Fiddleford was annoyed.
It was very late, and Stanford was working. That happened a while fucking lot mind you. He watched his boyfriend at their dorm desk, over studying for something he would surely ace.
"Stanford. " he called again.
"I'll be done in a minute" he responded
"You've said that a whole bunch. "
"This time I mean it. "
"Darn it, Ford! You've been up for thirty hours! You need to sleep!" He lectured him.
"I promise, once I'm done with this I can sleep."
Fiddleford sighed and flopped back on the bed they shared. He tried to think of a good idea to use to get Ford into bed.
This lasted about ten minutes before he had a good idea. He smirked slightly. It wasn't the most ethical, but it would work.
He stood up and stretched, his back popping slightly.
He strolled to the man sat at the desk, the one so focused on his studying. He leaned over his shoulder, putting his hands on the desk In front of the six fingered man.
He smirked more, looking through his glasses at the papers he was studying. "Don't you think it's time for a break, sweetie?" He asked softly.
The man blushed. "N-no. I can't yet. "
"You sure~" the taller one asked, kissing his cheek gently.
Ford blushed more. "I-i" he murmured nervously.
Fiddleford chuckled. He had won. He kissed his boyfriend's neck gently, enjoying the way that he was bright red. Frankly, it suited the shorter man.
Ford whined softly before turning his chair around, facing the southerner. He grabbed his tie, before pulled him down for a kiss, it wasn't rough but it definitely wasn't gentle.
Fiddleford's eyes widened, surprised at his boyfriend's actions. However, he wasn't going to complain.
he held the sides of the man's face, before teasingly dragging his tongue across his bottom lip, asking to deepen the kiss.
Ford moaned softly and opened his mouth, letting his lover use his tongue to explore his mouth.
He tangled their tongues together, smirking as much as he could while kissing him.
Stanford moaned again and slid their tongues together, pulling him closer.
Eventually Fiddleford had to pull away for air.
He licked his lips and smirked, chucking. "How about we move this to the bed?" He asked flirtatiously.
Ford groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Okay. " he said. "Apparently I'm done with studying so okay. " he said
Fiddleford laughed. "Well let's get to it then. " he said happily and sat on the bed, patting he spot next to him gently. Ford sat next to him awkwardly. He leaned over to the man next to him and kissed him again, slower and more gentle.
Fiddleford smiled a bit and put his hands around Ford's waist, kissing him back and nibbling his lip gently.
Ford smiled into their kiss and opened his mouth, and eventually they were back into their old rhythm, their tongues sliding together. It was never one of the cliche battles for dominance, no, it was always more of a dance. They hadn't even had to decide who would top between them yet. It was always just lazy grinding and fumbling handjobs. No where near the real thing yet.
Fiddleford put his hands on Ford's shoulders, slowly rolling over to be straddling him, then pushing him flat down onto the soft bed.
As the kiss went on, Fiddleford eventually took the bold move to lower his hips a bit, pressing against his boyfriend gently. The response was immediate. Ford moaned softly, even though it was just lightly at the time. Fiddleford smirked and moved against him, before pressing his knee up into Ford's crotch.
Ford squeaked, surprised a bit, but ground down on it, moaning as Fiddleford rubbed against his leg.
Fiddleford pulled away from the kiss to kiss and suck at his boyfriend's neck, knowing that had always been a sensitive spot. He kissed all over basically, then started sucking gently and biting on spots that got the best responses. He was smirking the whole time as Ford blushed more and more and ground on his leg.
It was hardly ever awkward with them, they just worked. They worked together, they were great in their relationship, even though Ford can be a bit of an asshole when it came to work sometimes. There were hardly any rough fights or arguments, and they were happy. That was what mattered. They were both perfectly happy.
Fiddleford blushed and groaned softly, putting his composure aside as he got closer to coming. Ford could almost sense him letting go and smirked, teasing his lover the same way he teased him, by kissing and sucking and biting, never hard enough to leave any marks. They weren't exactly out yet.
Eventually, Ford came with a deep groan, closing his eyes at the pleasure. Fiddleford followed him soon after, having just enough energy to roll off of him and lay next to him. He groaned.
"Next time, we should remember to take our clothes off. "
"Agreed. "
