When he discovered who was behind those dreams, he was less than pleased. In fact, said dream had ended in the middle of him being stroked and touched, back pressed against an unseen individual's front as hot lips and breath darted over his neck and shoulder. The hand had slowed for a moment, and he'd gasped out, “Please don't stop.”
The response? “I like the way you beg, Pine tree.” He'd jerked upright in his own bed, shrieking in terror and yet still burdened with a massive hard-on. He heard Bill's laughter echoing even after he'd woken up. From the sound of it, he was having a blast.
He'd avoided going back to sleep for a long time, convincing himself he could evade the demon and the embarrassment of having played into his hands. Until now. Now, he was faced with a decision.
“My . . . my family doesn't have to know?” he stammered, trying hard to focus on the dilemma and not the way Bill's breath ghosted over the skin of his cheek, neck, and shoulder.
Bill hummed, and Dipper was once again struck with how ridiculously attractive Bill had made his human form. It wasn't fair. No human being with or without eyesight could deny his attractiveness and knowing that those hands were the ones that had stroked him so many nights without his knowledge only served to make his stomach turn more. “If you want to walk around outside of the mindscape with this on,” he shook the collar in his hand, the metal making a small clinking noise that actually intimidated Dipper, “don't let me be the one to stop you.” Dipper shook his head. The demon could see him hesitating, tugging nervously at the bonds on his wrists. He knew that Dipper wanted this at least a little. Dipper knew he wanted it. Bill hovered closer, body pressed fully against Dipper's side as he whispered directly into his ear. “Think about it, Pine tree. All that knowledge, yours. All those secrets, uncovered. You are already so important to the citizens of Gravity Falls.” A hand slid up Dipper's bare back, making him tremble. He'd tried desperately not to think of the fact that he was naked. Naked, bound, and vulnerable in the presence of a demon who was asking so much of him. A demon who could so easily take him. Dipper's breath caught on that thought as said demon tilted Dipper's head upwards and mused, “Savior of the town, protector from the great unknown. Go ahead. Brag about what you've already accomplished without me.” Bill chuckled, the sound making the hair on Dipper's body stand on end. “Then imagine what you could do with me. As your guide. Your lord.” Dipper squeezed his eyes shut, a moan escaping his throat as he shuddered at the words. “I only ask of you one, simple thing.” The hand not bearing the collar slid to grip the back of Dipper's neck and the young man couldn't help whimpering at the golden gaze boring into him. “Let me rule you.”