BillFord Smut. For kinky BillFord shippers.

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Bill's favorite thing? He'd have to lie if someone was interviewing him. Say something like "Oh, chaos is the best!" or something along that line. He'd say it as a cover-up for what he really likes.

And that was sucking dick.
God, he loves it. Fuck, he couldn't go a day without it.
But there's a specific one he likes most: Ford's.

Bill sat on his throne, watching the Henchmaniacs party, playing games, and getting drunk, while he sat there, legs crossed, fiddling his fingers around the little, golden statue.
The statue was tiny, compared to Bill's new, massive size.
He sat and thought for a while. Why was his mind coming back to Ford? He didn't know. But he should. He's all knowing, for God's sake!
His train of thought came to a halt.

He grabbed the statue in his fist, and snapped his fingers, disappearing from sight.
Bill reappeared in a neat bedroom. Looked 5-star, to be honest.
The triangle floated around for a bit and set down the little, golden statue on a desk next to a bed.

Bill laid down. Finally, some privacy. 
Another snap, sending Ford freedom of the golden shell.
"What the-?" Ford was interrupted by a giant, pitch-black hand wrapping around him.

"Well, well, well~" Bill held Ford close to his eye.
"What do you want, Cipher?!"
A shiver went up Ford's spine when a giant finger started to pet his head.
Compared to Bill, Ford was the size of a mouse.

"I think you know what I want~" Bill sounded, pressing a thumb between Ford's legs. "Just a little prize for being such a strong boy~!"
Well, Bill was right about being strong, despite Ford being so utterly weak, at this point. His body said it all: The dirty, ruffled hair, the bruises with some starting to bleed, the cuts and slices in his clothing (come were stitched, thanks to keyhole.)

Fuck, he wanted it.

"Cipher, this is a terrible opportunity to try to get in my pants! Not gonna happen!" Ford lied.
Bill stared for a moment.

"You're lying."

Dammit.

Ford didn't know of a response for that, so he shut up.
"That's what I thought. How about a place more appropriate for your human meat sack." Bill requested, snapping his fingers again.

They reappeared in the same room, just smaller. More human size.
Bill was smaller too. How else was he supposed to fit in the room?

"This'll do, right?" Bill asked. He may be a chaos god, but he wants Ford to be comfortable in these situations. 
"Yeah. ."
Bill picked up and placed Ford on the bed, covering him with the blanket. Damn, it was relaxing.
Ford looked up at him, but he was gone.
But as soon as he started to wonder where he went, he felt something press up against the inside of his leg.
It was a hand, and a well known hand, at that.

A click, and the sound of a zipper.

Bill peered out at Ford from under the covers. Ford was sitting up. He stared down at the triangle, and it stared back.
It happened so quickly, Ford didn't realize the lower half of his clothing had been removed.

Bill felt that Ford was mentally begging for him to go on. Fuck, it was pretty obvious he wanted and needed Bill against him.
Bill gave Fords cock a gentle, loving kiss on its head, making Ford barely shudder, and Bill wrapped his pitch-blackass hand around it.
Bill's eye then switched to it's mouthy ways. Ford only got a glimpse of what it looked like; Seemingly a void on the inside, a (surprisingly) white row of neat teeth with fangs, and a long, blue tongue that came from pretty much nowhere.

Bill placed his eyelips (TM) around his cock.

'Purr on him, kitty boy.'
'I hate you.'

Bill purred on him for a head-start. (Get it?)

Ford didn't really know much of what to do other than just let Bill do his job and try to stay silent so he could heard Bill.
Because fuck was Bill loud in bed.
He's more of that kind of guy that doesn't give three shits if anyone heard him, and Ford loved to hear him.

Bill could tell how silent he was being, and obviously knew that Ford enjoyed hearing him, but he wasn't just gonna let Ford get he wants so easily.

No, no. He's gonna have to earn it.
Or force it.
And Bill liked both options because lets face it he's a horny dick sucker.

Bill let off of Fords cock, allowing saliva to cover almost the whole damn thing because he was fucking drooling and salivating on Ford like the hungry motherfucker he was.

Bill lightly licked the very end, flicking his tongue on it as well.
Ford shivered. "Stop teasing me.." he managed to say, though his voice cracked as he whimpered, which made Bill laugh.
"It's not teasing, it's light fucking!" Same difference.

Bill took in his dick for a second and then came back up, his rows of teeth grazing up against it as it fit neatly between his fangs, teasing Ford.
And he continued that so that Ford wouldn't expect it when he actually did.

And he did. After 4 times.

Bill took him in like the shameless man whore he was acting, and sucked the fuck outta him.
Ford obviously didn't expect that, so a sharp inhale cut the air and he quickly covered his mouth to muffle his breath and shit.

Bill came off of him for a second.
"Ah, ah, ah.. No need to cover it up, Fordsy. I won't judge you!" Bill reassured him because he wanted to hear Ford plead.
Bill put a hand on Ford's hand that covered his mouth, and moved it off. Then he continued to act like a whore against Ford's dick.

Ford came closer to releasing in him, but right before it even happened, Bill came off because he's an asshole.
Except as soon as he did, saliva and drool escaped his mouth. it must have been about 1/2 a cup of it, because it almost everywhere.
Hungry motherfucker.

Bill ignored this, and crept to Ford's face, holding Ford's cheeks innocently like he didn't do anything.
Bill was gonna kiss him, be he know Ford didn't want to after he'd been down there.

"Alright, alright.. I gotta get back to my throne before they start snooping around looking for me and see us doing this.. it'd be embarrassing, for a number of reasons." Bill said, getting off of Ford and fixing his attire clothing.
"Alright.." Pretty obvious Ford didn't want you to stop there, Bill.

Bill tossed Ford's clothes onto his face and waited for him to get it all on.
Once he did, he turned Ford to the same golden form and went back to where he was, pretending like nothing happened because he didn't want to explain that to the Henchmaniacs.
And because Lava Lamp would want Bill to tell it in detail... 

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Getting better at this. The first one sucked bc it was my first time writing it, but I've read more so Ik more.
I'm growing wiser.
Anyways hope you enjoyed this chapter :)