Dipford, choking
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Dipper loves Ford's hands. The palms are broad, the fingers are long; they manhandle Dipper with ease and Dipper couldn't love it more. But there is a place where Dipper likes to feel Ford's hands the most, and that's around his neck.
"Great Uncle Ford," he says, unable to keep a whine away from his voice.
"Patience." Ford's thumbs are rubbing against his collarbones, occasionally dipping into the hollow between them, but not pressing down. It's the worst kind of torment and from Ford's smile he can tell his great uncle knows it. "Tell me what you want, Dipper."
Dipper licks his lips, his chest moving up and down fast as he contemplates the weight of Ford's hand near his throat, so temptingly, teasingly near. He swallows, and starts to talk:
"I want your hands around my neck. I want you to cover it completely, Great Uncle Ford, I know you can." He resists the urge to lift his hands up to Ford's strong wrists, knowing he won't be able to keep himself from pushing Ford's hands upward if he does that. "I would love it so much. Great Uncle Ford, please."
It embarrasses him that he's literally shaking with need, his dick throbbing in his shorts.
Ford chuckles, his voice warm.
"Good, Dipper, that's very good."
His fingers slide up, and before Dipper can break into praises and thanks, they start to squeeze.
Dipper loves Ford's hands. The palms are broad, the fingers are long; they manhandle Dipper with ease and Dipper couldn't love it more. But there is a place where Dipper likes to feel Ford's hands the most, and that's around his neck.
"Great Uncle Ford," he says, unable to keep a whine away from his voice.
"Patience." Ford's thumbs are rubbing against his collarbones, occasionally dipping into the hollow between them, but not pressing down. It's the worst kind of torment and from Ford's smile he can tell his great uncle knows it. "Tell me what you want, Dipper."
Dipper licks his lips, his chest moving up and down fast as he contemplates the weight of Ford's hand near his throat, so temptingly, teasingly near. He swallows, and starts to talk:
"I want your hands around my neck. I want you to cover it completely, Great Uncle Ford, I know you can." He resists the urge to lift his hands up to Ford's strong wrists, knowing he won't be able to keep himself from pushing Ford's hands upward if he does that. "I would love it so much. Great Uncle Ford, please."
It embarrasses him that he's literally shaking with need, his dick throbbing in his shorts.
Ford chuckles, his voice warm.
"Good, Dipper, that's very good."
His fingers slide up, and before Dipper can break into praises and thanks, they start to squeeze.
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Date: 2019-01-05 08:00 am (UTC)