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It was a late evening, and Dipper was tired.
He had just gotten back from a long day of classes. But, he was glad to finally be home so he could relax.
He and his boyfriend, Bill, both go to the same college, and luckily they were able to be dorm mates. Dipper hoped Bill was home, so they could relax together.
The brunet took his shoes off and set his keys down on the small table by the door before looking around.
"Bill? Are you here?"
He heard a noise of confirmation from their b athroom , and then the blond was in the doorway, grinning and leaning against the frame.
"Hey there, Pine Tree."
Dipper smiled at the nickname and walked over, wrapping his arms around Bill's neck and hugging him.
"Hi."
Bill chuckled, his hands sliding down to the brunet's hips. "How was your day?"
Dipper hummed, resting his head on Bill's chest. "It was alright. A little stressful."
"Oh yeah?" The blond's lips ghosted along Dipper's neck, ma king him shudder. "Maybe I can make you feel better..."
The brunet felt himself heat up and he closed his eyes.
"Bill, I'm tired, can we just cuddle or something?"
Bill pouted. "Fine."
They both pulled away, and Dipper walked over to the bed, plopping down on it and letting out a content sigh. Bill came over to the bed, dropping down next to Dipper.
"How about we just watch some TV instead? I think there's a marathon on of one of our shows."
The brunet turned his head to look at his boyfriend, who was now laying next to him.
"Yeah, okay."
Dipper grabbed the remote and turned the TV on, changing it to the channel the marathon was on.
The two of them snuggled closer, and eventually, Dipper found himself nearly on top of Bill, their legs tangled together, Dipper half asleep with Bill twirling Dipper's hair in his fingers.
Everything was nice, until a particularly loud moan could be heard from the ceiling.
The brunet blinked his eyes open and looked up.
"Is... is that..."
Bill laughed. "Yep. Our dorm mates are going at it again. They're really loud, too."
Dipper laid his head back down, groaning. "Oh God. I hate it here."
A few more loud moans came from the ceiling, and Dipper found himself getting embarrassed.
"I wonder what position they're doing." Bill said, as if talking about the weather.
"Why would you even think about that?" Dipper exclaimed, whipping his head to meet Bill's amused face.
"What? It's just a question. They sound like they're really going at it. Wonder what that feels like."
Dipper blushed, turning away. "Stop."
Bill sighed dramatically. "I wish I knew how that felt right now, Pine Tree. If only there was someone else in this room who was willing." Bill tapped a finger to his chin in faux thought.
Dipper scoffed, shaking his head. "Shut up."
"I'm serious. It would be a real shame. To have a boyfriend and not do anything. How sad."
Dipper sat up and stared at Bill. "Bill, for real, it's embarrassing to have to hear your dorm mates fuck. Can we just, I dunno, turn up the TV or something?"
Bill's eyes were suddenly dark, and he grabbed Dipper's wrists.
"Nah. But I know how to get them to shut up."
Dipper yelped when Bill pulled him on top, so he was straddling the blond.
"We just need to be way louder. You know, to assert our dominance."
The brunet gaped. "What? No, Bill, we are not-"
Dipper gasped, his words cutting off, when Bill suddenly ground his hips upwards , putting his hands on Dipper's hips to forcefully meet Bill's grinding
"Mmm, see?"
"Oh-" Dipper moaned, not expecting the roughness. He bit his lip and tried to push himself away, but Bill wouldn't let him.
"We have to be louder, Pine Tree. They're still going."
Dipper felt his face heat up when Bill pushed his hips harder against him, making him grind against him roughly. It felt really good, and Dipper felt himself harden quickly, his heart rate becoming faster.
"F-fuck..."
"Come on, Pine Tree. You're usually much louder than this."
Dipper couldn't stop the loud moan that came from him when Bill grabbed his ass, pulling his hips flush against his own. Dipper arched his back into the touch, completely forgetting about their little argument regarding the upstairs noise.
"Ah-! Fuck, Bill!"
"That's it. Just like that, Pine Tree. Moan for me."
Dipper didn't hold back, his voice echoing off the walls of the small room, his body heating up and his mind fuzzy with arousal. Bill kissed Dipper's neck, biting down softly, which in turn made him keen.
Bill hummed, pleased, and Dipper was suddenly pushed back, Bill hovering over him, the blond's face close.
"There we go. Now, let's take this off, shall we?"
Dipper couldn't even object as his shirt was practically ripped off him, and his hands were pinned above his head.
"I'm gonna fuck you, Pine Tree. Nice and loud. You can handle that, right?"
Dipper couldn't form the right words to answer, so he just nodded, his chest rising and falling quickly, his cock straining against his pants.
"Good."
Bill leaned down and kissed Dipper deeply, and the brunet melted. He was definitely in the mood now.
Dipper opened his mouth to let Bill's tongue explore, and he felt himself get hotter, his skin prickling in pleasure.
He couldn't believe how Bill could make him feel like this so fast. It was intoxicating and invigorating. Dipper felt drunk on Bill's kisses.
Without breaking the kiss, Di pper wrapped his arms around Bill's shoulders, tugging on the blond's shirt, trying to pull it off.
A particularly loud moan from upstairs made them pull apart, Bill laughing. "Looks like we need to up our game, huh?"
Before Dipper could respond, his pants and boxers were being pulled off, and his legs were being spread.
"F uck, Bill!"
"That's the plan, Pine Tree."
Bill was hovering over him again, his face inches from Dipper's. Dipper panted, face flushed as him and Bill stared at each other. He knew Bill was thinking of doing something, but he wasn't sure what. It made him a bit nervous.
"Bill, what are you- Ah!"
Bill suddenly moved down, taking Dipper's cock into his mouth, making the brunet practically scream.
"Oh my god, B-Bill!"
Bill bobbed his head, sucking harshly, and Dipper bucked his hips, not expecting such sudden pleasure. Dipper's hands went to Bill's soft hair and grabbed fistfuls, tugging on the strands a little roughly.
"Mmmm-f-fuck-"
Dipper didn't notice when one of Bill's hands slipped under him, not until a finger was pressing against his entrance.
"B-Bill, I'm-I'm gonna cum if you k-keep-"
He let out a choked noise, feeling the tip of Bill's finger slip into him, and he arched his back , focusing only on the wonderful feeling of his orgasm approaching.
Then Bill pulled off his cock, and the finger slipped out.
"Not yet."
Dipper's orgasm died down, but he was still on edge. He whined, needing release.
"Bill, come on, I was so close."
Bill leaned over him, a sly smirk on his face. "I know, and you were so cute, Pine Tree. I love seeing you like that."
Dipper huffed, closing his eyes. "Just... get on with it. Please."
Bill hummed, kissing his forehead, and Dipper could feel the smile on his lips.
"Alright. Let me get the lube, Pine Tree."
Dipper relaxed against the pillows and blankets, his breathing still heavy.
The noise upstairs was still continuing, and it made Dipper roll his eyes. He wished the walls weren't paper thin.
A hand on his thigh made him look over, seeing Bill now naked and between his legs, holding the bottle of lube.
"You ready, Pine Tree?"
"Yeah."
"Don't forget, be as loud as you can!"
"Ugh, shut up."
Bill leaned over and kissed him, and Dipper smiled into the kiss, his arms wrapping around the blond's neck.
When Bill pulled back, Dipper watched him pop open the bottle and pour the substance onto his fingers. He shuddered when he felt the cold digits rub against him, and he bit his lip, feeling the anticipation build.
Bill's lips were on his again, and the tip of a finger slipped inside him, making him groan softly.
"Come on, Bill. I can handle it."
Bill laughed. "Someone's impatient."
The finger pressed further in, and Dipper sighed. It wasn't unpleasant, but it did take some getting used to.
Soon another finger was added, and it was starting to feel a little uncomfortable.
"Mm."
"You alright?"
"Yeah, just keep going."
Bill continued, taking his time, anticipating to hear Dipper's pretty sounds. He wanted to find that special spot, the one that made Dipper become an absolute slut. It would make him produce sounds that would cause a porn star to blush.
And when Bill found it, he was sure that Dipper's noises would put their upstairs dorm mates' to shame.
Bill had a third finger in him, and Dipper was feeling a little full. He was also still feeling uncomfortable, and was hoping it would change soon.
Until Bill's fingers curled and brushed a bundle of nerves.
"AH!"
"There it is."
"Ah, fuck- Mmm- ah!"
Dipper arched his back, his eyes shutting tightly, and his mouth hanging open. Fuck, fuck, fuck, that felt so good. Dipper wanted Bill to do it again, but the words died on his tongue and all he could utter were high pitched moans.
"God, Pine Tree, you're so sexy, " Bill cooed.
Bill pressed his fingers against Dipper's prostate harder, and the brunet screamed, his hands grabbing the sheets tightly.
"Fuck-! Oh, fuck, yes!"
"Yeah? You like that, huh? You're such a slut for me."
Dipper whimpered, his cock twitching, leaking precum, his chest rising and falling quickly.
"Please, Bill, fuck me," Dipper begged, voice hoarse. He felt close to crying, his eyes filled with tears.
Bill looked at Dipper's face, his own arousal spiking in his gut when he saw how debauched the brunet looked. Dipper's teary doe-like eyes, his reddened face and parted lips, and his body all spread out just for Bill. It was a gorgeous sight.
Bill slowly slipped his fingers out, watching as Dipper panted, his chest and neck a beautiful red.
He coated the lube on his dick, and then was lining himself up. He kissed Dipper as he pressed the tip inside.
"Shit," Dipper cursed, panting at the feeling of being filled.
Dipper clung onto him, and Bill slowly sank in, his own groans mixing with Dipper's. The neighbors were getting even louder and it fueled Bill's determination to fuck the hell out of his Pine Tree.
When Bill bottomed out, they both groaned, and Bill gave Dipper a moment to adjust before he was pulling his hips back.
"Oh, shit, Bill!"
Dipper's head fell back against the pillow, and Bill set a quick pace, wanting to get Dipper to the edge again. He needed to hear his pretty noises.
"Ngh," Dipper moaned, feeling desperate for his release.
Bill grabbed Dipper's hips, lifting them a little to hit that spot.
"AH!"
Dipper's mouth hung open and his eyes were screwed shut. He couldn't control the volume of his moans anymore, they were too loud. He just couldn't help it, he was being fucked so well, and it was all he could focus on.
"Mmmm, shit, you're so loud, Pine Tree. Do you want them to hear you? Do you want them to know how good I'm fucking you? Is that it?"
Dipper whined, his hands gripping the sheets. He wasn't sure if he could answer even if he wanted to.
"I-I, ngh-Bill-please, I'm-oh, fuck-"
"Come on, Pine Tree. Scream for me."
Dipper cried out when his prostate was slammed into, the feeling sending jolts of pleasure through him, and the coil in his gut was tightening. He was getting close.
"Please, Bill," Dipper gasped, the noise escaping him, when he felt Bill's hand wrap around his neglected cock, pumping it at the same pace as the blond's thrusts.
"Cum for me, Pine Tree. Show them who owns you," Bill demanded.
Dipper screamed as he came, his eyes rolling back, his mouth hanging open, and his back arching, cum shooting onto his stomach.
"B-Bill, ah-!"
Dipper felt a tear fall down his cheek, and his body trembled, his orgasm lasting longer than usual. It was absolutely euphoric.
"Shit, Pine Tree," Bill panted, leaning down and kissing the brunet roughly.
Dipper whined into the kiss, feeling his cock soften, his body exhausted. His chest was covered in his own cum and his hair was a mess, sticking to his forehead, the sweat making his skin glisten.
Bill continued to fuck into Dipper, finding his own release. Bill was inadvertently ramming into Dipper's prostate, which made Dipper squirm. The feeling was almost too much but it made Dipper feel a second orgasm coming.
"Holy shit, Bill, I think I'm-"
"Me too, Pine Tree," Bill groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic.
Dipper arched his back as a dry orgasm ripped through him, making his whole body shake. It hurt, but it hurt good. Bill came right after, his own moans mingling with Dipper's.
When the blond was done, he gently pulled out, collapsing next to Dipper, his eyes closed and breathing labored.
They were quiet for a moment, the only noise being their breathing .
"You think they heard us?" Dipper rasped weakly.
Bill laughed. "Of course they did. You were loud, Pine Tree."
Dipper pouted and lightly smacked his boyfriend, his arms feeling like jelly . "Shut up. Like you weren't."
Bill turned his head, smiling at the brunet. "Oh, I know I was, I was just saying that you were louder."
Dipper rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
Moments passed in silence, Dipper in Bill's arms as they started to relax, Dipper's body humming pleasantly. He felt completely exhausted, who knew he had it in him to cum twice?
Apparently Bill was thinking the same thing and said, "Did you really have a second orgasm, Pine Tree?"
"Yeah, why?"
Bill laughed, and Dipper glared at him.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing, that's just so sexy."
Dipper blushed, hitting the blond lightly again.
"Shut up."
Bill grinned, kissing Dipper's temple.
"Hey, Pine Tree?"
Dipper sighed, exasperated. "What?"
"We should have sex as loud as we can whenever they do. Just to piss them off."
"What? No! We are not doing that."
Bill pouted. "Aw, why not? Come on, you enjoyed yourself, didn't you?"
Dipper bit his lip, looking away.
"No."
Bill laughed, and Dipper could tell he was smiling.
"Sure you didn't."
Dipper huffed, crossing his arms.
"I hate you."
"Love you too!"