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Ford was perfectly comfortable with the way thing were between him and fiddleford, they were official, well, as official as two gay men could be in the 70s, so basically only him and his boyfriend were aware of their relationship.
A couple of months ago, Ford would have never imagined being in this situation, he expected his university experience to be lonely and filled with all nighters, which it was but he also didn't know how he got so lucky as to find a best friend and a lover all in one person; having never experienced any sort of attraction to anyone up until now, needless to say he was completely smitten by Fiddleford.
Thats why moments like this, while Ford was alone in their shared bedroom, he felt desperate for his presence. Where was his smart and amazing boyfriend at? To Ford's dismay, Fiddleford was well liked among his peers, helpful, bright and most importantly, sociable; Ofcourse he had more friends, unlike Ford, who would spend all his time doing homework or studying.
it was unreasonable, Ford admitted bitterly to himself that perhaps this was one of the reasons he feared intimacy—because a more primitive part of his mind would take over, rendering him needy and possessive. He didn't want to spend time with these people or share his boyfriend. ("my friends?" Fiddleford had teased him earlier before heading out)
Hes always been a duo kind of guy and since Stanley was no longer in the picture, he felt incomplete, as much as he hated to admit it, a part of himself was missing and Fiddleford would never be able to fill that gap in his heart, but his presence made space for a new type of love Ford didn't knew was capable of.
So all that was to say he was perfectly comfortable with the way his relationship was going, really, Fiddleford was patiente and took thing slow with Ford, he needed that, to be able to carefully explore a side of himself he thought didn't existed, its been 4 months in and he could proudly say he loved Fiddleford.
And 4 months ago Ford was as virginal as one could possibly be, no hand holding, no kissing, no touching, he was a blank slate and he was very lucky Fiddleford had some experience in him, he is nerdy but his southern charm does shine through, Ford had said to him.
That's why it surprised him just how hot and horny he got with his boyfriend, admittedly his libido was pretty low while being a teenager, masturbating was something that felt good but also, took up his time, he would rather be doing anything else rather than pleasuring himself for a quick relief, but he did and it was fine, nothing amazing, just something that he needed to take care a couple times a week.
But with Fiddleford it WAS amazing, he directed Ford in the right direction, helping him come to terms with his own feelings and needs, what he enjoyed and what he didn't, Fiddleford knew what he liked, He liked to kiss Ford and run his fingers through his curls until he was moaning into the kiss, he liked to straddle Ford and stick his tongue in like it naturally belong there, behind Ford's molars, yes, Fiddleford like heavy kissing and leaving Ford breathless and hard.
Another thing they both found out they liked was grinding like animals against eachother until both of them came, the first time they did it Ford was almost scandalized by how good it felt and how much he liked it, with Fiddleford on top of him and his arms wrapped around his neck, impossible tight around eachother.
Ford assumed fiddleford was comfortable with this arrangment aswell, they did it each chance they got enough free time in their hands for a quickie, but 4 months in and he was starting to get a new kind of itch dry humping your boyfriend silly wasnt cutting anymore, sure, some months ago he didn't knew what made him tick but now he knew, it was his brilliant and beautiful best friend.
Stanford knew what he wanted, so far they been doing everything Fiddleford had wanted to do, having not reference level it suited Ford perfectly, letting the more experienced one take the lead, it soothed his performance anxiety, no matter how much his boyfriend told him he was doing a great job, his insecure self could not be shut down.
But now it was different, Ford knew what HE wanted, now he just had to find the courage to speak up, no matter how much the words made him cringe.
He wanted to lick his boyfriend's cunt until he came against his tongue, just thinking about it overwhelmed him, saying it outloud to Fiddleford MIGHT sent him into a panic attack.
Obviously Fiddleford had more experience than him, but how much more he wasn't sure, he knew he was his first relationship and first boyfriend, having only fooled around with girls before and that was also before he transitioned. He knew the blonde was comfortable enough in his body, despised his assigned sex at birth and all the difficulties that being transsexual entailed.
He's seen seen him without a shirt, his chest naturaly very very small, much to fiddleford's delight, he didnt had to worry specifically about hidding his breasts, but he hasn't seen him below the belt, all their sexual activities have been clothed and maybe that's where his sexual frustration stemmed from.
HE wanted to feel his skin against Fiddleford's skin. He wanted to taste him and to smell him.
While Fiddleford was eager and touchy with him, Ford could almost sense his subconscious resistance to being naked in front of him. It was something Ford could understand, but not fully—his insecurities stemmed from how he saw himself, which was worlds apart from Fiddleford's.
He just feared saying the wrong thing to his boyfriend, to offend or come off as insensitive to his "condition", Fiddleford was gentleman when it came to Ford's own shortcomings, namely his two extra fingers, he always made him feel loved and most importantly, normal despite being born with a deformity and he just wanted to extend the same kindness to his boyfriend, that no matter how he saw himself, Ford saw him as a man and as his partner.
So Ford lay in his bed, tossing and turning, missing his boyfriend, EVEN ignoring the homework he could be doing, just because he was feeling lonely and horny. So unlike him! but love made you kinda crazy and even if he felt down right now, the moment Fiddleford walked through that door all of his woes would go away.
And almost as if by divine timing, his boyfriend did walked through the door of their shared bedroom, clearly tipsy, and with a big smile on his face; he said his goodbyes to his friends, and thankfully did not invite them in, he respected Ford's boundaries and the fact that this was also his room.
Stanford almost immediately turned to look at his boyfriend with a smile, it was finally his time to be alone with the most important person in his life right now, he was flushed and a little bit disheveled which he found kind of cute.
"Heyyyyy Stanford" Fiddleford almost sung his name and took clumsy steps towards Ford's bed, almost tripping on the edge of the bed but still managed to crawl between Ford's leg and lay his head on his chest, he was being adorable but Ford was also semi-hard, he really hoped Fiddleford wasn't too tired or out of it for a quicky.
"Did you have fun?" Stanford petted his boyfriend's blonde hair, it was messy but still soft to the touch and he was melting in his hands, as if he was petting a cat. He was almost embarrasingly glad he had his boyfriend back on his arms, Fiddleford always managed to make Ford feel all gooey inside, being in love was... something else.
"mmmhhhhmmmmm" Fiddleford purred against his chest, clearly enjoying the attention "I missed you" he responded in a sleepy voice, hugging him tighter, god he wanted to cuddle his boyfriend but he was putting pressure on his crotch, his semi threatening to become full.
"You missed me too?" Fiddleford was giddy and rubbed himself between Ford's legs, he definetly noticed; Ford smiled and nodded, even if he felt a little embarrased, he moved his hands to the small of Fiddleford back, adding more pressure, the mood was right and it seemed they were both a little horny.
It still made Ford nervous eachtime they got intimate, excitment and anxiety mixing together, his hands roamed Fiddleford's back and dipped beneath his sweater, his fingers hot against his boyfriend's cooler skin, he knew Fiddleford enjoyed when Ford ran his nails down his back with little pressure, he could already feel the goosebumps forming.
"I missed you" Ford mirrored Fiddleford's word, pressing him flush against his body and kissing him, hes got quite good at it if he has to say so himself, his teacher was great after all so it was only natural, and they often got lost in eachother's mouths, how exchanging saliva and wrestling tongues could feel this good was beyond Ford, a couple of months ago he would have found it a little gross.
Fiddleford sigh into the kiss as they both melt into eachother, Ford gently used his hand to switch their position, to lay on top of his boyfriend and sneak his other hand under fiddleford's sweater and groped his chest, taking the lead with one special goal in his mind, Ford was gonna make him cum with his mouth tonight.
He squeezed a nipple which earned him a little yelp and a jump, making Fiddleford press harder against Ford, seeking more contact, his legs spreading to accomodate Ford- and he just couldnt help himself when he grounded against fiddleford's core, he was already fully hard against his pants and the friction was familiar and intoxicating.
Just a little grinding before he got to the main dish (hah) he could control himself, not cum in his pants before having a taste of his boyfriend, for sure; the position was new too, Fiddleford liked being on top, he was light and Ford could help him by cupping his ass and giving him more support, mouthing at his neck while Fiddleford tangled his hands on Ford's curls and did most of the grinding.
Like this, they were on missionary, Fiddleford hooking his legs behind Ford's, it thrilled Ford senses and he could feel the itch disipating, the pose was suggestive and felt more intimate than all the other times they've done this, he desperately wanted Fiddleford in this way.
"Fidds..." Ford said a little out of breath while leaning down to kiss his boyfriend, his clothed erection rubbing between fiddleford's legs, hot and insistent, his six fingers traveled to his hips and held him in place while he shallowly trusted into the heat between Fiddleford's leg, they were both impossibly hot and wet between eachother.
They were moaning and panting in eachother's mouth, Ford could already feel himself getting closer, twitching against Fiddleford; and it would be so easy to give in and finish like this, like they had many times before, it was familiar and safe and he was so so hard, but Stanford Pines was resilient and stubborn, he will get off on his own terms.
With shaky hips he detatched himself from his boyfriend and started kissing his neck and chest, planning to go lower.
"why did you stop?" asked Fiddleford in a breathy voice, hair sticking to his forehead a little, his flush traveled all the way down to his chest and Ford felt the need to grab both his pecs once again, small as they were he cherish them, giving them both little kisses and squeezes.
Fiddleford seem to appreciate it, his hands were still playing with Fords hair and he was letting small moaning sounds eachtime Ford squeeze harder or licked a nipple; he still had places to go, but he wanted to leave some marks on his lover, hopefully they'll last a couple of days.
"Foooooord..." Fiddleford was being a little whiney and dramatic, insisting by pulling his hair harder and trying to grind up; it was endearing really and it only meant that Ford was doing a good job so far, he was panting heavily and his eyes where almost closed, he looked really beautiful like this.
"hhhmmmmm?" For his part, Ford occupied himself by kissing his boyfriend's body, his ribs, he was ticklish there, his belly and the soft blonde hairs that lead to his goal, Ford's hands found Fiddleford's hip again and held him in place once more, his boyfriend was still trying to rut his hips up, desperate for more friction.
Fiddleford was getting more vocal by the minute, even though he was more on the quieter side, his arousal was getting the best of him, Ford didnt mind the needy and whiney sounds that were coming out of his mouth, they proved to be quite arounsing to him under the right circumstances.
His hand shook a little bit and he gulped audibly, but he still tried to pull fiddleford's sweatpants.
Tried to, because as soon as Ford saw a peek of pubic hair Fiddleford almost jumped out of the bed and held onto his pants for dear life.
"what are you doing???" Fiddleford looked panicked, his body was still red and he was still panting, Thankfully he hand't throw Ford off of him but his legs did try to close around Ford, squishing him a little.
"I - I just..." So this wasn't the reaction he was looking for but he should've expected it, he should've told his boyfriend what he was trying to do since he walked through that door but the words just made him cringe too much and they were stuck on his throat.
"I want to...." god he must look pathetic, looking up to Fiddleford with pleading eyes and a lump on his throat. God please dont make me say it.
"you want to..." thank godness Fiddleford picked up on his hesitation, he was still red faced but more calm, his initial harsh reaction to Ford pulling his pants down also subsided, he looked more...curious.
"t-to..." He was staling, he did that when nervous, the sweat on his forehead now wasn't from kissing or grinding but from dread and the idea of looking stupid infront of his boyfriend, Ford once again, was overthinking it "to lick you." he got it out, it could have been a whisper but he got it out.
"you want to go down on me?" Fiddleford was still looking at him with curious eyes but more amused; well that didn't sound so bad, not when it came out of Fiddleford's mouth.
"is that the term?" like a true virgin, ofcourse he didn't know a less embarrasing way of saying it. He must looked a little clueless.
"Yeah." Fiddleford was definetly more amused now, but he hasn't said yes still, so the only thing Ford could do was look at him with those same pleading eyes, asking for permission; Fiddleford cupped Ford's face and he leaned into it, he would take any comfort his boyfriend could give.
"You're adorable" that made Ford blush yet he still smiled, feeling oddly validated.
"I've never done that before." It was Fiddleford's turn to be shy, his eyes not meeting Ford's, meanwhile he kissed his hand and placed his six fingers on top of his; "me neither." He answered honestly.
"yeah no shit." Fiddleford teased with a smile, no need to rub it in but Ford could take it, after all it was going to be a new experience for both, he didn't need to feel out of his depth because they both were in the same boat; they share another kiss, a quick one and it was all the confirmation Ford needed.
"may I?" He still asked before trying to pull Fiddleford's pants down once more, a shiver going down his spine in excitment.
All he got was a nod from his boyfriend, he was panting softly as he leaned back into the pillow, getting as comfortable as possible. Ford resumed his actions and kissed his belly, slowly pulling his pants and boxers down.
Ford could feel all of his blood going straight to his crotch even if hes been painfully hard for a while now, his hands tremble slightly as he squeezed his boyfriends thighs and spread his legs further, before him his boyfriend was wet and flushed, his bush was short and tidy with a thin happy trail that connected to his belly button.
He was unbelievably aroused at his boyfriend nakedness, a contrast to Ford being completely clothed, albeith very noticiably hard on his shorts; He was finally face to face with his cunt and it was his turn to start panting, mouth watering unconsciously.
He was pushed out of cloud 9 by Fiddleford thighs closing suddendly around his head "Stop staring." was his boyfriend annoyed response, arm covering his eyes in embarrasement; He was staring, maybe that was a bit rude, he kissed his inner thighs and chuckled a bit, he didn't mean to tease the blonde, he was just starstrucked.
"sorry, sorry" he kept peppering kisses around his legs as an apology. He kissed his way up to were he originally started, right infront on Fiddeford's wet core, he spread his legs again and placed a kiss on his lips, their first contact, earning him a jolt and a moan. The heat coming out of him suffocated him and pulled him closer.
Ford got comfortable, if he was to "go down" on his boyfriend he was gonna be in a position that allowed both access to Fiddleford and viewing pleasure, so he was off the bed and onto the floor, with the blonde's leg on each shoulder, he could look up at his boyfriend while he kept busy licking him.
He looked up at his lover who was still covering his face with his forearm, clearly feeling vulnerabe and on display, Ford won't make him wait any longer, couldn't wait any longer himself.
He licked a fat strip from hole to clit, gathering Fiddleford sticky arousal on the tip of his tongue so he could taste it, slightly salty with a slimey consistency, he repeated the motion, trying to gather more into his mouth, the taste was pleasant and Fiddleford reaction was possitive, he was sensitive and vocal, spreading his legs further so Ford could have more space to touch him.
He did it a couple more times, the blonde got louder with each lick and more insistently shoved himself against Ford's face; He was getting his chin wet, he was surrounded by Fiddleford's scent and it made his head light, hyperfocuzed on his lover's pleasure he use his fingers to spread his folds and close his lips around the blonde's stiff clit, sucking on it.
The response was almost immediate, Fiddleford moaned loudly and raised his hips from the bed, all but shoving his crotch onto Ford's welcoming face; his free hand held onto his boyfriend's leg and sucked harder, using his tongue to add extra pressure on his clit.
He looked up and searched for Fiddleford's face, he needed to see his boyfriend writhing in pleasure, needed to know he was doing a good job, even if he was making it up as he went down.
His eyes were still close but his hands were tearing at the bed covers, he'll take that as a good sign, the choked out sounds of pleasure that kept pouring out of his open mouth were music to his ears.
He let go of his clit for a second to adjust himself, the pressure on his shorts almost unbearable but he was determined to make Fiddleford cum first. Ford really spread him out this time, obscenely so, it was self indulgent but judging by his boyfriend's soft gasps and "mmmhhs" it was doing it for both of them. His hands pressed down on the soft of Fiddleford's thighs, he could see everything like this.
Ford wasted no time once again diving into his boyfriend's cunt, hot and wet each time he came in contact with it; his mouth covered almost all of it, his lips and clit, and he pressed his tongue flat against his clit, circling it with purpose, he wanted to feel it pulse when Fiddleford couldn't take any more pleasure and came on his mouth.
"f-fucking hell.." was the only response he's been given so far, Ford once again looked up from his place between Fiddleford's leg to see his expression. He had a beautiful blush all over his body, he was panting heavily and could barely keep his eyes open. Ford felt immediate pride in reducing his usually cooler boyfriend to putty with his tongue, he was dizzy from lack of oxygen, his sole purpose was giving pleasure to the blonde and in return, it brought inmense pleasure to himself.
They made eye contact and Ford took the oportunity to once again suck on his clit with more vigor; And that did it, Fiddleford back arched all the way off the bed and his legs clamped against Ford's. He held onto his thighs as his lover rode his orgasm against his face, full body tremors and being as loud as he wanted. He almost lost his grasp with how much the blonde was shaking against him, but he didn't relent and kept pleasuring him through it.
Once the tremors subsided Ford helped Fiddleford's hips down onto the bed, his mouth not leaving his cunt and licking at his entrance, lapping at the new wetness that came of out of him, still slightly salty, but just as divine.
"uuuhhnnn.." Fiddleford's hand found it's way to Ford's hair, using minimum strength to try and shove him away from him, probably overstimulated by his orgasm, but Ford didn't want to let go just yet. He wanted to lick him clean first however, the way Fiddleford was reacting...maybe he could get another one out of his boyfriend?
Once again his tongue started circling his abused clit, giving it attention way too soon, the pleasure thittering on uncomfortable, yet Fiddleford didn't push him away, his hips were trembling and he was tense, Ford wanted to make him come again. He was going to make him come with his mouth again.
Persistent as ever, his mouth covered his boyfriend's cunt once more, tongue licking just about every crevice and nook he could get into; Fiddleford planted his feet on Ford's shoulder blades, his hands fisting on his hair, trying to both pull him off and shove him into his sex. It was a little painful but Ford found out he didn't mind his hair being pulled.
"Fooooord" his boyfriend was tembling all over, curling in and out of himself, like he didn't know what to do with his body, he must be getting close, Ford's jaw was in pain but it was dull, far away, the only thing filling all of his senses was Fiddleford, his heat, his smell, his voice, his taste, all overwhelming his mind, even if his jaw dislocates he was going to get his boyfriend a second orgasm.
"im gonna come im gonna-" Fiddleford almost shouted it, his hand going to cover his mouth to try and muffle the sounds, but to no vail, he could hear him loud and clear, he was watching him directly and if Fiddleford had half a mind to look back at him Ford would come all over himself without even palming his erection.
The blonde's body went rigid and he pressed Ford's face against his cunt more insistently, his hips shaking. And as if reading Ford's mind, he opened one eye to look at him, right as he was peaking for a second time.
Ford didn't know he could come like this, not even touching himself, but his own orgasm tore through him at the same time as Fiddleford's, Ford's moans getting muffled by his boyfriend's cunt, his hips rutting against nothing as he felt his shorts becoming wet with his own orgasm. His mind short circuiting for a moment and he ceased his movements, his own pleasure making his vision go pitch black for a second.
The only sounds comming out of both of them were soft pants, Fiddleford lay boneless on the bed, his leg dangling from Ford's shoulders, twitching weakly here and there. Ford rest his head on his boyfriend's hip and his hands holding onto his hips aswell, trying to regain his breath.
A devilishly thought suddendly came to him, what if, he gives him one more lick before letting him rest, if only to see his reaction, Fiddleford looked so peaceful and fucked out with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling, threatening to fall asleep right there.
So he did just that, he teased his tongue against his boyfriend's wet lips, only externally but Fiddleford reaction still made him smile. His peaceful form was abruptly brought back to reality and he yelped, trying to close his legs and get away from Ford's tongue.
"I can't, I can't." he pulled on Ford's hair again, but this time it was to pull him off of him, the little touch made him shiver all over, overstimulation too strong this time.
"I know, I know." Ford chuckled and kissed his lips one last time, making his boyfriend jump once more, but he did let go of Ford's hair, urging him to climb up and join him.
They shared a lazy kiss, Ford's dick twitch when he dipped his tongue inside his boyfriend's mouth, giving him a taste of himself. The idea aroused him and Fiddleford welcomed it, clearly enjoying it.
"You sure you never done this before?" Fiddleford asked while kissing Ford all over his face and caressing his shoulders, pampering him after a job well done.
Ford blushed and laughed softly, feeling mellow and enjoying every compliment.
"Obviously not" he let his head rest on Fiddleford's chest, his boyfriend was petting his head and kissing him lovingly, if only time could stop at this moment, his heart felt full and his whole body radiated a warm cozy feeling, he drew doodles on his boyfriend's chest affectionately.
"coul'da fool me" Fiddleford kissed the top of his head and Ford beamed with every praise, impossibly happy and having to hide his face on his boyfriend's chest, his smile too wide and silly.
The atmosphere was quiet and serene, both men spent and simply enjoying eachothers company.
Ford was jolted out of his daze when Fiddleford suddendly exclaimed "oh shit!" breaking the silence awkwardly.
"what about you?" was his question, but he wasnt sure what he meant.
"what about me?" Ford looked up to Fiddleford who motioned like he was about to get up, absolutely not, He needed to melt in his arms and sleep for 12 hours straight. He held him closer by the ribs, trying to let his boyfriend know he didn't want to move from their spot.
"You don't want me to blow you or somethin' ?" Oh, guess he didn't noticed when Ford finished too, he was probably too out of his mind at that moment, he couldn't blame him. But that was a request too good to turn down, two birds one stone Ford thought.
" Yes, but, not right now." unlike his boyfriend, he could not get hard at the moment and being overstimulated didn't sound too appealing to him.
"I kinda...took care of it already." he chuckled sheepishly.
"Really?" Fiddleford was settling back on his pillow, his hands never leaving Ford's curl.
"Really." He rested his head on his boyfriend's chest once more, distantly thinking that eventually he would have to get up and clean himself, he made a mess in his shorts and it would get too gross for him to ignore it. But he could ignore it for now, the only thing he wanted was to be coddled by Fiddleford. The beat of his heart a lullaby threatening to make him fall asleep right there.
"You're something else love." His eyes were closed and it was barely a whisper; the blonde was something else himself, but Ford didn't have the energy to even reply, already doozing off feeling the most self confident hes ever felt in years. He could definetly take a nap and then take a shower, surely.