasonably can go. Ford is a damn mess, basically paceless as he chases pleasure, as he seeks that delicious friction of their sexes. It’s exquisite.
Bill asks a sharp, “You like it?”
“Yes, my muse…” Ford responds readily, sounding damn near inebriated as he works himself against the smaller male’s body.
“Love it?” Bill follows up with, his eye all but boring into the sight Ford makes, all sweaty, a mess.
“I love it.” Ford confirms weakly as he thrust-thrust-thrusts away, hips shuddery, drooling down his chin.
“You better not come before you fuck me, though,” Bill states, voice icy, glare harsh as he says, “I might have to punish you if you do.”
Ford moans outright at the threat, softly collapsing on top of him, leaning onto his elbows as he does his damnedest to keep the hips moving and grooving.
“And you wanna be a good boy, right?”
His mouth falls open once more, hips working harder. It’s almost a brutal pace he sets, and if Bill weren’t laying down he knows he’d be fucking weak for it. This is the type of shit that destroys him with penetration, but it’s funny to just work him through it properly every once in a while.
“Or is that too much for your pathetic human wiring to handle?” Bill says, moaning, muffled, his ‘face’ red despite his own demeanor.
Ultimately, it’s this that makes that tension finally snap for the human. Bill hums as those hips roughly snap against him only twice more before stilling, watches as that candy-red dick oozes come over his front.
Bill reaches up, twitches his fingers a bit, and can feel his glare soften as Ford sways into his palm, pressing his face against Bill, a silent plea for affection. The Euclidean hums and complies just briefly, stroking over his well-shaven cheek, his dull claws itching to sink into his gasping mouth. He only allows himself to gently pull the edge of Ford’s mouth back, and gazes at those teeth with vague interest before pulling him close, stating a simple, “C’mon, pet. You may as well clean me up.”
Ford moans softly, his spent dick twitching once more, and lowers his head dutifully to address his underbelly. Bill sighs contently as that warm tongue slides over the lube and lewd fluid mingling upon his bodice. Then, in a light, casual manner, he states a simple, “Y’know, if you’re thorough I’ll even make it nice and slow for you.”
With that, Ford’s licking immediately trickles down from a careful pace to a snail’s one. He makes a point to swirl his tongue over each centimeter of Bill’s soiled body, dragging over each spot thrice before moving down in small increments. It’s enough to make Bill’s legs twitch, legs flexing as pleasure starts stirring from it. The sensation of that tongue moving over him is way too good.
By the time Ford even makes his way between his legs he finds himself halfway close to coming, himself.