Pairing: Reborntalecest (RT!Sans/RT!Papyrus)
Tags for this chapter: Non-con play, fingering, rough sex, mating mechanics
Sans lays back against the tree trunk, legs dangling precariously from the edge of a branch he currently perches on.
It's an ideal spot for him, secluded enough to make it so he doesn't need to worry about being disturbed by any pesky intruders, but the height still gives Sans an advantage in surveying his surroundings.
Something which has become quite necessary ever since absorbing a human soul. The price of his increase in powers has come steep for the demon, as he finds himself more often getting into fights than he ever used to before.
The few moments of peace and quiet he can get come as a relief to him.
They're short-lived though, as a sudden noise catches his attention. bolting upright in an instant, his wings automatically flare out in an instinctive attempt to come across even bigger and more intimidating.
He growls through sharp teeth, a noise low in his throat meant to scare away any other demon foolish enough to stumble into his territory.
He blinks, scanning the ground with narrowed lids when he catches it, the slightest furl of white feathers visible against the snow covered expanse.
Oh.
Sans smirks, clenching his fingers against the branch and observing the angel crouched in the snow below him, totally oblivious to his presence it seems. They have his back turned to him, and he gets a lovely view of the other monster's backside, beautifully untainted bones set into an elegant frame.
What a treat.
He can already feel his arousal straining against his shorts at the sight, eager to satisfy the sudden surge of desire.
With a thud he lands behind his unsuspecting prey, thrilled by the way he towers at least a whole head above the other being now. Sans can definitely get used to this.
"What do we have here?" He practically purrs, tail sweeping around menacingly and he sees the angel still instantly, hands clenched into sudden fists.
They turn around, have to crane their neck to even see his face properly and their wings curl around them protectively, guarded.
Sans tilts his head, bares his teeth in a crooked smile and they blink up at him, mouth opening as if to say something but seemingly at a loss for words. They're wearing a bright red scarf he hadn't even noticed from up above but contrasts lovely with the white of their collarbones.
"Don't be shy now, little red." He says, curling one hand into the peculiar garment and the angel flinches when his hand brushes their cheek. "Cat got your tongue?"
"Please, I jus-" They start, eyes averting his gaze so Sans cups their chin, forces them to look up at him.
Their face is starting to turn a lovely shade of orange by now.
"You just thought it would be fine to wander across somebody else's territory as if it were your own, huh?" Sans asks, not really waiting for an answer as he steps closer.
They retreat, trying to distance themselves carefully but then there's a tree against their back and Sans basically has them cornered, bringing their bodies nearly flush together.
"It's not like that at all, I was already leaving-" They stammer, trying to disarm him with a sudden smile and it's adorable really.
So adorable Sans can hardly help himself.
"Hmmm." He hums, one arm braced against the tree trunk he has his delicious treat backed against and the other still on their chin, but now sliding down to rest on their shoulder. "Don't worry, pet. I already know how you can make it up to me."
They tremble softly, almost unnoticeable but Sans can feel it against him and it makes his erection strain even harder, edged on by their naive fear. They have their hands braced against his chest, pushing softly but not nearly strong enough to make him back off even an inch and when he closes the gap between them and brings their mouth together they make a startled noise.
He swallows it eagerly, pushing his tongue against their teeth until they have no choice but to relent. He licks into their mouth, and despite more sounds of protest there's something warm and wet there which Sans wastes no time in thoroughly making his own.
One of his hands angles their skull upwards, granting him even better access and somewhere between their whines there's a soft moan that nearly drives Sans wild.
"Aren't you a good boy." He huffs, licking his teeth and they shake their head, eyes wide and uncertain.
Sans drags them impossibly closer and as his dick brushes their pelvis they yelp, pushing at him for real now, trying to get away, though it's no use.
"You know what this is, right?" He asks them, punctuating the question with shallow trusts against their hips that leave nothing to the imagination. They swallow, shaking their head harder.
"Please stop." It comes out more as a whisper than anything else and Sans laughs before flipping them around, pushing them against the tree face first and using a free hand to rip off the flimsy excuse for a pants they're wearing.
Honestly, looking like that they shouldn't be surprised this is happening at all.
"P-please-" They whine again, hands braced against the trunk and they really have nowhere to go, no way to get out of this with Sans towering over them, engulfing them with his frame. It's wonderful.
He forces them to bend over, pressing his covered bulge into their backbone and the pressure is delicious, a little foray of what's to come. They're trembling for real now, shaking their head over and over and stumbling protests Sans happily ignores.
He keeps one hand pressed to the back of their neck, cradling their skull while the other one dips down to the sensitive area he has just exposed. Their magic is already gathered, unconsciously giving in to what is to come and he easily finds their clit, rubbing it in slow circles.
The angel cries out, hips moving but unable to break free and Sans takes his time exploring their folds, pressing one finger slowly into their hole and stroking against the inside of their walls. Wetness gushes out to meet him as they moan, unable to resist his ministrations even if they want to.
A broken whine escapes them as he pushes in a second digit, fingering them open with deliberate motions, never taking his thumb off that sensitive nub.
"A-ah, please stop, stop-!" Their protest trails off as he increases the pressure, suddenly speeding up until they scream out as he forces them to orgasm. His hand is soaked, so they should be more than ready.
They lean against the tree shakily, unable to support themselves properly anymore so Sans grabs their hips, lines up his cock to nudge against their entrance and they're still trying to pull away, something tight forcing its way out their throat.
They're crying. Pale tears streaming down their cheeks and Sans bends forward to kiss them away.
"Shhh, you're doing so good, pet. You're going to take all of me so well."
He presses inside slowly, giving them time to adjust to his considerable girth. Their height difference makes this part especially enjoyable, as he can feel them clench around him almost too tight for comfort.
Once he's all in their bodies are flush together and he curls one hand around their waist, pulling them against him and it's wonderful, how warm they feel. Their wings are pressed to his front, caught between them and they're so soft, Sans just want to drown in them.
He strokes the feathers carefully and they fluff up in response, curling upward. They whimper, tightening around him.
A few more strokes have them shaking softly, mewling as he roams his hand over the part where the wing connects with their spine and Sans can't help it, moving his hips to shallowly trust inside their unbearable heat.
His ministrations are obviously working, he can't help but smirk at the desperate sounds they're making beneath him. But this isn't all about them.
"Now it's my turn, love." He hums against the side of their skull, pulling out slowly until they're keening, then slamming back inside.
They're so incredibly tight, Sans takes no time in building up anymore. Just thrusting into them at a steady pace that leaves them panting, barely able to still make sounds, let alone protest. He fucks them hard, the way demons are supposed to fuck and the angel is whining, choking out sobs of both pain and pleasure.
He uses his hands to angle their pelvis, makes sure he reaches as deep as he can possibly can and they clench around him when he hits a certain spot that has them yelling out his name.
"Ah- S-Sans, so deep, you're so deep." They moan.
With a smirk he picks up the pace, wrecking them beyond believe and their talk devolves into the kind of stuttering that tells Sans he's doing his job right.
Their wings flare out, pulling taunt and with a strangled noise they cum a second time, growing impossibly tighter around him and it only takes a few more thrusts until he is cumming too, filling them with something warm and sticky.
Papyrus sighs, uncomfortably sensitive now but Sans is still buried deep inside him, and knowing demon biology he isn't going to pull out anytime soon.
The demon has mercy on him though, pulling him up and turning him around, sitting himself on the ground with his lover in his lap and his cock still lodged deep in the other's magic, but not trusting anymore.
Papyrus fidgets, trying to get comfortable in the new position and whines when Sans' dick twitches inside him. He leans forward, looking up at Sans with big eye sockets and the demon sighs, opening his arms to allow the embrace.
He strokes the angel's feathers softly, careful to stay away from too sensitive areas and Papyrus smiles into his chest, quite tired after the ordeal.
"I'll admit that was more enjoyable than I expected." He mumbles, hiding a blush with his scarf and Sans just knows that is an understatement.
What they just did was fucking amazing.
"Agreed. You ok though?"
As fun as that was for him, it wouldn't do if he accidentally got carried away and hurt his mate in the process. But Papyrus nods his agreement, drifting off already.
"More than ok." He assures, craning up his neck to press a kiss against Sans' mouth before lying back down and closing his eyes in earnest.
Sans grins, content with the way his angel curls against him and folding his leathery wings close to shield him even more, a quick check of the area assures him there is nobody around before he allows himself to be taken by sleep as well.
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