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Bill has been acting strange recently.
First of all, he's been visiting Ford more often than usual. But it's not just that. He's been very touchy-feely when he visits Ford in his dreams. Not to mention he's been purring when he's around Ford.
It's not that Ford minds, per se. He's just curious.
"My Muse?" Ford asks nervously, setting his cup of interdimensional tea down to look at Bill, who's currently floating behind him with his arms around his human's neck. He's purring loudly and keeps rubbing his face against Ford's hair.
"Yeeees?" Bill grins, elongating the word.
"I apologize if this is an.. inappropriate question, but.. Do you have a mating cycle?" Ford asks, hoping Bill doesn't take it the wrong way.
"What? No. What makes you think that? I'm not like you stupid humans." Bill frowns at the accusation, tightening his grip slightly around Ford.
"Well, it's just.. You've been very.. clingy lately, and I wonder if the human form you take on also has a mating cycle like we do." Ford shrugs a little, trying to keep his calm. It's not like Ford hasn't been through his fair share of ruts, but he never expected Bill to have one.
"Clingy? So you're saying you'd rather I just leave? Is that it?" Bill's brow furrows and his claws dig into Ford's sweater.
"No! No, that's not it, I just- well, if you are in your mating cycle, I could help you out." Ford flushes when he realizes what he just implied. Bill doesn't react, just stares at Ford, like he's contemplating.
"I-I'm sorry, Muse, that was completely inappropriate of me." Ford apologizes after a few beats of silence. Maybe it's just the fact that his rut is coming up soon that's making his mind make things up.
Ford doesn't get a chance to respond before he's waking up, sweating like crazy and half-hard.
The rest of the day, as he desperately tries to ignore the rut that's quickly approaching, Ford can't stop thinking about Bill. He wonders if Bill is an Alpha or an Omega. He secretly hopes he's an Omega. Would they be compatible?
Ford forces himself to stop thinking.
Ford tosses and turns in his bed as he attempts to fall asleep. He wants so badly to see Bill, but his mind is racing and all his blood is rushing south. Eventually he does fall asleep, opening his eyes to see Bill about 3 inches from his face, pupil blown wide and loud purrs coming from him.
Ford jumps back in surprise. Not just because he didn't expect Bill to be so close, but also because of the overwhelming scent he's giving off. Undoubtedly the scent of an omega in heat.
"Great! You're here! Say, that offer still standing?" Bill grins wider than usual, grabbing Ford by the shoulders.
"Offer? Wha- Oh." Ford's eyes widen as he realizes. He had offered to help.
"I-I mean, I suppose, yes, it would be beneficial for both of us.. I seem to have started my rut a bit early and you.." Ford does a vague hand gesture. Bill's face lights up.
He wastes no time, pressing his lips against Ford's desperately. Ford had no idea Bill could be so needy. He shouldn't be surprised, this is seemingly Bill's first ever heat.
Bill is pushing Ford against a wall that wasn't there before, getting as close to him as possible, like he wants to crawl inside Ford's skin.
His claws are digging into Ford's shoulders slightly painfully, but Ford's attention is elsewhere. His six-fingered hands find Bill's waist, gripping it tightly to pull him closer still.
"Is-" Bill mumbles between heated kisses, "-this what you mean- when you say you're rutting?"
Ford manages to nod, even though he's desperately trying to get Bill's lips back on his own.
"I should've cut you more slack, IQ!" Bill grins before diving back in, tongue moving against Ford's. His tongue moves to the side of his face instead, licking along his defined jaw with heavy breaths.
"Moses, you reek of heat," Ford sighs out, unable to stop himself from inhaling Bill's scent. Bill can feel the outline of Ford's dick in his pants against his leg, where he's idly humping.
"More! More!" Bill demands, tits pressed against Ford's chest.
Ford manages to manifest a room vaguely resembling his bedroom and pushes Bill against the couch in his room.
Bill is clawing at Ford's sweater, desperately trying to remove it. Ford helps him out, pulling it off. Bill whistles at the sight of his chest, hairy and slightly pudgy, semi-muscular arms along with it. Ford blushes at the attention.
Ford dives back in for another deep inhale of Bill's scent. He could probably (although embarrassing) cum just from smelling his Muse.
Bill starts tearing at his own clothes before Ford takes over, wanting to undress Bill for himself. Even if he could in theory just snap them away, where's the fun in that?
Ford tries to be slow with it, taking his time. But after he gets Bill's button-up off and his bare chest is revealed, Ford can't hold back anymore. He quickly undresses him the rest of the way so he's only in panties.
His scent is overwhelmingly strong, so much so that Ford can barely hold himself back from just ramming into Bill. But that would be rude, and he would hate to hurt his Muse.
Instead, Ford undoes his belt hastily, shoving his slacks and underwear down halfway.
"Y-You're quiet." Ford notices, concern lacing his words. Bill has barely made any noise since they started aside from whines and purrs.
"If I say anything I'm thinking right now I'll never be able to face you again. Don't stop," Bill bites his own lip as Ford props Bill's legs up to thrust into the space between his thighs. Ford has to bute his lip hard to stop himself from cumming right then and there. If just his thighs feel this good, imagine..
"Feel so good, so good-" Ford mumbles out as he thrusts between Bill's thighs, smearing precum on them. Not that Bill seems to mind.
Ford has to force himself to remove himself from Bill's thighs so he doesn't cum too early. Not that it would be an issue, Ford's ruts typically last 3 or 4 days, but he wants to wait for Bill to cum first.
"God, you're- you're soaked," Ford says breathlessly after quickly removing his panties, staring at Bill's cunt, slick and ready.
"Yeah, no shit! Would you get on with it already?" Bill demands, a whiny sound slipping through that almost sounds like begging.
Ford listens, of course, bringing two fingers to Bill's folds and collecting some of the slick before slipping them inside him, the glide easy with how wet he is.
Bill shivers in pleasure and covers his own mouth to stop himself from moaning.
Ford leans down to press wet kisses against Bill's collarbone and neck, eliciting sweet sounds from the omega.
"Ready, ready, I'm ready, hurry up!" Bill squirms, back arching off the couch.
"A-Are you sure? I might not be able to stop myself if I- er-" Ford blushes, adjusting his glasses with the hand that isn't knuckles deep inside Bill.
"I don't care! Knot me, mark me, whatever-" Bill claws at Ford's back, leaving red marks in their wake.
Ford takes a deep inhale at Bill's words. It's weird, seeing Bill act so strange. Normally he's a bit arrogant and always in charge, so seeing him like this.. Well.
Ford grabs Bill and flips him over onto his stomach facing away from him with his ass in the air.
Ford carefully lines himself up before pushing inside his cunt slowly from behind, letting out a slightly pathetic sound at the feeling. The angle has Bill biting the pillow, hitting all the right spots.
Ford leans forward to hug Bill's torso as he bottoms out. He can already feel his knot inflating at the base of his dick.
Ford hugs his Muse's torso tightly as he pulls out slightly and thrusts back in, finding a rhythm of short thrusts. His glasses are fogged up and falling off his face, but he doesn't care. Bill is making noises Ford didn't even know he could make.
Ford reaches around to rub Bill's clit, sending him over the edge with a silent moan. Ford finally pushes his knot inside Bill, locking them together. He cums inside his Muse, and bites down on his neck where his scent glands are as he does, effectively bonding them.
Bill just lays there, legs trembling and mouth open. Ford has never came that hard in his life.
"Perfect, you're perfect," Ford mumbles against the bite wound which is bleeding slightly. He licks up some of the blood, making Bill shiver.
"Don't- Don't think this changes anything. You're still my pet." Bill manages to mutter out, and Ford offers a kiss to his back.
"Always, my Muse. You know I'm yours."
They stay connected for a while, just laying against eachother. After about 20 minutes, Ford's knot deflates and he pulls out of Bill. He's more than glad this is a dream so he doesn't have to clean it up.
"Eugh.." Bill's face scrunches up at the weird feeling of Ford's knot being pulled out of him.
"Sorry." Ford scratches the back of his neck, then shrugs his boxers back on.
Bill rolls his eye before laying across Ford's lap, still naked.
"Have fun cleaning up your mess, by the way!" Bill grins, twirling a piece of his hair in his finger.
"What?"
Ford wakes up to a puddle of drool next to his mouth and cum soaking his bedsheets. Great.