The updates for this story will be scarcer because I now have a job. I'm still aiming for once a week but it won't be the every four days deal that was going on before.
Papyrus hadn't thought much about what he had done with Sans until much later. He watched his brother move around in the kitchen, traveling from one cupboard to another as he prepared a quiche – whatever that was. Sans described it as a bread bowl filled with eggs and green vegetables. It seemed healthy enough. Regardless, it was as he watched the smaller skeleton prepare a meal for the two of them, something he only conceded to after a lot of insistence and pleas on the other's part, that he truly dabbled into the very pleasurable event that had so recently taken place.
A blow job. That's what The Monster's Kama Sutra called what Sans did to him the other day. Papyrus had read up on it later that night when he was meant to be sleeping. All things concerning it were found in the 'Phallic-like sexual organs and how to handle them' section at the beginning of the book. Apparently, it was a very common and popular sexual act, though Papyrus had never heard of it before. To be fair, he hadn't heard of many things sex-related and had even known next to nothing about how skeletons went about it.
Papyrus frowned and shifted his gaze away, opting to look at the very uninteresting table top. Lack of knowledge – blatant ignorance, to be frank, was what had gotten him into this mess with Sans. Had he been more aware of all things romantic and to what he was saying, how he was saying it, perhaps things would have been very different. But those thoughts hardly plagued his mind anymore. The taller skeleton had vowed never to think of it after all, especially with all the good he's been doing to Sans while pretending to love him. It was getting easier to maintain the charade, despite how their relationship had suddenly taken a huge leap forward.
His eyes moved to his brother again. The smaller skeleton was cracking a few eggs into a clear bowl. There was a whisk within hand's reach he would surely be using soon. Should Papyrus mind how he and Sans had recently gotten sexual? Considering how he felt when he had to kiss him for the first time, the answer felt like it should be yes. However, in reality, Papyrus really didn't mind at all which was a startling thing to realise. Being more intimately involved, particularly – presumably – in the case of Sans, meant a display of more intense and true love. Kissing had also meant that which was why he had been initially bothered by it.
Why was this so different?
As much as he tried convincing himself, Papyrus still wasn't in love with Sans – not even a little. And yet, and he blushed as the thought passed through his mind, he had the barely controllable desire to touch him, to fondle him, to remake the pleasure that had overcame him the night before. It wasn't that Papyrus wanted another blow job, though he wouldn't necessarily mind one, rather, he wanted to try other things he had read about in the book he still kept hidden in his room. He also wanted to try those things on Sans to see if he could make him feel the same way he did.
Maybe that was what was so different. Kissing didn't bring about bliss.
Papyrus shook his head and sighed deeply as he leaned back into the comfort of his chair. I shouldn't be thinking such lewd things…he thought to himself. I'm more respectable than that… then his gaze moved down Sans's frame, locking on his waist and pelvis. It took him a moment to realise where he was staring, at which point he tore his eyes away and schooled himself. Stop it! Stop! Don't— but he peeked back at where he had been staring only to have a filthy thought cross his mind anew; Isn't it rude of me to not have returned the favour?
"No! Bad Papyrus!" He snapped at himself and slammed his face against the table.
Sans jolted, startled by the loud sound, and glanced back, "whoa—what's up? what are you doing there, bro?" he asked with mild concern.
"Nothing, I'm fine." Papyrus assured, flashing him a thumbs up while his face remained glued to the uninteresting furniture's surface.
Sans chuckled lightly, "alright, then." He said and turned back to his task.
Papyrus groaned inwardly and shut his eyes. He was embarrassed of himself. All of his respectability had been zapped away in the span of one blow job – one fantastic blow job. Dear stars, he thought about it far too often to the point of having already dreamt about it. It had just felt so good. Sans's mouth on his cock, wet and hot, sucking while his ecto tongue licked – he knew how to do everything so perfectly it was astounding. Papyrus could never hope to match it in skill if he ever tried the feat himself.
But a hand job is simple enough— He thought briefly before clutching his skull with his gloved hands, No! Papyrus calm down!
At the moment, the taller skeleton felt very much like that character from that human movie both Alphys and Undyne really enjoyed. It was the one with the – what was it again? Chobits – no, hobbits! – and that lanky, creepy character with the split personality disorder that was always bickering with himself. "Give in to your perverted desires and touch Sans!", "No, don't! You're respectable; it's not worth it no matter how good it feels!" and so the dilemma went on. The only way to solve it was to consider what Sans would want. And as much as Papyrus's respectability demanded to remain intact and for him to calm his lust, Sans, according to Alphys and Undyne, wanted the very contrary.
Without a second longer spent dallying on what he would do, Papyrus shot up from his seat. He wandered to Sans and pulled him into a hug from behind. The gesture startled his smaller brother who nearly dropped his whisk and juggled with it a bit before catching it again. He laughed nervously and though he was tense, he leaned into Papyrus albeit shyly.
"y-you scared me, pap. what are you…" he began but his tone trailed off when Papyrus buried his face in the crook of his neck and tightened his grip around Sans's middle. He felt a shiver run up the smaller skeleton.
"I…I really tried stopping myself…" Papyrus mumbled beneath his breath. He wasn't sure whether he was addressing Sans or himself. It hardly made much of a difference anyway.
His hands wandered beneath Sans's clothes. One of them toyed with his ribs while the other one teased his pelvic bone. Sans yelped and clutched his whisk tightly, unsure what he was meant to do. Small, cute sounds left his mouth as Papyrus's hands fondled his most erogenous areas.
"p-pa…papyrus…" Sans whined, tilting his head slightly to meet the taller skeleton's gaze. Papyrus's heart gave a weird thump as he beheld his brother's face. It was consumed with a blue blush and his expression conveyed just how wrecked with lust he was.
"Is this okay?" He asked, his voice hoarse. He ignored the heat of sexual magic steadily streaming to his own pelvic bone, "Should I stop?"
Sans's mouth quickly shut and he looked away. It took him a peculiar amount of time before finally answering: "no…please, don't…"
"Good…" Papyrus muttered before he realised it. His low tone earned him a sharp inhale from Sans.
He continued his ministration without so much as another word. The only sounds that came from then on were from Sans who was struggling to keep his moans to himself. Papyrus found he quite liked them and made a challenge for himself to break through his brother's will to maintain silence. He seemed to be winning effortlessly. It didn't take much for a drawn out, languid moan to escape. All he needed to do was pinch his second rib from the top and press hard near his tail bone to earn juicy hums. Papyrus consequently abused those areas, nearly driving Sans mad. Before long, he had the smaller skeleton summoning his ecto cock which tented his pants.
Papyrus hardly wasted a second. He moved his left hand to grip it while the other kept teasing that especially sensitive rib. What little will Sans had left to keep himself from being too loud effectively collapsed then and there. Euphoric sounds began pouring from his mouth in earnest as soon as Papyrus began pumping the sexual organ. Sans dropped the whisk he had been clutching desperately and gripped his brother's forearms instead, squeezing tightly as he was overwhelmed with relentless waves of pure bliss.
The sight of him was intoxicating and arousing. Papyrus wondered if Sans was aware of the way he looked when he was so overcome with pleasure. Just looking at him moaning and writhing uncontrollably was enough for Papyrus himself to have his ecto cock sprout in the confines of his pants despite his efforts to resist. Sans seemed to feel it instantly press into his backside. He leaned into it, rutting against it with near desperation.
"please papy…" he whined breathlessly.
Papyrus wasn't sure what that meant. Did Sans want him to fuck him or keep rutting against him? If it was the former, he didn't feel like he could comply at the moment. As much as he enjoyed the feel of being sexual and would undoubtedly enjoy sex, it didn't feel right to just start now. He wanted to wait a little bit, maybe make it a bit special. Fucking in the kitchen seemed raunchy and unfit for a first time. There would be plenty of time for a moment like that down way down the line.
As such, he simply increased the pressure of his grip and the speed of his pumping while he rutted hard against Sans. The two moaned together, the smaller skeleton being significantly louder. Sans eventually had to lean on the counter with one hand for additional support as the pleasure seemed to be steadily incapacitating his legs. Papyrus understood his predicament, also feeling his legs begin to tremble and weaken the closer he got to his climax. It wasn't long from that moment on that his movements became erratic. Sans became much louder and desperate, calling out Papyrus's name like a chant until a final cry had him spilling his cum in Papyrus's gloved hand and the inside of his pants. Papyrus came nearly immediately after with a final thrust against Sans.
They leaned onto the counter, waiting for their breaths and strength to return before peeling themselves apart. They both felt gross and for obvious reasons. The insides of both of their pants were warm and sticky and, overall, uncomfortable.
"We…we should probably change clothes…" Papyrus commented, breaking the silence that had fallen over them.
Sans slowly looked up. He bore an indescribable expression that left Papyrus fairly puzzled. He couldn't even begin to try to deduce how exactly his brother felt when the latter reached up and pulled his face down into a kiss. Their teeth smacked together roughly and remained pressed together for a long beat before Sans released him and pulled away. Papyrus's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't been expecting that at all.
"W-what was that for?" He stuttered in embarrassment.
Sans blushed violently as though just realising what he had done. He seemed to shrink in on himself as he looked away and obsessively stared at the floor. "i-i…thanks…for that…i guess…?" he babbled uncertainly and seemed all the more embarrassed with himself, "i just, uh, really…needed that…"
If they were being honest, Papyrus supposed he could comply as well. He cupped Sans's face with his clean hand and forced his gaze up to meet his. "I'd really like to do that again." He confessed, deepening the smaller skeleton's blush considerably, "Among other things, of course."
Sans seemed daunted by the confession. He uttered something akin to a whimper before hiding his face in Papyrus's chest. The latter laughed softly and patted his head. Sans could be so cute sometimes.
"Go change your clothes." Papyrus instructed, "I'll ready the cleaning machine."
"okay." Sans agreed.
He left hastily while the taller skeleton made a b line for the laundry room. He began fiddling with the buttons when he was hit with the sudden realisation that that kiss had been the first one Sans had ever given him. His hand wandered to his mouth, ghosting over it in awareness. The thought made him feel weird – not necessarily uncomfortable yet not comfortable either.
I…Papyrus paused but then shook his head, I love my brother…
