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teen stans fucking for the first time, clumsy and awkward, neither of them experienced on what to do but trying their very best. stan opts to bottom, he can't imagine accidentally hurting ford when they're supposed to be getting sexual. ford of course worries abt hurting stan as well but is reassured by stan saying he can take it/handle it, he's the tougher of the two anyway. things get a bit overboard, ford holds on too tight, stan bites hard enough to draw blood, but overall its a mind blowing experience.

stan sneakily gets the six fingered bruise on his hip tattooed, a permanent mark, a endless promise, a claim laid. he waits to show it off until its healed and ford goes a bit crazy upon seeing it. he's always wanted someone completely devoted to him, uncaring of his weirdness and freaky attributes. they fuck nasty abt it. but ford can't spend too much time sexing up his twin, he's got a science fair to win.

time flies by and before either of them know it it's been months since they've been intimate. stan grips his own hip when jacking off, trying to remember what it felt like to have ford's undivided attention and love. ford might have a shoot at getting into west coast tech. ford wants to leave him.

stan gets mad, punches the table, etc. the same fight happens, stan gets kicked out. he still asks for that high six, but his other hand is covering the black inked six fingers over his hip, holding onto a hand that isn't there.

ford twists the tattoo into something horrid. stan only got it to tie them together, to chain ford to him, to force ford to claim stan as his, never giving ford a chance to see someone else in that light, stan was stealing it all for himself. ford never asked stan to get the inked handprint, it's his own brother's damn fault for getting such a foolish tattoo in the first place.

days turn into weeks turn into years. stan sleeps with his arm curled under him, fingers splayed over the graying ink. some of his johns like to joke that either stan or the tattoo artist were so hammered they didn't notice the handprint having an extra finger. most of his johns grab onto the spot like it's an instruction manual, an open invitation to touch him however they pleased. it never feels right. there's always something missing. there's never enough fingers.

college ford expresses extreme distaste for tattoos. he thinks they're tacky and unprofessional. why would someone mar their body with an unremovable mark? it sounds like something idiots with no foresight do. fiddleford asks him once if he's speaking from experience. it's probably meant as a joke but ford explodes and the topic isn't brought up again. even when they both wake up from a drunken graduation celebration with scientific equations tattoos on their under arms.

blah blah blah time passes. ford mets bill, maybe gets another ill-fated tattoo before the truth is revealed. the horrible sight of it in the mirror reminds him of the one person left he could reach out to.

one day a postcard arrives and stan is left hightailing it to Oregon. he drives with one hand on the wheel and the touch tentatively brushing his hip. when he gets there ford is acting insane. he grabs stan and slams him into the front door, ripping his pants down and shoving his underwear to the side.

fiddleford didn't know about the tattoo. neither did the shifter. a faded stretch marked six fingered tattoo still rests on stan's hip. ford grabs onto it like it's his lifeline. his nails dig in hard enough to draw blood. that finally snaps stan out of it and he shoves ford away, demanding explanations.

the stuff in the basement still happens. stan still spends thirty years working to bring his brother back. weirdmagedon still happens. the memory wipe and slowly blossoming reunion too.

(maybe ford grips his own hip in moments of high stress traveling the multiverse, imagining the bruise it would leave on someone else. maybe stan begins to despise his tattoo bc now its a symbol of someone he can't save, proof that he's not worthy of his twin's love.)

ford is the one to explain stan's tattoo(s) to him. the brand hurts, brings up bad times for the both of them. before ford gets a chance to explain the handprint, feeling weirdly guilty and chastised abt it, stan brushes his hand over it lovingly, stating that he got it to remind himself that someone loves him, that someone wants him. ford cries a bit and they have reaffirming sweet old man sex.

as they're loading up the Stan O'War II, ford notices how stiffly stan is walking around. he worried at first that something is wrong. stan wanted to keep it as a surprise but that night he takes off his pants to show ford the tattoo. its red and raw around the edges and stan sheepishly admits to getting it touched up before they set sail. cue horny in love sex and happily ever after.

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ok but Stan warning Ford that he’s gonna propose to him pretty soon. and Stan keeps teasing him til he actually does.

they can be walking around one night, and out of nowhere, Stanley gets down on one knee, and Ford instantly has several thoughts popping in his head.

“Ford, will you-”

“Stanley…what are you doing? You’re doing this now? In public??”

“-wait for me one second while I tie my shoe?”

Ford glares at him with a hint of a smile. The bastard. He should’ve known better. “I hate you.” He proceeds walking without Stan.

Stanley’s just grinning the entire time. “What? My shoe was untied! What’s your problem??”

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Thinking abt your teen fem Stan’s getting a strap and aooough my peanits…

CW: SUGGESTIVE

Critical hit on my love for femdom. Holy shit. It doesn’t matter if Ford gets fucked into the mattress or he is enthusiastically riding that thang himself. The thought of Stacy pegging Stanford makes my brain go brrrrr

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2S2F au

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so we all pretty much agree that ford has a thing for stan’s voice. so anything he says in a husky tone can turn ford into goo

so what if stan uses this to advantage one day, and to make it better, he whispers some nerdy formula (he definitely knows several of them i’m so proud) into ford’s ear when he’s already close to coming, and that sends ford over the edge

the fucking nerd is g o n e

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okay, it deserves 3h I spend on it!

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How buy some cuddling :p

I did not understand your request very well so I did this, I hope you like it C:

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hi, i draw gay shit

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this is like … really gay 

ive also never drawn old fiddlestanwhich before

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I hope no one did this already

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Aw~ ( ˘⌣˘)♡(˘⌣˘ ) Twins and badass-tringle ~~

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>>> Fanart for I feel your whisper across the sea by the_genderqueer_dwarf on ao3

I like this scene. It matched the title 👍🏻

Thanks for like and reblog, totally insane number for me. And fyi I fw bottom stan so much so I’ll draw fanart from fic more but all about bottom stan haha

Also I’m not active on tumblr, you can find me in comment section on ao3 :p

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Seeing as y'all loved my idea of Ford giving himself to Stan as a trophy for saving everyone, Stan nearly cumming on the spot so much; I wrote a short about it! Fair warning, I am horrible at spelling/wording things 😅 so beware!

Ford shifted nervously, trying to get comfortable on the bed. He had noticed Stan's lingering glances, how his eyes trailed down his body, how his face would get far to red when Ford was close, how he would excuse himself with any reason he could come up with and sometimes not even that- just leaving the room while blabbering something that could be mistaken for english.

It was definitely unexpected, something he even had done experiments to confirm because it felt so unbelievable but- it was true. It took time for him to accept it, not because it made him uncomfortable but because- well, no one has ever wanted him this way and yet- here Stan was. he never had thought Stan would want him like that, want to touch him, feel him but apparently- he did. Badly enough he couldn't hide it.

Stan always took care of Ford, protected him and now he had even saved the entire multiverse. He wasn't just Fords hero but a hero to all of existence rather they knew it or not. He had given everything so- what was this in the face of that? It was the least Ford could do, wasn't it? He trusted Stan more than anyone, he knew Stan wouldn't hurt him and- well, he was expranced too.

Ford could give this to Stan, to his hero. Take care of him, give him some relief from everything. He could only hope Stan would accept this.

Ford lay on the bed completely naked, his cock leaking in anticipation of what's to come. His mind already woundering through one scenario after the other of what Stan wanted to do to him. His face flushed hot red, he had never given himself to anyone before and now he was laying here in wait to do just that. He was giving himself over to his brother, giving him everything. Ford tenced as the door swung open, whatever Stan was saying had been cut short

"Hey Sixer, yo- " his eyes widdened as he looked at Ford, his gaze slowly trailing down to Fords cock. Stan was already hard if the very noticeable buldge in his pants was anything to go by, but there was still room for this to go bad.. at least- there WAS.

Watching Ford's cock twitch under his gaze, Stan whimpered wantingly. gritting his teeth in his last attempt at restraint but he couldn't help himself. Ford watched as Stan desperately palmed at himself, a loud moan taring from his brother's throat as his knees buckled. Supporting his weight up with one hand on the mattress, tightly fisting the sheets below as his eyes remain locked onto Ford. Stan's body shutteres and jurked and he came, years of need unloading in his pants and soaking his boxers. His head droping behind his elbow on the mattress as the last of his cum left him.

Ford eyes widdened as he watched, Stan just- he came just at the very sight of Ford like this. like he couldn't help it, control himself, couldn't stop his bodies reaction to SEEING Ford this way. Flattery and disbelief couldn't begin to define the feeling filling Fords chest as he breathed out,

"Moses Stanley-- did you just- " Stan looked up from the bed, breathing heavily as he pleaded

"Please, Sixer.. can I.." Stan didn't finish his sentence and he didn't need to, Ford nodded eager to learn exactly Stan wanted to do to him.

"Yes" Stan breathed out deeply, his breath shaking with want and relief to have Fords permission, a soft 'thank you' on his lips. Ford bit back a moan as Stan's lips met the bace of his cock, his toung tasting Ford before he pulled back just enough to speak

"Thank you" he was THANKING Ford for letting him suck his dick. Like it was a privilege. Stan pressed back in against Ford, inhaling deeply as if he was trying to fuse the scent in his lungs. He began licking and kissing Ford's cock, using his hand to pleasure what he couldn't. Slowly stroking Ford, He groaned in satisfaction. Ford softly moaning at the feeling of Stan's rough voice vibrating through him, and then- Stans lips where around him. Slowly bobbing his head up and down his langth, Stan wet and warm toung tasting Ford as he moaned around his cock. Ford couldn't help his cries, his hips wanting to jerk forward in Stans mouth, to feel MORE. He grabbed at his own hair, not trusting himself with Stan's -how could he when it felt THIS good?

"Aah! Stanley! Ooh- fuck!" Stan moaned, taking all of Ford. He nearly screamed in pleasure as his cock slid down Stan's throat, he thrusted into Stan's mouth uncontrollably, he's hands grabbing onto Stan's hair as he fucked his face. Stan's moaning only growing in intensity and God- Stan's rough voice was like a vibrator. One that was wet, warm and completely enveloped his cock.

It didn't take long for his to reach his end, he tried to push Stan off as came but he only pushed Ford's dick in deeper. Thick white cum unloading in Stan's throat with a long and drawn out moan, swollwing everything Ford had to give. He stayed there for a while before pulling off, sucking him until his lips left Ford's tip now free of any sign he had came at all. Both of them panting, trying to catch their breath. Ford barley managing to breathe out, his words segmented between each inhale

"Sweet moses- Stanley... I.. I didn't even need- to touch you.." Stan gently kissed Fords inner thigh, they were shaking and weak in ways completely new to Ford.

"You- have no idea how badly I want you.. fuck.. I- can't remember the last time- I came twice this quick" Ford looked up at Stan,

"Holy fuck Stanley.. you- " Stan pulled his weak body up into the mattress, hovering above Ford as he answered

"Yeah.. I did" with that, he rolled over onto his back besides his brother. Both of them passed out besides eachother, far to exhausted to clean up.

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Mystery Threesome!!!

(so much body hair, wow)

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happy birthday to @aimydraws!!!! you are a wonderful person and i fall in love with your art all the time

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So a very belated birthday to our favorite Stan twins!! 🥳🥳

I meant to write this for Sunday but I got caught up with my own father's day plans lol

But here's a shirt drabbles to celebrate the birthday of Stanford and Stanley Pines!

Spicy shit under the cut 🔥

“Hhhmmmmmm…” Ford groaned as he slowly woke up, the sun shining in his room telling him that it was still early.

“🎶Happy birthday to you🎶” Stanley's voice sang, kisses trailing down his torso.

“Stanley, it's your birthday too.” Ford moaned as wet warmth covered his nipple, Stan's tongue flicking the tip.

The tune started again, hummed against his skin as Stan moved over to the other nipple.

“🎶Happy birthday🎶” Ford sang in return when he got no response.

“🎶To you🎶” Stan took over singing, releasing the nipple from his mouth as he began trailing down again.

“Stanley…” Ford groaned as Stan arrived at his thighs, licking the juncture of his thigh and hip.

“Just enjoy your gift, birthday boy.” Stan husked up at him, grabbing Ford's cock before he could say anything.

“It's o-” Ford tried to speak again, but cut himself off as Stan swallowed him down, letting out a stuttering breath and gripping Stan's hair with both hands.

Ford lost track of time after that, only able to focus on Stanley's sucking mouth as he bobbed his head up and down his cock.

“Stanley, oh God, I'm close, oh Stanley!” Ford groaned as his orgasm created, his grip on Stan's hair tightening as he arched his back, slamming his cock down Stan's throat and cumming.

Ford panted as he came down, squirming as Stan kept sucking, cleaning him off.

“Stanley, please!” At wits end, Ford pushed Stanley off his soft dick, glaring weakly as Stan laughed at him.

“Happy birthday bro.” Stan whispered, laying down on him and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

They giggled like kids as Stan placed kisses all over Ford's face, returning to his lips every now and then.

“What a way to wake up.” Ford said when they calmed down, taking the moment of calm to return Stan's affection, rubbing his hands along Stan's broad back nuzzling their bosses together.

“Enjoy it while you can, baby, we got a full day ahead of us.” Stan warned.

Ford laughed as he recalled the birthday plans Mabel and Dipper came up with over the past week.

“Well, before we throw ourselves to the wolves, would you like me to return the favour?” Ford asked.

“Nah, I'm gonna save it for later.” Stan looked at Ford with heat in his eyes. “Now c'mon, we got a party to get to.”

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“Happy birthday Grunkle Stan/Ford!” Came the happy cries from the youngest twins, confetti raining from the ceiling.

“Happy birthday Dawgs!”

“Happy birthday old dudes!”

Soos and Wendy added their own congratulations as they set off some party poppers.

“Ah, children! My thanks!” Ford smiled, catching Mabel and Dipper as they threw themselves into his arms.

“Uhhh, I hope you know you're cleaning this up!” Stan grumbled, accepting a hug from Wendy and ensuring the bear hug that Soos gave them.

“Aw come on old man, you like this! Admit it!” Wendy teased.

‘This’, was an almost normal day at the shack. Birthday breakfast prepared by the kids, thankfully free from glitter thanks to Dipper's interference. It was a half day, Stan and Soos doing the tours together, switching out halfway through tours and gaslighting the tourists into thinking the other had been performing the tour the whole time. Wendy would play along, pretending nothing was going on and making tourists run off screaming as they thought they were going insane. Mabel and Dipper got some reactions on camera as well, which would be fun to watch later.

Ford, ever the introvert, spent the morning in the basement, working on inventions and experiments. He only emerged when Dipper went to fetch him after lunch, Melody and abuelita having returned with groceries and gifts.

They cooked together, Ford and Mabel banished from the kitchen for glitter related reasons, and because Ford was not allowed near food before it was cooked.

One gift, however, threw Stan for a loop.

“What the?” Stan mumbled as he pulled out a, ‘World’s Best Dad' mug.

“Oh, uh, it's Father's Day today too.” Soos was fiddling with his fingers and he refused to look at Stan. “So, uh, you're… kinda the closest thing I've ever had. And, y'know, I thought it would be funny.”

Melody reached up to pay Soos’ arm, turning to look at Stan. “He means it. And you mean a lot to us. Especially now.”

Reaching into her purse she pulled out an envelope and handed it to him.

Hands shaking slightly, Stan put down the cup and grabbed it. Opening it, Ford leaned in to also see what was going on. Ford's face dropping in shock, he quickly wrapped an arm around his brother as Stan dropped the contents on the table, covering his eyes as he started shaking.

“What is it!?” Mabel and Dipper dived for the dropped envelope, gasping as they recognized the blurry dark shape on the ultrasound images.

“Oh my gosh Melody!! How long!!” Wendy asked.

“About four months now. We just found out recently, and my first appointment was today.” Melody said.

“We thought it would be a nice surprise for the boys.” Abuelita added.

“It is. It's really cool.” Stan managed to choke out, still covering his eyes.

“It's wonderful!” Ford added, smiling.

“Perfect! Now your other gifts will make sense.” Melody laughed, handling them another pair of wrapped gifts.

“Oh?” Intrigued, Ford opened his first, and started laughing, tears in his eyes. Turning the mug he got, he showed off the ‘Best Godfather' cup, decorated with his zodiac symbol.

Peaking an eye out, Stan took a look and laughed. Wiping his eyes, Stan quickly opened his and had to take a minute again when the ‘#1 Grandpa’ mug was revealed, his fish symbol on it.

“Man, now our gifts look lame.” Dipper jokingly complained, wiping his own eyes.

It took a while for Stan to compose himself again, leaving the room at one point, but when he came back he slapped Soos on the shoulder and whispered something to him. No one else heard, but Soos started crying and hugging Stan, so it must have been good.

After sharing a cake in their small personal celebration, the real party started at sunset. The whole town turned out to celebrate their heroes, karaoke, piñatas, food and drink were strewn all over as people let themselves have fun.

Some people brought gifts, but most just showed up. Ford spent the night catching up with Fiddleford, while Stan chatted with everyone, ever the social butterfly. The kids ran around while Soos and Melody mingled about.

But as the party started to wind down, people noticed that the birthday boys had slipped away. They shrugged it off, they were old men after all, so what if they wanted to turn in early, they'd just party enough for them.

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Meanwhile inside, the Stan's were in their bedroom, Ford's old study and the room kept for them when they returned from the sea.

Stan had Ford pinned against the door, their lips locked together as their tongues slid back and forth, each of them fighting for dominance.

“How's it feel to be a grandfather?” Ford whispered against Stan's lips.

“Good. How's it feel to be a godfather?”

“Good.”

“Fuck Ford, I never expected my life to get this good.” Fucking his head down, Stan placed wet kisses against Ford's throat, pulling the neck of his sweater aside. “I never thought I'd get to have you again. To have our dream come true. Fuck, I love you so much.” Stan's shoulder shook as he ceased his kissing, just pressing his face to Ford's shoulder.

Ford wrapped his arms around Stan's waist, holding his close and kissing his head. “It's everything you deserve Stanley. Thank you.”

Pulling his head back, Ford gently kissed Stan's lips. “Thank you for bringing me back.” A kiss to the forehead. “My life has never been so good.” A kiss to the chin, one point of difference between them. “Thank you for saving me.”

Ford passionately kissed Stan, carefully walking them backwards until they found and landed on the bed.

“Ford…” Stan sobbed as Ford ground their hips together.

“I love you Stanley.” Ford whispered as he pulled off Stan's clothes, grabbing the lube from under the pillow where he had stashed it earlier.

“..love you too.” Stan whispered, watching as Ford undressed, wetting his hand with lube.

Standing at the edge of the bed, Ford pulled Stan's body down until he was resting on the edge of the bed.

“You'll have to be quiet. They're all outside.” Ford whispered, sliding a finger inside.

Stan groaned, motioning for Ford to hurry. Chuckling, Ford slid another finger inside.

“They're partying, they won't hear us.” Stan gritted out, hands grabbing the sheets as Ford added another finger, stretching them out.

“With how loud you can be, I don't doubt they'll hear.” Ford teased.

“Will you just-” Stan gasped as Ford removed his fingers.

“Bite your tongue Stanley.”

Ford lined up and pushed inside, both of them groaning at the sensations.

“Fuck! No fair, you get to top on our birthday.” Stan complained as Ford started thrusting.

“Are you seriously complaining? Right now?” Ford groaned, not stopping his thrusting, if anything, he sped up with his annoyance.

“Always Sixer.” Smirking at him, Stan pushed his pecs together, fingering his nipples.

Laughing at how Ford fixed his gaze on the show, Stan groped himself, kneading his own chest for Ford's gaze.

“Fuck!” Giving in, Ford plastered himself against Stan, sucking kisses into Stan's chest.

“Such a perv Sixer.” Stan teased, a hand fisting Ford's hair as his mouth moved to suck a nipple into his mouth. “If you were normal, you'd have a wife with huge tits huh?”

Popping off Stan's nipple, Ford glared at Stan. “If I was normal, I wouldn't have a wife. Or a girlfriend. Or anyone. I only want you, your tits are the only ones I need, you're the only one for me.”

Stan turned his head away, eyes scrunched shut at the overwhelming emotion sitting in his chest. He also refused to cry again. He'd done enough for the next year, and he still had the baby's arrival to look forward to.

Because of this, he missed when Ford grabbed the lube again, straightening up and preparing a little surprise for the one Stan gave him earlier.

Adjusting himself, Ford made sure every thrust avoided Stan's prostate, chasing his own release.

“Ford, what the hell? Why’re you being a dick right now?” Stan demanded when he realized what was happening.

“Trust me.” Was all Ford said, smiling at him wickedly.

Letting his head fall back, Stan just groaned, enjoying the feeling of being fucked, knowing he wasn't going to come anytime soon. Reaching up, he ran his hands along Ford's torso, tracing over scars and admiring the healthy layer of fat that now covered his hard muscles. Stan was proud of that layer, he worked hard to get Ford eating properly again. He also traced over the scars, looking lighter than before with his constant nagging about lotioning, the habit ingrained in him thanks to Mabel’s hard work. His brother looked so much healthier and happier, and it filled him with so much joy to have been a part of that.

He was so lost in his thoughts about Ford that he almost missed the signs of his impending orgasm. Ford was panting hard now, his thrusts getting harder and lingering inside him as his pace stuttered. Biting his lip and moaning, Ford slammed himself inside and stilled, his hips twitching as he came inside.

Stan sighed happily, he loved the feeling of being filled, the warmth blooming inside as his body brought his brother to satisfaction.

“Have fun?” Stan asked when Ford caught his breath.

“Very much so.” Was the prim response. “Now, do me a favour? Move up the bed, head on the pillow please.”

Following the direction, Stan whined as Ford pulled out, cum dripping down his thighs and making him shiver in arousal. His still hard cock twitched in the open air.

Ford, of course, noticed. “Miss me already?”

“Shut up.” Reaching the head of the bed, Stan lay back and put his hands behind his head. “You gonna help me out now?’

Not answering him, Ford just smiled and crawled up the bed after his brother. Stan groaned as Ford came at him on all fours, dropping down when he reached his cock and licking the hard member. Ford made sure to keep his body arched, his ass raised in the air.

“Fuck baby, you look so good.” Stan moaned as Ford suckled the tip of his cock.

Pulling off, Ford pressed a kiss to the leaking tip. “Just you wait.”

Crawling up the rest of the way, Ford positioned himself over Stan's cock.

“Wait, wait, wait!’ Stan cried, hands on Ford's hips to hold him off. “Perp? And you came already, won't you be sensitive?”

“Oh Stanley, I prepped myself while you were hiding from my words.” Ford laughed at Stanley's blush. “And besides, you think I don't want you, beloved? Even if I'm sensitive, I always want you.”

Ford grinned at Stan's look of utter devotion, taking the distraction to line Stan up and lower himself.

“🎶Happy birthday to you🎶” Ford sang as he rose. “🎶Happy birthday🎶” He slammed back down, a hand shooting up to cover Stan's mouth as the man shouted. “🎶To you🎶” Ford started a fast and hard rhythm. He was trying to get Stanley to come because he was, indeed, sensitive and overstimulated, but his brother was worth it any day, let alone their birthday.

Stan's eyes were rolling back, his hips thrusting up, and his hands were again tight on his hips, helping him ride.

“Frd!” Came the muffled cry that Ford was guessing was supposed to be his name.

“Just enjoy your gift, birthday boy.” Ford teased, a callback to his own wake up call.

That seemed to do for Stan, he screamed, his hips shaking and Ford pushed himself down one last time, pinning Stan to the bed and letting him cum deep inside.

Only once it passed did Ford pull his hand away, allowing Stan to pant into the air, mouth hanging open in pleasure.

“Fuck Sixer, what a birthday.” Stan mumbled.

Laughing, Ford gently pulled himself off, both of them groaning at the action. Flopping on top of his brother, Ford snuggled down, humming in contentment as Stan ran his hands up and down his back in wide soothing motions.

Without meaning to, they drifted off right there and then, smiles on their faces.