Asking for the simple enjoyment of the glow following sex was, indeed, too much. Bill, somehow, was hard again minutes after having nearly blacked out from a climax and Tyrone had bounced back just as quickly. Regretfully, Dipper was also feeling the beginnings of an erection restart. He didn't really want to have another round of sex but a part of him was very much into the idea of fucking himself. He'd be lying had he ever answer "no" to the question: "if given the chance, would you have sex with yourself?"

"You don't have to do much…" Tyrone insisted, "You can just lay there and I'll take care of the rest."

The idea didn't sound too terrible now that his clone had stated he was ready to do most of the work. Dipper, even if aroused, was still very tired. He glanced over at Bill, searching the man's face for his opinion and found that he encouraged it as much as Tyrone did. In the end, Tyrone could disintegrate sooner rather than later and the printer might also break which would mean that Dipper might not ever get the chance to fuck himself ever again. It was sort of like a now or never type of situation. So many variables were to be taken in consideration.

"Fine." Dipper sighed.

"Woo!" Bill cheered as he rolled off the brunet and seated himself just off to the side, his cock already in hand, "This is going to be hot!"

Dipper rolled his eyes. He was propping himself up when Tyrone pushed him back down and took a comfortable position between his legs. The brunet blushed something terrible and frowned in defiance. He tried sitting up again but his clone insisted on keeping him laid down on his back.

"I said I'll take care of the rest." Tyrone purred.

He leaned down and crashed their lips together. It was strange but Dipper ultimately enjoyed it. Tyrone knew how he liked being kissed; not a lot of lips but a lot of tongue. What he didn't like as much was being dominated and having a second tongue invade his mouth. Dipper much preferred being in control of everything. He supposed it wasn't too surprising to find his clone exhibiting the same personality and habits. They were, in essence, the same person.

Dipper shrugged and allowed Tyrone to do as he pleased. He glanced to the side and found Bill slowly masturbating to the sight of them. He was giving himself slow and languid pumps. His lips were parted slightly and he breathed shallow breaths. The pupils of his eyes were blow out so much they practically seemed black. The sight of him was intoxicating and Dipper found himself more engrossed in that than Tyrone's ministrations.

The clone obviously noticed and took it as a sign of challenge. If Dipper wasn't going to pay attention to him on his own accord, than he would make him. He pressed his lips to the exposed flesh of his neck and began sucking marks into it. He knew exactly where to start to snap Dipper's attention away from the demon and which sections were the utmost sensitive. It was a perk drawn from having once shared the same brain.

Dipper gasped and his eyes did leave Bill to rest upon Tyrone. He looked at him in as much shock as he did surprise. He hadn't been expecting such daring actions. And soon he couldn't keep his eyes open as intense pleasure began sparking where Tyrone was pleasuring him. He could feel his semi-hard cock gradually become harder as he became more aroused. The need to have it touched grew along with it but he didn't want to beg. It seemed a matter of principal that Dipper not submit entirely to his clone. He was prideful that way. Tyrone, of course, understood and knew this. However, it didn't mean he was ready to let Dipper have his way. He too was of a dominant personality and wasn't about to let the other get the better of him. He would make the brunet beg and cry for his cock if it was the last thing he did.

He bit down on the sensitive piece of flesh just beneath Dipper's jawline and earned a startled moan. Dipper then gripped the sheets and bit his tongue in a vain attempt to keep any more of his moans from coming out. But Tyrone reacted quickly and pushed his lips against his, forcing his tongue in his mouth as his fingers trailed to his hard nipples to tease. His clone swallowed every single mewl and moan that Dipper uttered no matter how feeble.

"Scream for me…" Tyrone breathed in between sloppy kisses.

"Never—" Dipper retorted heatedly.

He tried to push against his clone, hoping to switch their positions but Tyrone was quicker. He grabbed him by the wrists and pinned his hands above his head as he pushed their hips together. Dipper choked on a gasp and moan as pleasure tingled in his cock from the feeling. He frowned and tried to fight against himself but found he had waited too long to try to take the upper hand. Tyrone had locked him into a position of submission.

Tyrone grinned and glanced at Bill. Dipper followed his eyes and found the demon had a flushed expression and was pumping his cock at a faster rate. He seemed utterly lost in the sight before him and the blissful sensation he was enacting on himself. The clone, however, snapped him out of it.

"Bill." He said with a commanding voice, "Get me the lubricant."

The blond nodded briefly and did just that. Crawling a bit before reaching over Dipper for the tube. When he pulled back, their eyes locked together and the brunet saw the hunger lingering in Bill's gaze. It brought shivers down his spine.

"Good boy—" Tyrone congratulated with a brief kiss on the lips. He managed to switch his grip on Dipper so as to keep his hands pinned down with one hand, leaving the other to do other things. "I need you to squeeze some onto my fingers. Can you do that?"

Bill bit his lips and did as he was told. Tyrone rewarded him with another kiss.

"Now move over there," He said and gestured the place where the bed met the wall with his chin, "And enjoy the show…"

Bill obeyed and sat, staring at Tyrone while await for more commands. Tyrone seemed to enjoy the power he suddenly had over the demon. He peaked at Dipper before settling his gaze on the blond, ready to give him more instructions.

"I want you to play with your ass." He purred, "Fuck yourself with your fingers. You're not allowed to pleasure yourself any other way."

Bill whimpered but did as he was told. He opened his legs and poked the tip of his index finger inside of him timidly. The demon only pushed it in further when he looked at the clone and received an encouraging nod. Tyrone smirked and observed him for a moment longer, Dipper doing the same and the two could literally have climaxed from just the sight of him. Bill was more beautiful than he could ever even imagine.

As much as Tyrone enjoyed watching the demon slowly fuck himself, he tore his gaze away to focus on Dipper. The latter was distracted and it was perfect opportunity for him to slip in a first slicked up finger. Without the littlest warning or teasing, Tyrone pushed his first finger in and relished Dipper's reaction. His back arched upwards as a hiss left his lips, and he strained against the hold on his wrists almost enough to break it. Tyrone waited a beat to allow Dipper time to adjust though he only really received a glare.

"Don't be a baby." He smirked and then glanced at Bill, "Now do as I do." He told him.

Tyrone slowly pulled out the first digit and pushed it back in at the same, pathetic rate. Dipper bit the inside of his cheek, daring only to release strained breaths through his nose. The clone rolled his eyes at the brunet's childish behaviour and looked at Bill to see him copying almost perfectly the way he finger fucked Dipper on himself. It was amazing considering the awkward position.

Slowly, the clone increased in speed and the demon followed in suit. The only sounds filling the room were from Bill who couldn't keep his mouth shut as his fingers reached deeper and deeper inside him. His lust fogged eyes were glued to Dipper who kept his own screwed shut in concentration. The latter was so dedicated to not making a sound he was neglecting his own pleasure and ignoring the impact he was having on his boyfriend.

Tyrone pushed his finger further inside Dipper, brushing against his prostate just as he crashed their lips together again in a rough kiss. He took advantage of the moan to leave the brunet to push his tongue inside his mouth. They kissed almost violently for a short instance before the clone pulled away and gestured Bill with his chin.

"Look at him." He said.

Dipper glared but listened all the same. His eyes widened at the sight of Bill. He hadn't really noticed the moans to leave the blond demon until the given point. He couldn't look away anymore – not even when Tyrone added a second finger. It stretched and burned in a slightly unpleasant way but only for the shortest second. The sight of his lover covered in a blush, his hair a wonderful mess from having been fucked by two cocks only moments ago, and his own fingers buried so deeply into his own ass was intoxicating. He was the very definition of eroticism.

The clone smirked, finding the brunet much more calm and, in a way, sedated than he had once been. Dipper didn't even seem to notice he too had begun moaning almost as frequently and as loudly as Bill. But he wasn't about to tell him – doing so would only fluster him into biting his lip to keep quiet again and that was the last thing Tyrone wanted. So he continued to stretch Dipper at a leisurely rate, inserting the third finger only much later. Dipper hadn't been the bottom in a relationship for quite some time and he knew he had to stretch him well to annul the pain.

When Tyrone was satisfied with his work, he finally pulled out his fingers and that drew Dipper's attention back to him. His cheeks were tinted pink and his pupils utterly dilated. "You want me, hm?" he purred lowly.

Dipper looked away with a hard stare. Refusing to admit to it.

"Come on," He said huskily, "Tell me you want me. I know I want you."

Dipper's lower lip tremble as he wrestled with accepting his position or rebelling against it.

"Give it to me." He said, resolving himself with a hint of bitterness.

"Give you what?" Tyrone teased, pushing his limits.

"Fuck me." Dipper said almost viciously.

"Only if you scream for me." The clone insisted.

Dipper yanked his arms out of Tyrone's grip. He grabbed the tube of lube and shoved it into his clone's hands with a warning stare. Tyrone smiled and squeezed the last of the liquid onto his cock. He stroked himself quickly, spreading the lube over his throbbing erection. He then guided the tip of his cock to Dipper's stretched hole and gently pushed in the tip. The brunet's arched his back again, gripping the bedsheets so hard his knuckles became white.

"Fuck—" Dipper groaned.

Bill whimpered as he continued fucking himself while watching the other two. His cock was purpling, leaking precum which dripped onto the bed. He seemed to be so close to cuming but was unable to give himself the last push he desperately needed. Dipper quietly told him to scoot closer with a lazy hand wave. The demon scurried to his side, keeping his three fingers buried deep inside him.

"Closer." Dipper commanded.

Bill gave him a question look but did as he was told. He moved closer, in the perfect position for Dipper to shift slightly and capture his leaking prick with his lips. Bill yelped but pushed further in on instinct. Tyrone smirked and gave a quick thrust, bottoming out quickly inside Dipper. The moan the latter released around Bill's cock had sent pleasurable vibrations coursing through the sensitive member. Bill keened desperately and couldn't resist thrusting into Dipper's mouth. He was so close to achieving climax and the need to spill his seeds was absolutely inebriating.

Tyrone also began moving, giving far gentler thrusts than the demon was. Dipper clenched wonderfully around his dick, adding to the delicious tightness and heat. The clone was quickly losing himself in the overpowering sensation and had half a mind to really start pounding into him. He resisted his primal urge by some miracle in favour of getting Dipper to scream for him just like he wanted to. Of course, the task would be all the more difficult to accomplish now that he had a dick stuffed in his mouth.

"Slower." Tyrone warned Bill who was thrusting erratically.

The demon whimpered but did as he was told. Dipper gave a thankful sigh though it was quickly muffled by the series of choked moans he was emitting. The vocal vibrations seemed to please Bill who always got louder when Dipper moaned while giving a heavy suck. He quickly had him hyperventilating, nearing his climax at a hasty speed.

"Cum in his face." Tyrone told him.

And when Bill felt like he was about to cum, he pulled out of Dipper's mouth and pumped himself to completion. A cry left him as he shot the white liquid mostly into Dipper's mouth – though a considerably amount did land on his chin and cheeks. The demon collapsed onto the mattress, breathing heavily and eyes glazed over with the wonderful afterglow of sex. With his mouth empty, Dipper now began moaning in earnest, unable to stifle the erotic sounds pouring out of him. He still tried all the same but his clone wasn't going to let that stand.

"Come on, Dipper." Tyrone groaned as he pushed in deep enough to jab the prostate, "You know how much we love sound."

Why it was that that convinced Dipper to become vocal, he would never know. That being said, the brunet opened his mouth and he did begin screaming. He threw his arms around Tyrone's neck, pulling him close as he dug his nails in his skin and continuously cried out for more. Tyrone complied to the best of his ability, utterly pummelling into him and hitting his prostate almost perfectly with every hard thrust. Several thrusts later, Dipper cried out louder than he did before and came all over his stomach. Tyrone followed in suit almost immediately after.

Tyrone collapsed on top of Dipper, breathing heavily. They stayed like that for a moment until Dipper began nudging him and encouraging him to move away. His clone then rolled off, laying in between Bill and Dipper. The demon, however, was unsatisfied with his position. He crawled over Tyrone and forced himself in between the two, nuzzling his face against Dipper's shoulder.

"That was fun." He said.

"Yeah." Dipper agreed breathlessly.

"It was hot seeing you get fucked like that." Bill added with a coy smile.

"Thanks." He replied mindlessly.

"Does it count as cheating?" He continued.

"No." Tyrone said and smirked, "It's masturbation."