I Won't Be Denied, Ch. 4
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anysinFinal chapter of I Won't Be Denied! Warnings for non-con, underage and dark!Dipper.
Chapter 4: Completion
The morning Stan and Mabel are set to leave, Dipper makes big enough smoothie mix for two. Today, he needs to drug himself as well, so he will last long with Ford; he's planning to make this an unforgettable day for both of them. He takes Ford's smoothie down to the basement to him but doesn't touch his own yet, going outside instead to say his goodbyes to Stan and Mabel.
"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Mabel asks him for one more time. "We could ask Ford to come too."
Dipper raises his brow. "Come on, Mabel. You know he and Stan would never agree to it."
"It's true," Stan agrees from the driver's seat.
"We'll be fine here," Dipper says, smiling to Mabel. "You have fun, Mabel. You too, Grunkle Stan!"
Mabel still looks like she wants to argue, so Dipper pulls his hand gently from her grasp and steps away from the car. He has to wait for a long, painful moment before Stan finally starts to drive, with Mabel still staring at him from the car window as the car pulls away, her mouth pinched into a tight line.
He'll make it up to her, Dipper promises himself; Grunkle Stan too, even though he seemed to be taking this better. But for now, he has more important things to do: he manages to will himself to wave at the car until it's out of sight before finally turning towards the Shack, ready to down his own portion of the smoothie.
Soon, he will have everything he wants.
*
The smoothie kicks in fast, leaving Dipper feeling hot and bothered as he heads for his and Mabel's bedroom. He quickly sheds his clothing, watching as his cock begins to rise between his thighs; he wants to touch it so bad, but he resists the urge, sitting down on the bed. Ford is larger than him, so it will take a little longer for the smoothie to start affecting him, but it shouldn't take him that long. It's only a matter of time until Ford feels the need to come upstairs, to seek him out.
This smoothie has been spiked with a special pollen; one that inspires a person to mate. Dipper is the only one in the house, the only one Ford is attracted to. He will come to Dipper.
So Dipper waits on the edge of the bed, biting his lip as his cock stiffens between his thighs, already dribbling pre-come. He has started to run his hands along his thighs by the time Ford finally does arrive, pushing the bedroom door open.
"Dipper," he says, stepping in. He freezes at the sight of Dipper, going pale. "Dipper, what-?"
"Great Uncle Ford, it's okay." Dipper stands up, trying to move slowly even though he wants to rush. He has to take this slowly; he needs to guide Ford past his final bits of resistance, make him realize this is okay. That this needs to happen.
Ford stays put, but he's tense all over. Dipper can see his throat moving beneath the collar of his sweater, bopping up and down as he swallows time after time. "Dipper," he says.
"It's all right." Dipper steps closer to Ford, almost wanting to cry out when his thigh brushes against his aching cock as he moves. He forces himself to ignore it, taking another step towards Ford who still isn't moving, whose eyes have gone impossibly wide as he stares at Dipper. "I need you, Great Uncle Ford. I need you to look after me."
"This is-" Ford halts mid-sentence, panting a bit; Dipper glances down at his crotch, mouth going dry when he sees Ford's cock straining against the front of his pants. It's so big. He almost doesn't hear it when Ford starts to talk again, his voice shaky: "Dipper, we shouldn't be doing this."
"We absolutely should be doing this." Dipper paces forward again, reaching out for Ford's chest with his hand. He sets it over Ford's heartbeat, feeling as it leaps fast against his palm. "Great Uncle Ford, I need you so much. Please, don't turn away from me."
He closes the distance between him and Ford, pressing his own, nude body against Ford's clothed one.
When he reaches up for Ford's neck, standing up on his toes so he can wrap his arms around it, Ford makes no move to help him. But Dipper insists, stretching out with his arms, and in the end Ford's knees bend, bringing him to Dipper's reach. By the time Dipper has hooked his arms around Ford's neck, Ford is watching him intently, and by the time Dipper presses his mouth against his, Ford's resistance is gone.
*
It all proceeds fast after that.
Ford makes quick work of his own clothing, soon standing naked in the room with Dipper. Dipper takes him by the hand, walking him over to his own bed; he climbs up on it first, lying down on his back as he starts to pull Ford down on top of him, trembling inside as Ford follows the draw of his hand without a question.
"I-" He reaches up with his hands, cradling Ford's face. Ford looks down at him, his eyes full of heat; it makes the tremor inside Dipper break out on the outside, and he has to lick his lips to make himself calm down. "I'd like you to fuck me."
Ford stares at him. "Soft or hard?"
Dipper's cock twitches between his legs over that, and that's his answer right there. He may have the control here, but he wants his Great Uncle to let him have it. "As hard as you can."
Luckily, Ford doesn't need to be told twice. As he leans down to kiss Dipper, he pulls his hand out of Dipper's grasp and takes it down between his legs, grasping his cock. Dipper gasps at the feeling of his thick, long fingers wrapping around his slender cock, moaning as they press around his length. His eyes close as Ford starts to stroke him, head lolling to the side while Ford slides his other hand down to Dipper's ass, caressing its curve.
"You are beautiful like this," he hears Ford say.
Dipper's cheeks heat up as they start to turn bright pink, and he peels his eyes open to see Ford looking down at him. He is a little shocked by the tenderness he sees in Ford's eyes, the affection; the slightest wave of guilt passes through Dipper's mind, but it's soon forgotten as the tip of Ford's index finger slips between his ass cheeks, tracing down to the rim of his hole. Dipper whines deep in his throat as the fingertip starts to circle his entrance, rubbing at the sensitive, puckered flesh.
"Ford," he whispers.
He wants to protest when Ford pulls his finger away, but he understands when Ford takes his hand in front of his mouth and spits on it twice, coating his fingers with his saliva. Soon, Ford is easing a finger inside him for real, his fist tightening around Dipper's length as he continues to stroke it. Dipper squirms a bit, trying to make himself relax as much as possible for the finger, knowing there will be more. Knowing that there will be a cock there soon, inside him.
He trembles all over, barely able to wait.
Despite his promise to be hard, Ford starts out gentle, fucking him open first with one finger, then with two, until three are pumping smoothly in and out of Dipper. Ford stops stroking Dipper's cock when it becomes clear that Dipper is close to an orgasm, making Dipper whine in protest; his protest doesn't last for long as Ford pulls his fingers out of Dipper as well, taking a moment to grab Dipper by the backs of his thighs, lifting his legs up around his waist.
"Wrap your legs around me," Ford says to him, stroking his hand through Dipper's hair while he grasps his own cock with his other hand, getting ready to line it up with Dipper's waiting hole. Dipper is fast to obey, hooking his ankles together across the small of Ford's back as he reaches up to rest his arms around Ford's neck, biting his lip as be braces himself.
Ford's cock feels large and intimidating as it presses against his hole, but Dipper is hungry for it, so he takes a deep breath and makes himself relax. He buries his face into Ford's neck as Ford pushes forward with his hips, crying out softly as Ford starts to work his way inside him with short, shallow thrusts, not stopping until his balls come to rest against the curve of Dipper's ass. He stays there for a while then, his cock thick and heavy inside Dipper as it pulses against his inner walls.
Only then does Ford give into Dipper's request; he starts to fuck him hard, wrapping his arms tight around Dipper as he rocks roughly into him, making the bed shake with every thrust. Dipper is panting, pressing his open mouth against Ford's neck as he clutches onto the man with arms and legs both, holding on tight.
It's- it's just as incredible as Dipper could have hoped for. His cock keeps poking against Ford's firm stomach every time Ford thrusts inside him, slick with pre-come and throbbing wantonly, fully stimulated even without Ford having to touch it. Dipper grits his teeth together as he feels Ford slam against his prostate, making his toes curl up tight as he digs his heels against Ford's ass. He pushes his fingers into the man's hair, making him face him, making him look him in the eyes.
"Ford," he breathes, barely able to talk properly, "come inside me, I want-"
Ford kisses him silent, tongue moving swiftly between Dipper's lips as he pounds into him, giving it to him as hard as he can. Dipper moans into his mouth, twisting his fingers into Ford's hair so he can grip him tight, keep him close as he tries to move along Ford's thrusts, take the man's cock deeper inside him, take it all in-
He comes with a strangled shout, spilling his seed against Ford's belly as his legs lock tightly around Ford's waist, hips bucking wildly as he rides out his orgasm. Ford keeps on fucking him, responding to his moans with a growl of his own as his thrusts seem to reach their peak speed, and soon Dipper can feel a rush of something warm and wet filling his insides, dribbling out of him as Ford keeps thrusting within him, fucking him until he can't anymore.
With an exhausted groan, Ford rolls them both over to their sides before letting himself fall slack, breathing heavily as he holds Dipper tight against himself. Dipper holds onto Ford just as tight, his own breaths hot and bursting against Ford's neck. He withdraws his mouth from it, glancing down to see that his teeth have left imprints on the skin.
Between his legs, his cock is starting to rise again.
From Ford's moan, Dipper can tell the same is happening with him, and that makes him smile.
*
"Get on your hands and knees."
It's arousing to watch Ford obey so fast, so hastily. Ford settles down on his palms, straightening his back as he thrusts his ass out, spreading his legs without even any prompting from Dipper. Dipper reaches out for Ford's ass, resting his palms down on the muscular cheeks, giving them a squeeze.
He slips his thumbs between Ford's buttocks, spreading them apart. Ford's hole rests small and tight between them, the sight of it making Dipper lick his lips; he slides one thumb over to it, tracing it the way Ford did with his own hole earlier. He presses down with his thumb, biting his lip as he watches it sink inside.
On the bed, Ford moans, his back arching as he rolls his hips back against Dipper's hand, taking his thumb even deeper inside. Dipper rolls it around inside Ford, feeling up the soft, silky walls of his ass, thrusting it a bit to open him up. After a while, he pulls it out, pressing his index and middle fingers together so he can press them inside in turn, reaching as deep inside Ford as he can.
Ford keeps rocking back against his fingers, fucking himself against them; Dipper can see that Ford's cock is swelling up fast and that makes his own cock ache between his legs, but he forces himself to be patient. He thrusts both of his fingers in and out of Ford for a while, fucking him until he’s certain he has prepared him long enough. He withdraws his fingers after a while, getting up on his hands and knees behind Ford, taking his cock into his hand.
He hesitates, then takes a moment to spit into his palm, slicking his cock thoroughly before guiding it to Ford's hole. He grasps Ford’s hips tight, rocking his hips; he enters Ford little by little, watching Ford’s back arch as his body practically sucks Dipper in, contracting hard around his length. It's intense, and Dipper wants to stop so he can just pant for a while, but he keeps pushing until he’s buried into the hilt, his whole body trembling as he tries to adjust to the sensations.
It's amazing to be inside another person. Dipper can't help himself; he wails out softly, fingers digging into Ford's hips as he slumps forward, resting his forehead against Ford's back. He can feel Ford's body moving beneath him as he breathes heavily, his own breathing loud and rasping in his ears.
It takes a while until Dipper dares to move, pulling out a little bit and thrusting forward again, repeating the motion when Ford moans with approval. Dipper drapes himself over Ford's back, resting his cheek against it as he grinds against Ford's firm ass, cock sliding back and forth inside him.
"Ford," he whispers against the man's skin, releasing his left hip so he can slide it over to Ford's stomach, then dipping lower. He smiles when Ford jerks against his hand when he grasps his cock, wrapping his fingers around the thick length and pumping it hard.
"Ford," he whispers again, stroking his Great Uncle as he fucks him, biting his lip as his balls press tight against Ford's ass. He is close, he knows it; he's going to, shit, he's going to come right inside Ford. The idea of that makes him thrust harder, faster, his hips snapping hard against Ford’s firm, taut ass cheeks.
"Dipper," Ford responds, voice low and throaty, and that does it for Dipper; he wraps his arm around Ford's torso, holding onto him tight as he thrusts into him faster and faster, balls drawing up tight as he opens his mouth and bites down on Ford's back, digging down hard with his teeth as he reaches his peak.
As Ford did with him earlier, Dipper keeps fucking Ford through his orgasm, feeling as his spunk slicks Ford’s insides, making it easier for his cock to move. Ford cries out, thrusting back against Dipper as he throws his head back, moaning as he joins Dipper in his climax, spurting his load all over the bed. Dipper whimpers against him, kissing the bite mark he has left on Ford as he keeps on grinding against Ford's ass, even though he can feel his cock going soft inside his Great Uncle. He doesn't want it to be over, he can't ever let it be over-
He wants this bliss to last.
*
It goes on for a long time, for hours. But eventually, they are both sweat-soaked messes, panting heavily as they lie side by side on Dipper’s bed.
After a while, Dipper rolls over to his side, towards Ford. He climbs up on Ford’s body, catching Ford’s attention; as Ford looks up at him, Dipper grasps his face with both hands, holding onto it tight as he leans down to kiss him.
The effects of the smoothie are gone by now; it wasn’t meant to last for the entire day. Ford could easily reject him now, lose his mind.
Ford kisses him back.
*
By the end of the summer, Dipper doesn't need the smoothies anymore. They have become unnecessary reinforcements; Ford doesn't need to be encouraged to have affection for him, doesn't need to be pushed into having sex. He does everything Dipper wants him to do, his resistance gone.
Dipper has achieved everything he wanted to achieve.
It's almost a pity he has to go home.
"I'll write to you," he says to Ford on their last day together, when they're alone in the basement. "We can set up Skype if you want to, it's really easy to use. I don't know how soon I can come see you again-"
"But you'll come?"
Dipper can't help but soften over his Great Uncle's longing tone.
"Of course I will."
He won't, though. He has had the most amazing summer, but it's over now: it's time to move on.
Chapter 4: Completion
The morning Stan and Mabel are set to leave, Dipper makes big enough smoothie mix for two. Today, he needs to drug himself as well, so he will last long with Ford; he's planning to make this an unforgettable day for both of them. He takes Ford's smoothie down to the basement to him but doesn't touch his own yet, going outside instead to say his goodbyes to Stan and Mabel.
"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Mabel asks him for one more time. "We could ask Ford to come too."
Dipper raises his brow. "Come on, Mabel. You know he and Stan would never agree to it."
"It's true," Stan agrees from the driver's seat.
"We'll be fine here," Dipper says, smiling to Mabel. "You have fun, Mabel. You too, Grunkle Stan!"
Mabel still looks like she wants to argue, so Dipper pulls his hand gently from her grasp and steps away from the car. He has to wait for a long, painful moment before Stan finally starts to drive, with Mabel still staring at him from the car window as the car pulls away, her mouth pinched into a tight line.
He'll make it up to her, Dipper promises himself; Grunkle Stan too, even though he seemed to be taking this better. But for now, he has more important things to do: he manages to will himself to wave at the car until it's out of sight before finally turning towards the Shack, ready to down his own portion of the smoothie.
Soon, he will have everything he wants.
*
The smoothie kicks in fast, leaving Dipper feeling hot and bothered as he heads for his and Mabel's bedroom. He quickly sheds his clothing, watching as his cock begins to rise between his thighs; he wants to touch it so bad, but he resists the urge, sitting down on the bed. Ford is larger than him, so it will take a little longer for the smoothie to start affecting him, but it shouldn't take him that long. It's only a matter of time until Ford feels the need to come upstairs, to seek him out.
This smoothie has been spiked with a special pollen; one that inspires a person to mate. Dipper is the only one in the house, the only one Ford is attracted to. He will come to Dipper.
So Dipper waits on the edge of the bed, biting his lip as his cock stiffens between his thighs, already dribbling pre-come. He has started to run his hands along his thighs by the time Ford finally does arrive, pushing the bedroom door open.
"Dipper," he says, stepping in. He freezes at the sight of Dipper, going pale. "Dipper, what-?"
"Great Uncle Ford, it's okay." Dipper stands up, trying to move slowly even though he wants to rush. He has to take this slowly; he needs to guide Ford past his final bits of resistance, make him realize this is okay. That this needs to happen.
Ford stays put, but he's tense all over. Dipper can see his throat moving beneath the collar of his sweater, bopping up and down as he swallows time after time. "Dipper," he says.
"It's all right." Dipper steps closer to Ford, almost wanting to cry out when his thigh brushes against his aching cock as he moves. He forces himself to ignore it, taking another step towards Ford who still isn't moving, whose eyes have gone impossibly wide as he stares at Dipper. "I need you, Great Uncle Ford. I need you to look after me."
"This is-" Ford halts mid-sentence, panting a bit; Dipper glances down at his crotch, mouth going dry when he sees Ford's cock straining against the front of his pants. It's so big. He almost doesn't hear it when Ford starts to talk again, his voice shaky: "Dipper, we shouldn't be doing this."
"We absolutely should be doing this." Dipper paces forward again, reaching out for Ford's chest with his hand. He sets it over Ford's heartbeat, feeling as it leaps fast against his palm. "Great Uncle Ford, I need you so much. Please, don't turn away from me."
He closes the distance between him and Ford, pressing his own, nude body against Ford's clothed one.
When he reaches up for Ford's neck, standing up on his toes so he can wrap his arms around it, Ford makes no move to help him. But Dipper insists, stretching out with his arms, and in the end Ford's knees bend, bringing him to Dipper's reach. By the time Dipper has hooked his arms around Ford's neck, Ford is watching him intently, and by the time Dipper presses his mouth against his, Ford's resistance is gone.
*
It all proceeds fast after that.
Ford makes quick work of his own clothing, soon standing naked in the room with Dipper. Dipper takes him by the hand, walking him over to his own bed; he climbs up on it first, lying down on his back as he starts to pull Ford down on top of him, trembling inside as Ford follows the draw of his hand without a question.
"I-" He reaches up with his hands, cradling Ford's face. Ford looks down at him, his eyes full of heat; it makes the tremor inside Dipper break out on the outside, and he has to lick his lips to make himself calm down. "I'd like you to fuck me."
Ford stares at him. "Soft or hard?"
Dipper's cock twitches between his legs over that, and that's his answer right there. He may have the control here, but he wants his Great Uncle to let him have it. "As hard as you can."
Luckily, Ford doesn't need to be told twice. As he leans down to kiss Dipper, he pulls his hand out of Dipper's grasp and takes it down between his legs, grasping his cock. Dipper gasps at the feeling of his thick, long fingers wrapping around his slender cock, moaning as they press around his length. His eyes close as Ford starts to stroke him, head lolling to the side while Ford slides his other hand down to Dipper's ass, caressing its curve.
"You are beautiful like this," he hears Ford say.
Dipper's cheeks heat up as they start to turn bright pink, and he peels his eyes open to see Ford looking down at him. He is a little shocked by the tenderness he sees in Ford's eyes, the affection; the slightest wave of guilt passes through Dipper's mind, but it's soon forgotten as the tip of Ford's index finger slips between his ass cheeks, tracing down to the rim of his hole. Dipper whines deep in his throat as the fingertip starts to circle his entrance, rubbing at the sensitive, puckered flesh.
"Ford," he whispers.
He wants to protest when Ford pulls his finger away, but he understands when Ford takes his hand in front of his mouth and spits on it twice, coating his fingers with his saliva. Soon, Ford is easing a finger inside him for real, his fist tightening around Dipper's length as he continues to stroke it. Dipper squirms a bit, trying to make himself relax as much as possible for the finger, knowing there will be more. Knowing that there will be a cock there soon, inside him.
He trembles all over, barely able to wait.
Despite his promise to be hard, Ford starts out gentle, fucking him open first with one finger, then with two, until three are pumping smoothly in and out of Dipper. Ford stops stroking Dipper's cock when it becomes clear that Dipper is close to an orgasm, making Dipper whine in protest; his protest doesn't last for long as Ford pulls his fingers out of Dipper as well, taking a moment to grab Dipper by the backs of his thighs, lifting his legs up around his waist.
"Wrap your legs around me," Ford says to him, stroking his hand through Dipper's hair while he grasps his own cock with his other hand, getting ready to line it up with Dipper's waiting hole. Dipper is fast to obey, hooking his ankles together across the small of Ford's back as he reaches up to rest his arms around Ford's neck, biting his lip as be braces himself.
Ford's cock feels large and intimidating as it presses against his hole, but Dipper is hungry for it, so he takes a deep breath and makes himself relax. He buries his face into Ford's neck as Ford pushes forward with his hips, crying out softly as Ford starts to work his way inside him with short, shallow thrusts, not stopping until his balls come to rest against the curve of Dipper's ass. He stays there for a while then, his cock thick and heavy inside Dipper as it pulses against his inner walls.
Only then does Ford give into Dipper's request; he starts to fuck him hard, wrapping his arms tight around Dipper as he rocks roughly into him, making the bed shake with every thrust. Dipper is panting, pressing his open mouth against Ford's neck as he clutches onto the man with arms and legs both, holding on tight.
It's- it's just as incredible as Dipper could have hoped for. His cock keeps poking against Ford's firm stomach every time Ford thrusts inside him, slick with pre-come and throbbing wantonly, fully stimulated even without Ford having to touch it. Dipper grits his teeth together as he feels Ford slam against his prostate, making his toes curl up tight as he digs his heels against Ford's ass. He pushes his fingers into the man's hair, making him face him, making him look him in the eyes.
"Ford," he breathes, barely able to talk properly, "come inside me, I want-"
Ford kisses him silent, tongue moving swiftly between Dipper's lips as he pounds into him, giving it to him as hard as he can. Dipper moans into his mouth, twisting his fingers into Ford's hair so he can grip him tight, keep him close as he tries to move along Ford's thrusts, take the man's cock deeper inside him, take it all in-
He comes with a strangled shout, spilling his seed against Ford's belly as his legs lock tightly around Ford's waist, hips bucking wildly as he rides out his orgasm. Ford keeps on fucking him, responding to his moans with a growl of his own as his thrusts seem to reach their peak speed, and soon Dipper can feel a rush of something warm and wet filling his insides, dribbling out of him as Ford keeps thrusting within him, fucking him until he can't anymore.
With an exhausted groan, Ford rolls them both over to their sides before letting himself fall slack, breathing heavily as he holds Dipper tight against himself. Dipper holds onto Ford just as tight, his own breaths hot and bursting against Ford's neck. He withdraws his mouth from it, glancing down to see that his teeth have left imprints on the skin.
Between his legs, his cock is starting to rise again.
From Ford's moan, Dipper can tell the same is happening with him, and that makes him smile.
*
"Get on your hands and knees."
It's arousing to watch Ford obey so fast, so hastily. Ford settles down on his palms, straightening his back as he thrusts his ass out, spreading his legs without even any prompting from Dipper. Dipper reaches out for Ford's ass, resting his palms down on the muscular cheeks, giving them a squeeze.
He slips his thumbs between Ford's buttocks, spreading them apart. Ford's hole rests small and tight between them, the sight of it making Dipper lick his lips; he slides one thumb over to it, tracing it the way Ford did with his own hole earlier. He presses down with his thumb, biting his lip as he watches it sink inside.
On the bed, Ford moans, his back arching as he rolls his hips back against Dipper's hand, taking his thumb even deeper inside. Dipper rolls it around inside Ford, feeling up the soft, silky walls of his ass, thrusting it a bit to open him up. After a while, he pulls it out, pressing his index and middle fingers together so he can press them inside in turn, reaching as deep inside Ford as he can.
Ford keeps rocking back against his fingers, fucking himself against them; Dipper can see that Ford's cock is swelling up fast and that makes his own cock ache between his legs, but he forces himself to be patient. He thrusts both of his fingers in and out of Ford for a while, fucking him until he’s certain he has prepared him long enough. He withdraws his fingers after a while, getting up on his hands and knees behind Ford, taking his cock into his hand.
He hesitates, then takes a moment to spit into his palm, slicking his cock thoroughly before guiding it to Ford's hole. He grasps Ford’s hips tight, rocking his hips; he enters Ford little by little, watching Ford’s back arch as his body practically sucks Dipper in, contracting hard around his length. It's intense, and Dipper wants to stop so he can just pant for a while, but he keeps pushing until he’s buried into the hilt, his whole body trembling as he tries to adjust to the sensations.
It's amazing to be inside another person. Dipper can't help himself; he wails out softly, fingers digging into Ford's hips as he slumps forward, resting his forehead against Ford's back. He can feel Ford's body moving beneath him as he breathes heavily, his own breathing loud and rasping in his ears.
It takes a while until Dipper dares to move, pulling out a little bit and thrusting forward again, repeating the motion when Ford moans with approval. Dipper drapes himself over Ford's back, resting his cheek against it as he grinds against Ford's firm ass, cock sliding back and forth inside him.
"Ford," he whispers against the man's skin, releasing his left hip so he can slide it over to Ford's stomach, then dipping lower. He smiles when Ford jerks against his hand when he grasps his cock, wrapping his fingers around the thick length and pumping it hard.
"Ford," he whispers again, stroking his Great Uncle as he fucks him, biting his lip as his balls press tight against Ford's ass. He is close, he knows it; he's going to, shit, he's going to come right inside Ford. The idea of that makes him thrust harder, faster, his hips snapping hard against Ford’s firm, taut ass cheeks.
"Dipper," Ford responds, voice low and throaty, and that does it for Dipper; he wraps his arm around Ford's torso, holding onto him tight as he thrusts into him faster and faster, balls drawing up tight as he opens his mouth and bites down on Ford's back, digging down hard with his teeth as he reaches his peak.
As Ford did with him earlier, Dipper keeps fucking Ford through his orgasm, feeling as his spunk slicks Ford’s insides, making it easier for his cock to move. Ford cries out, thrusting back against Dipper as he throws his head back, moaning as he joins Dipper in his climax, spurting his load all over the bed. Dipper whimpers against him, kissing the bite mark he has left on Ford as he keeps on grinding against Ford's ass, even though he can feel his cock going soft inside his Great Uncle. He doesn't want it to be over, he can't ever let it be over-
He wants this bliss to last.
*
It goes on for a long time, for hours. But eventually, they are both sweat-soaked messes, panting heavily as they lie side by side on Dipper’s bed.
After a while, Dipper rolls over to his side, towards Ford. He climbs up on Ford’s body, catching Ford’s attention; as Ford looks up at him, Dipper grasps his face with both hands, holding onto it tight as he leans down to kiss him.
The effects of the smoothie are gone by now; it wasn’t meant to last for the entire day. Ford could easily reject him now, lose his mind.
Ford kisses him back.
*
By the end of the summer, Dipper doesn't need the smoothies anymore. They have become unnecessary reinforcements; Ford doesn't need to be encouraged to have affection for him, doesn't need to be pushed into having sex. He does everything Dipper wants him to do, his resistance gone.
Dipper has achieved everything he wanted to achieve.
It's almost a pity he has to go home.
"I'll write to you," he says to Ford on their last day together, when they're alone in the basement. "We can set up Skype if you want to, it's really easy to use. I don't know how soon I can come see you again-"
"But you'll come?"
Dipper can't help but soften over his Great Uncle's longing tone.
"Of course I will."
He won't, though. He has had the most amazing summer, but it's over now: it's time to move on.
