The next day started like any other, more or less, save for the horrid sensation of dried lovejuice on the small of your back. Gross, had you really fallen asleep like that? You tried to recall what had happened after everything got kinky, but as you sat up in an unfamiliar bed, you realised you hadn't missed much.

You were still at the scene of the crime…so to speak. Evidently, Sans and yourself had fallen asleep still swaddled in Papyrus' blanket, and you whispered an apology and three Hail Mary's when you saw the state of it. It would never be the same; it had several very suspicious stains that were too dry to remove (and several very old ones that were clearly spaghetti sauce). You hoped against all hope that Sans' magic was good for more than one thing.

You rubbed your eyes and peered around the room blearily, finding that both the skeleton brothers were snoring contentedly at your side. You smiled down at them – their usual grins were soft and serene, and the way they were almost spooning was simply adorable. Either Papyrus had refused to leave because it was his own bed, or he must have been too concerned to leave Sans after he had shown so many signs of pain.

Haha, 'pain'.

You almost felt guilty, but you couldn't help noticing that you were a little sore in places…tender places. Scenes from the previous night flashed through your mind, and a naughty little shudder coursed through your body as your eyes danced across the sleeping forms next to you. You sure hoped somebody would be up for round 2 before long, but for now, you'd better save them both some awkwardness. It was cleanup time (oh, joy).

After you had removed your ruined panties (two kinds of cum were just never going to come out) you shifted the blanket aside just a little to check on the state of your skelelover's pants – yup, there was a definite stain right across his crotch. Hm, was the stain slightly glowing blue, or were you imagining it? Deciding not to ponder over it for now, you did your best to remove the garment without disturbing his sleep or looking at his bare bones, but it was proving difficult. Even though you had learned a great deal about skeleton physiology last night, you had never actually seen either skeleton without their clothes on. You were still hungrily curious; you wanted to learn more. You wanted to experience everything a body like that had to offer, because you were probably the first and only human to ever get the chance. Or at least, that is the reason you told yourself. It was only natural curiosity, right?

You must have made some kind of noise or jerked the fabric too hard, because you hadn't noticed until it was too late that a pair of glowing blue pupils were trained on you. Sans had lifted his head from the pillow, and was staring down his body at you. A blush crept into your cheeks as you realised the full extent of your compromising position – you were knelt between his legs, pulling his pants agonisingly slowly down his femurs. You could have died.

He winked good-naturedly at you, though, and shifted his arms so that they were tucked casually beneath his head which made you jump a little in surprise. God, he was so…chill about all of this. You had no idea how you yourself would react if you found someone pulling your pants down while you were asleep, but you were guessing it wouldn't be positive.

"Couldn't wait for me to be conscious, huh kid?" He said, cajolingly. He was revelling in your mortification, and you spluttered a little before pulling the pants all the way off without finesse and tucking them beneath your arm. You pointedly averted your eyes. The cheeky grin turned into a smirk as he looked you up and down, taking in your thoroughly sexed-up appearance and lack of underwear. You were too flustered to care what that look was doing to you right now, and you glanced nervously over at the still-snoozing Papyrus. Sans lazily followed your gaze, picking up on your concern in an instant. If he had been expecting a good-morning blowjob, well, the situation at hand had snuffed out that idea almost instantly. He looked back at you worriedly, unsure of what to do. His bony hands picked anxiously at his jacket while a barely-there blue tinged his cheekbones – adorable.

Whatever had gone down last night…that was in the past, and he didn't want to risk freaking out his brother. You guessed as much, and pressed your index finger to your lips in a shushing motion, climbing silently over the edge of the bed and motioning to Sans to follow you. He seemed entirely nonplussed at the fact he was no longer wearing pants, and you really tried not to look, but you were disappointed at the lack of a certain blue appendage. He rolled off of the other side, making far too much noise for your liking as he landed rather heavily. Papyrus snuffled in his sleep and shifted almost violently, clocking his brother in the head. You had to suppress a giggle as Sans waddled after you out of the door, clutching overly-dramatically at his skull and shaking his fist like a grumpy old man at his brother, who snoozed on peacefully. Ignorance really was bliss.

As soon as you were out of earshot of Sleepy Beauty, you both began giggling like schoolgirls, running down the stairs as Sans playfully gave chase. He wasn't the fastest skeleton alive (alive?), but you'd be lying if you said that you didn't enjoy the horseplay. You'd been so afraid of how he would react this morning; you were pretty good buds, sure, but sexy times tended to complicate things. For all you had known, Sans might have been a one-night-stand kinda guy. He'd certainly never had a partner in recent years, according to the gossipers at Grillby's.

You let him wrap his arms around you from behind, his snickering becoming even louder as he pushed you firmly against the wall in the living room. You were trapped…oh no?

"Gotcha." He said, voice low in your ear, and the jarring warmth that coursed through you was not from fear. The soiled garments that you had so carefully collected fell forgotten to the floor at your feet, and you bit your lip in anticipation as you felt his body so close to yours. He meant it in an innocent kind of way, but you found yourself getting wound up at even the smallest thing when that damn skeleton was involved.

"Sans…" You mumbled, taking in a shuddering breath. He seemed surprised at that, although not deterred. His eyes softened around the sockets, and he dimmed the lights in his eyes in an imitation of closing them. You felt a pleasant warmth all along your back as he cuddled into your form, just holding you and breathing in your scent.

"I can smell myself on you." He said in wonder. Thinking of why that might be made you giggle nervously. "…You smell Sans-sational."

You groaned inwardly at the wordplay, but you knew it was just his way of showing affection. "It almost makes me not want to have a shower." You offered.

"I'm sure you can hold off on that for a little bit." He buried his face further into you, getting lost in your hair, and sighed. "I like this stuff."

"What, my hair?"

"All of you."

Your face might as well have been made of lava, because boy did that make it burn baby burn!

"I know you have a skeleton under it all, like me." He began using his fingers to feel the forms of your ribs under your skin. "So to me, you're beautifully packaged in extras…not that I think of you like a new car or something."

"I certainly don't have that new car smell."

"That you do not." He pressed his ribs against your shoulder blades, and the action felt extremely intimate. It was almost like he was attempting to touch your skeleton through your skin. The way Sans was moving his fingers into every protruding bone in your body that he could reach was driving you a little bit nuts.

"It's sort of like you're teasing me, hiding your skeleton from me." He dug in his fingers a little, massaging your stomach.

You supposed that was what it felt like for him – Sans had no skin, sinew, flesh, blood, nerve-endings…yet somehow, he could still feel everything as well as you could. His body made no sense, by all accounts. But then again, he did have a magic-ghost-dick, so perhaps it wasn't best to assess the science behind it all. He was real. You could feel the warmth seeping from his bones, the tickle of his breath and the hum in his throat, and that was enough for you.

His last sentence had worried you a little, though. Were you not enough for him?

"You're not going to peel away my skin like gift-wrapping, are you?" You said nervously, only half-joking. Sans dug his fingers in a little more at that, and you found yourself holding your breath.

"And give up this? You're so soft, so warm…"

You rested your head on the wall in front of you, closing your eyes. "I think that about you too, you know."

Sans stopped his ministrations.

"I don't want you to ever think that I don't like you just the way you are. Anything that I don't understand, I want to learn more about." You meant it, too.

"Fuck." He breathed. "If I didn't teach you enough last night, perhaps I should keep you here for extra classes…"

With that, he moved his teeth purposefully against the back of your neck.

"Right now?" You were unsure. "But…"

You felt the teeth form an unmistakable grin against your skin as he punctuated your sentence with a firm squeeze of your ass.

"Butt…?" He said, pleased with himself.

You couldn't finish the sentence, let alone be coherent as he began massaging it through the thin fabric of your nightie. You were still pressed against the wall, pinned by his ribcage as he left room between your lower bodies for his hands to do their work.

"Holy shit…" He breathed after a time. "As if I would give up this for a bag of bones." His voice was full of wonder and appreciation. "You feel so good, so warm…You're so goddamn beautiful that I can't stand it." You gasped in response at the praise, unused to such talk during such times. By comparison, yes, you must have felt like playdough in his skeletal hands. You wondered if you were a novelty for him; you hadn't seen any monsters with humanoid, female sexual characteristics since you came here after all.

"I've not stopped watching you the minute you got here…Wanted to know what you felt like for so long, kid." His hands never stopped moving, and your muscles twitched under his hands as his squeezing turned into soft, massaging caresses. He rolled your sensitive flesh under his palms, letting out a soft sound every time his bony hands touched somewhere new. You enraptured him, and it was quite clear he found you just as fascinating as you found him. You felt stupid for ever doubting that. The thought made you quiver, and he sighed against your ear as you pushed yourself back against him, urging him on. His hands felt so damn good. If you had known he was this remarkable with them, you would have tried to jump his bones long ago.

"Handsy Sansy~" You chided in a sing-song voice, looking over your shoulder to flash him a toothy grin. Your humour fell on deaf ears though and your stomach flip-flopped; Sans was looking like he was in a trance. His breathing was worryingly laboured, and he locked eyes with you for an intense moment.

"Kid…" He began, groaning low in his throat as he began stroking your thighs. "Last night was just-"

"I know." You affirmed, bracing against the wall with one hand. Sans choked back a strange sound when he saw what you were about to do – you were reaching down between your legs to touch yourself with your free hand. You had forgotten you weren't wearing any underwear, and the discovery made you instantly wet against your fingers. Sans was leaning back a little more now, his eyes trained on your digits, watching as you teased at your entrance for him. Deep down, you were slightly embarrassed…but you were trying your hardest not to show it as you parted your petals without shame, revelling in the voyeuristic feeling of the situation. You looked back over your shoulder and moaned as your fingers slipped in a fraction, and Sans looked as though he had blown a fuse with how wide his eye sockets were becoming. A very furious blush formed over his nose, and his teeth parted in awe as he watched you pleasure yourself. The look on his face told you that he had never seen anything like this in his life, and the thought filled you with determination as you arched your back more, presenting a better view for him. Your fingers moved in and out messily, and you tried to ignore the lewd sounds your pussy was making around them as it gobbled them up. His eyes locked with yours as his hands stilled against you, and he would have been motionless if not for the fact he was shaking so much. His hands dug roughly into the globes of you ass, and it confused you for a second, almost making you stop masturbating until you felt something impossibly hot prod against your entrance.

"Oh god." You whined, realising you had succeeded in making him hard. The blue glow emanating from his dick illuminated the sharp lines and angles of Sans' face, giving him an almost predatory look as it concealed the pinpricks of light in his eye sockets. He was shaking so much you would almost be concerned, but you noticed that you were, too.

"Do you even know what you fucking do to me?" He said, rubbing the head of his ghost dick against your wet folds. Christ. It was even bigger than last time, and you could feel it twitch and swell against your labia. The most delicious shiver shot up your spine and back again, forming what felt like an electrical current. You were resting your head against the wall as you moved your fingers over your clit, making room for him to move but also offering yourself further stimulation. Did he even know what he was doing to you?!

"Do you know how many times I've imagined you like this?" He said, stilling his movements to tease you. "How often I touch myself and cum with your name on my breath…?"

Your head spun with his words and all you could do was moan in response. All he was doing was talking and you were panting like a bitch in heat.

"Ahh…Kid…" He moaned your pet name like a prayer, tilting his head back a little and stopping just to feel your heat against his member. "I can't take this anymore. Please, can I have you?"

Christ, did his voice get even lower? He was groaning in earnest now as he gave a couple of shallow thrusts; not quite breaching you, but your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you rubbed at your clit faster. You'd never been so desperate to have someone inside of you before - it almost felt like your pussy was sucking him in.

"Do it." You ordered, glaring back at him with an animalistic growl. "Fuck me already!"

He seemed taken aback by this, and almost seemed to snap out of his earlier bravado until you bucked back against him. His cock suddenly slid inside of you, curving beautifully upwards into that special spot just behind your belly button, and you keened in ecstasy. Sans gripped at the weight in your hips hard; it was sure to leave marks but it made your toes curl against the carpet. There was something about seeing bruises from lovemaking on your body for days afterwards that was just so deviously naughty. His body was quaking violently, as though the effort of holding back from fucking you senseless was too much. Why was he still so hesitant when he was balls-deep in you?

"Sans." You begged, shimmying over to the couch and bending yourself over the arm. Your ass was propped up even higher as you doubled over, forcing him even deeper into you.

"Please, I want you so bad…I have for a while now. God, just…"

You snapped your hips backwards and forwards without warning, letting a gasp fall from your lips. That did it.

The change in him was almost immediate.

Sans wrapped you up in his impossibly strong arms and began rutting into you at an incredible pace. The force of his thrusts actually fucking lifted you off the ground. You tried to look back at him as he fucked you, but what you saw was too much – the usual pinpricks of light in his sockets were gone completely, and his face was contorted in ecstasy. You felt so damn hot and vulnerable, not even needing to support your own weight as your toes scrabbled uselessly for a foothold. You needn't have bothered. His strength was terrifying and thrilling all at once, and you were reminded instantly of just how supernatural he really was as that damn blue tongue materialised between his teeth. It lolled wantonly as drool seeped onto your shoulder blades, and you couldn't bear to look back at him anymore as he gripped your waist and gave a particularly savage thrust. You felt the head of his dick hit a bundle of nerves inside you, and you babbled something that sounded like his name. He smiled cruelly to himself and hit it again, loving the way your body tightened around him from all sides. Wet sounds filled the room as your pussy held onto him for dear life, and the slap of bone on buttocks was the most lewd thing you'd ever heard. His hipbones moved like a piston and never faltered in their rhythm, and you had to bite down on the cushions of the couch seat to stifle your sounds. Fucking hell, he was making you scream - for it to end, to keep going, to never let go…you weren't sure what for. All you knew was that his stamina was unbelievable – any time you had pleasured yourself before, you had always run out of steam before really hitting that wonderful high. But Sans was not running on steam, he was running on ghost voodoo or magic or something but all that mattered was that your orgasm was so intense that you actually blacked out. Your whole world was Sans' cock, it was all you could feel in that moment. Even the couch cushions seemed to melt away from you as your whole body tensed and you threw your head back, letting out a choked sob as Sans filled you up.

"Fuck yes…" He growled, biting into your shoulder, hard. You practically purred at him as he finished then too, and he leaned over you entirely, your limp body supporting his shuddering one as he came in multiple spurts. Your fluids mixed together, coating the side of the couch as they leaked out of you. Some dripped down your leg in thick stripes, and you licked your lips at the feeling.

Sans was panting like he was dying, soft moans and words of praise being choked out with effort as he buried his face into your hair again, damp with sweat. He slid you both onto the couch and rested his full weight on top of you, unable to move any more. He wasn't overly heavy, and you relaxed, enjoying the solidness of his bones against you. He was still inside you too, and you twitched around him, giving one final moan at the sensation before you felt it dissipate, leaving you feeling slightly empty but wonderfully satisfied.

The skeleton shifted with disappointment. "…Didn't…want to leave…just yet." Sans groaned above you, nibbling attentively at your neck and licking the bite mark in an apology. You sighed at the sentiment, humming in appreciation as you felt the warm wetness slide soothingly over your neck.

"Can't fucking believe…that…you…ahhn…" He was at a loss for words, and his energy level was no doubt low. You were having trouble making the words, too; your bones felt like they were made of jelly. With effort, you managed to turn your head and shoulders around just enough to stare into his eyes. The pricks of light were back, and they were full of love. His cheeks, though…they were streaked with tears and sweat. He noticed your alarm, and chuckled lowly before pressing his teeth against your lips in his best imitation of a kiss. That action alone touched something deep inside your chest, and you wrapped your arms around him to return it as best you could.

"Don't worry kid, it's just…" He looked away sheepishly, down and to the side. "…Been a while."

You nodded, accepting his answer for now, and returned his kiss passionately. He manhandled your body so that you were now lying on your back, and he took a moment to just take you in. You felt like the worlds most precious treasure when he looked at you like that, and he cupped your face in one hand, stroking your cheek in small circles with his thumb. There had never been a time in your life where you had shared such comforting and steady eye contact before, and it was in some ways more intimate than what you had just done. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment, before snapping open again in alarm when you saw something move in your peripheral vision.

"Oh. My god." You could only stare in disbelief at a spot right over Sans' shoulder.

"What?" Sans ventured, trying to hide how upset he was at you ruining the moment. He turned his head to follow your gaze, and he repeated your reaction in the form of his eyes opening wider than you had seen them be yet.

"Paps…" He whispered.

Papyrus was watching the scene on the couch from the staircase, and he jolted to attention; he had been caught and his face was burning an almost fluorescent orange. It was clear he didn't fully understand what he had just witnessed, but he had the common sense to know it was something fairly intimate.

"O-oh! Pardon me!" He started, his voice far too high. "I heard a noise and…" He gestured uselessly at the stairs behind him, and you facepalmed so hard that it left a red mark on your forehead. You hadn't exactly been trying to be quiet, or even given a second thought to the other occupant of the house. Sans hadn't moved a bone; he was still straddling you on the couch, pants-less, and seemed to have lost all ability to deal with the situation.

The taller skeleton fidgeted with his red scarf with a gloved hand, looking anywhere but at you both.

"WELL. I UH. NEED TO USE THE BATHROOM." He hollered, exiting the awkward situation the only way he knew how – by crashing through the nearby living room window. You could hear his footsteps fading away rapidly as he belted as fast as he could through the snow, and Sans buried his face into your chest, hiding.

"I cannot. BELIEVE. That just happened." It was far too drama queen for him, and it didn't suit him. You patted his back reassuringly, rubbing small circles in what you hoped was a comforting action.

"I wonder how much he saw." You pondered out loud, replaying the scene in your head. Your chest and cheeks flushed a ruddy red as you realised your back had been turned towards the staircase the entire time.

"How ridiculously slutty I must have looked from Papyrus' angle."

Sans shifted uncomfortably against you. "Nooo…" He hissed, still embarrassed.

"I wonder if he liked it."

Sans propped himself up on his elbows, giving you an incredulous look, which you returned with an innocent smile.

"Are you seriously liking that thought?!"

"Maybe." You were teasing him. Maybe.

His skull began sweating profusely as he attempted to look everywhere but at you, and it was so appealing that you just had to reach out to him. You ran your thumb over his bottom teeth slowly, deliberately, and that got his attention.

"I haven't forgotten how you were last time he was involved." You stated, more flatly than you had intended. You felt his body stiffen up, and shame washed his features. "But I am not one to judge, after all, I did just bone a skeleton man."

It was like Sans couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Then…you don't find me disgusting?" He ventured, sinking his head into the hood of his jacket. His face was clouded with uncertainty, and you knew this was the first time he had ever talked about this. He must be serious – for he had ignored your glorious skelepun.

"I've honestly never been more attracted to anything or anyone in my entire life." You stated. Saying it out loud was empowering. It made it more real for you.

"…And besides, we might be more similar than I had first thought…"

Small droplets of water landed on your cheeks, and you were confused for a moment before you realised he was crying. Sans finally faced you – the uncertainty was still there, but there was also a sort of admiration that you had never seen there before. He shifted off of you, nuzzling your chest in a heart-melting display of affection. You stroked down the side of his arm, closing your eyes and humming contentedly. It was hard to remember the awkwardness of the past few minutes when he was cuddled into you like this.

"I don't think I deserve this…or you." He said, picking at a spot on your nightie. "But…"

You moved your hand down to his bare pelvis, fanning your fingers out against the bone. He jumped at the contact but then chuckled good-naturedly.

"Butt?" You chimed in unison.

As the laughter bubbled up in your throat, your thoughts wandered to Papyrus and Sans.

Together.

And your laughter died into thoughtful silence.