WARNING: There MAY be some upsetting content. Or I'm just overreacting. Here they are anyways because better safe than sorry. 1. Slight dub-con (trying not to spoil much, but it's NOT the M part, going no further than touching.) 2. Angst (there's a good chance you'd have problems too if the object of your affection and sexual tension was a precious cinnamon roll.)
TO GUEST: (Sorry I can't personally message you, but in case anyone else has concerns about the topping and bottoming thing; I see "submissive" and "dominate" different than "topping" and "bottoming". So.. they kind of both get to be submissive and dominate to an extent (Sans will be more dominant in both versions), but I swearsie that's all the flexibility going on.
Author Note: WOWIE! Thanks for reviewing, you exceptional readers! Also! I got permission from JoyceW-Art (Tumblr) to use their artwork for the cover~ Which I'll enact later. The link to their art will be put in the description of the fanfic.
Speaking of Tumblr, the Lord of Puns, Punishment, and Pleasure has a blog!
(This is a bit of a "special".)
/Chapter 12 - Hip Hip/
Both the skeletons jumped, "FLOWERY!?"
"Flowey," it corrected once more, face still stuck in a.. cute expression? It was sort of suspiciously cute now that it apparently had a face.
"FLOWEY!"
It bowed happily at the correction, sparing its sunshine-and-rainbows smile to both brothers, but resting on Papyrus after a few head turns, "Hi. Why, this is shocking."
"yeah.." Sans muttered to himself.
"IS IT?" On the other end of things, Papyrus acted as if a talking flower was normal. Then again, this was supposed to be the thing he'd put the trust of his unshielded friendliness in for what might be a year now. This was the center of the "flower friend" stories.
"Golly right it is! I was just asleep for a few winks, and now it looks like I've missed something." Something about the flower cheekily looking away was a good reminder they were still holding hands. Soon enough, and with two gasps, they weren't.
"YOU DIDN'T MISS ANYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT!"
"Really?" Pause, "Mind giving me an idea? Just a hint," It twisted a little in Sans's gut to hear his own words from the plant's mouth. But that wasn't the only thing about it that rubbed him the wrong way.. The flower his brother told him about...
"NO IDEAS! F-FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!"
He'd envisioned it being a prank. What trampled into the space of his theory was golden, and no one was manipulating a voice into the thing he refused to believe was a monster. It wasn't even an imaginary friend like he thought upon seeing it. Nothing about this screamed normal.
"Hehe, I'll let you get away with it for now, but friends aren't supposed to be this stingy."
"BUT FRIENDS SHOULD FORGIVE THEIR FRIEND FOR PROTECTING THEM FROM THE SCARY ADULT WORLD! HEAVENS YOU'VE ALREADY EXPERIENCED TOO MANY SHOCKING SIGHTS! WHY, THAT SUGGESTION TO-"
"Woah! I just noticed.. What's that on your armor?" It was faint, orangey-red splots of varying intensity on the front Papyrus connected Flowey's line of vision with.
"CATSUP. NYEH HEH HEH! LET'S JUST SAY YOU CAN COUNT ON ME IF YOU EVER GET ANY ON YOUR CLOTHES! BUT LET'S NOT GET SIDE-TRACKED!" He cleared his throat, "HEAVENS YOU'VE ALREADY EXPERIENCED TOO MANY SHOCKING SIGHTS!" Flowey started making odd faces, "WHY, THAT SUGGESTION-" Flowey took a few audible, frantic breaths.
"Achoo!.." Loud. The only babbling mouth shut tight. "Oh golly that sneeze was an embarrassing one.. Anyone have a napkin?"
"NYEH," Papyrus shivered in revolt.
"..." Nope. "..." Nope. ".. here," Sans finally offered, finding anything in his pockets to wipe up the oozing germs.
"Thanks. But silly, I don't have hands," two wimpy leaves made themselves more evident to back that up, "I'm just going to have to hope and pray for some pity here."
The thick green mucus-.. was disgusting. As a good brother and lover, Sans didn't even ask Papyrus to. He went ahead, made a slight nauseous noise and unfurled the white fabric, only to find out it was soiled so he'd probably have to find something other than it, but at least Papyrus had seemed relived. Yet strangely he paled again and was staring. At Sans's hands. "Oh boy. Who'd have thought you'd have that in your pocket.. (ya weirdo)."
Immediately, only one skeleton seemed to be freaking out, and he directed the holler to the heavens he'd never seen, "OH MY GOD! IN ALL LIFE'S DASTARDLY PLOT TWISTS, WHY DID MY POOR FRIEND HAVE TO BE EXPOSED TO THIS SAUCY INDECENCY!"
".. oh this saucy thing? it's just a little article i keep for when i'm feeling under it."
Sans took it so cool that everyone froze. Flowey's snot dribbled down some (and into his gaping mouth, causing him to dry heave). Papyrus's puzzlement won over everything when nothing else happened, "UMM.. UNDER IT?"
"under it."
"..."
Flowey (with a regained composure) sighed in annoyance. The two brothers were ready to just dwell in the silence. Like they both understood something. But he couldn't stop prodding today, "Under what?..." A bit of a skeletal smirk from one, "Under where!?" An apologetic smile from the other.
Sans's face morphed into a victorious grin, reaping in the flower's non-grinning face as it sunk in. Flowey near snarled and made a sound kin to a hiss. Immature, immature, immature!
"was that too childish?.. oopsie 'daisy'. in all honesty, there's nothing symbolic going on here with this underwear. don't 'weed' too far into it."
Plop
"..." Papyrus looked down to the soil where a hole stood with nothing in it, no more bright-sunny-face-turned-hopping-mad. Then to Sans, "YOU TWO MIGHT NEED TIME TO BOND PROPERLY. BUT SINCE THAT'S THE CASE, I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SHALL SEE THAT THE BONDING HAPPENS!.. LATER." Since Flowey did not seem like he was returning soon.
"yeah? a lack of bonding time is probably the 'stem' of the problem," Papyrus had a slight "And your jokes" glare (at least it was supposed to be, but there was hardly any true anger behind it), "i'll 'leaf' that to you then."
The (weak) glare suddenly softened out with pink in under a minute, and Papyrus averted his eyes, "LOOKS LIKE WE WOULDN'T BE A BAD INFLUENCE ON FLOWEY NOW..-" and a sensual tone of voice arose, "-SO HOW ABOUT THAT IDEA?... SANS..?"
"huh, woah. uhh.. i'm-.. down to 'clown'," He sputtered out excitedly, suddenly worried about what his face looked like as he felt a bright warmth flush over his entire head. But the moment seemed to be up as Papyrus only stared at him.
"ARE YOU CALLING ME A CLOWN..?" The thought seemed to process before Sans could refute it, and Papyrus's slightly raised eyes closed tightly. In laughter, "THAT WAS PRETTY FUNNY OF ME TO CLEVERLY ALLUDE TO IT! NYEH HEH HEH!"
"wait. papyrus. it's just your face that's funny, that idea sounds really good."
His eyes opened to stare again. Something processed, "WELL AS LONG AS IT BRINGS YOU LAUGHTER, SANS!" And he smiled. The idea part innocently ignored. Sans and Undyne simultaneously dragged their fingers to almost run down their eyes. Even some of the readers "ugh"d.
'but smooching by undyne's house isn't as good an idea as thought- now that i actually think about it..' "wanna head back, bro? i have to acquaint you to a mirror."
"HEY, I WAS TRYING TO POLITELY DECLINE IT, BUT THAT SOUNDS UNDENIABLY RUDE, SANS!"
But they were no-hassle through a shortcut once barely out of Undyne's view. All she now knew was that her pyjamas were in sight and she'd finally be able to return to her little nerd's house. Correction, 'the' little nerd's house. Not her's as of the current time, but.. She blushes, and only remembers the skeleton brothers when trying to clear her mind of her own love life.
She'll definitely have to learn how 'yaoi' works in anime.
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"WHY AM I A CLOWN. SAAAANS."
"never pass out when there's markers about, heh heh."
"THEN LET'S SEE HOW FUNNY THIS IS! I HAVE A SECRET ABOUT THIS BATTLE BODY, AND I WANT YOU TO FIND IT! NYEH HEH HEH!"
They were in the living/dining room, and the mirror Sans had propped up on the table didn't look in danger of falling off. If this turned out to be another tousle, which they were becoming more renown for, they could probably bring it to the couch. Or even the floor was alright. The table might be a little risky, but still workable. They would also be able to do it in the kitchen, the main ideal being an open space with little to knock over if they got rough and really into it.
Before any of that, Papyrus was waiting for him to take a guess. "alright.." '... his outfit is a lot more.. -not there- than i remember..' Now daring to check him from head to toe, he started questioning why it felt weird. To see his whole body. They'd only been dating for four days, so there shouldn't have been any thirst to suppress that stopped him from knowing what his own clothed brother looked like before.
"YES, THINK HARD ON THIS! I DID NOT SAY IT'D BE EASY!"
".. how about your boots?"
"NOTHING BUT CLEAN SOCKS AND A MOTH BALL IN THE LEFT!"
"can't believe you 'left' that there since then." (From one of Sans's older pranks.)
"SANS! STAY FOCUSED!"
"heh heh, i am. my next guess would have to be those cool gloves of your's."
"INCORRECT!.. DO YOU REALLY THINK THEY'RE COOL?"
"i 'g'love them."
Papyrus flickers between laughter and 'seriousness'. "NEXT GUESS!"
"umm.. your chest piece?" He's able to somewhat hide his growing nerves.
"NOPE! IS THAT THE 'CHEST' YOU CAN DO!?"
Sans nervously laughs. Oh no, he really shouldn't. But what else was there..? "there?" His finger speaks for him, pointing to an area directly below where Papyrus would wear a belt if it went with his outfit.
"HERE..?" He looks around shyly with some kind of smile, "BROTHER, YOU MUST BE TOO FOCUSED ON MY AMAZING PHYSIQUE. THERE'S NO SECRET TO MY LEGS!"
Sans facepalms and is able to feel the warmth on his face. Of course that wasn't right.
"CHEER UP! THAT WAS A GOOD GO AT IT! IN FACT, I'LL REVEAL IT MYSELF AS A CONSOLATION FOR YOUR EFFORTS!" Sans peeped through his fingers to see Papyrus pull down one of his black sleeves up to his elbow. Lodged in his forearm gap was a blue marker. Then it all happened fast.
Papyrus armed himself with it, popping off the cap before leaping at Sans. His prey's eyes struck fully open. He managed to teleport, leaving Papyrus to bounce himself off the table after charging at thin air, rocking the mirror on it. He spots Sans, just behind him now, "THE JOKES ON YOU! NYEH HEH HEH!" And they begin the tickle/marker fight. (I'm not good at fight scenes, so let's skip that.)
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Eventually they came to an agreement; wash up and chill. The permanent marker didn't come clean off, leaving them with numerous 'battle scars'. (One of them, Sans recalls being drawn on him particularly long when Papyrus had the upper hand, read "I LOVE YOU". Other than that, most were lines and dots. Sometimes that accidentally formed pseudo pictures, though. The infamous being two circles and a vertical line between them..)
Papyrus started staring at him. "what is it, bro?"
"JUST STARING BACK," he chuckled.
"oops," Sans broke his hard gaze for a second, "hey, papyrus. we still have time before tonight. can we.. talk?"
"CERTAINLY! WE'RE EVEN TALKING RIGHT NOW!"
"sweet.. how about some seats?"
"SURE!"
They casually strolled from the kitchen sink to the table, chairs across from the other. Something about it did make Papyrus start to worry his two magical eyebrow-lines together, both sitting down in silence.
'it has to be brought up at some point.. it has to be brought up at some point...' "what kind of things do you talk about with flowery?"
"FLOWERY.." It looked like he was tasting the word itself. Did Sans disapprove of him? What about if he knew the inappropriate things the little flower said? "IS.. I CAN'T QUITE TELL YOU. FOR REASONS."
"papyrus. when you say things like that, well, it's worrying."
".. IT'S NOT, NOT LIKE THAT! FLOWEY IS JUST NOT SO INNOCENT, AND- UHH, BUT I'M SURE IT'S A ONCE IN A LIFE TIME THING!.." Now they both seemed to have a knitted expression of worry. Or consideration.
Sans wanted to say something when all that come out was an astonished moan. Papyrus seemed astonished too even though it was his foot in Sans's lap. Before anything else happened, Sans placed his hand somewhat firmly on his foot. To still or encourage, neither knew. There's no boot on his foot. "SANS.." He almost succeeds in talking quietly. And that was enough to get a response from Sans.
"guess we're going to 'spaghetti'ng to know each other better foremost.." Though the timing seemed weird, Papyrus could no doubt feel how much Sans wanted it anyways. Willingly dropping the subject of that suspicious flower, even. If Papyrus wasn't so innocent, which he couldn't be the way his foot began moving as Sans's grip slackened, then- "so.. still have a 'bro'ner?" the note wasn't so innocent either.
He had hoped. But how taken back could he be when Papyrus instantly seemed confused like he'd already pictured him being at such a filthy thought. Of course Papyrus wouldn't think of these gross fantasies. Then why..
".. I.. DON'T GET IT." No answer. He tasted his words again before adding in, "CARE TO EXPLAIN YOUR JOKE..?"
"'brother' and 'boner'. heh. the same meaning it had earlier... why do you have your foot there?"
At last, something seems to make sense to Papyrus. His uncertainty becomes apologetic as he quickly removed his foot that Sans was no longer holding, "I'M SORRY! I KNEW I SHOULN'T HAVE, BUT I DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS JOKING!" If Sans didn't have a reason to distrust the flower, now he did, Papyrus realized after the words came out in panic, "I-IT WAS ONLY A JOKE, SO PLEASE!"
A sick disgust Sans had for himself grew stronger. And that weed, pulling that kind of prank on Papyrus..
"PLEASE DON'T BLAME HIM!" His face must have looked grotesque since Papyrus reeled back a bit, "SANS-!" Papyrus must be disgusted in him as well. If he only truly knew what lewd acts Sans thought of doing, how much would he hate him. "-.. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?"
Those eyes turned pitch black weren't trained on anything. Sans didn't see the concern on his brother's face as he mumbled, "don't know. not yet. for now, we should stop being together. just as a couple. we can still be brothers. heh.. we were 'bone' to just be brothers." That unseen face welled with tears and- Maybe anger. Most certainly sadness.
"WHY? PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE, I DIDN'T KNOW IT'D BE AN UNFORGIVABLE ACT!"
"that's why. you don't know what you're doing."
'Don't know what you're doing'.. "WHAT DON'T I KNOW..?" And there's no answer no matter how many seconds can be heard ticking by. The funny thing about that old clock is that was the first time he heard it's soft clicks. For at least the moment, the sadness is gone, "SANS, WHAT DON'T I KNOW!" and he nearly screams. "IF YOU CALL ME STUPID AND DON'T EVEN BOTHER TELLING ME WHY, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!? HOW CAN I-..."
I just want you to be happy.
A tired laugh fills the room after more seconds are heard. "yeah, i'm sorry. you're not stupid," and it's not a lie.
"will you let me try something?.. will you stop me if it's bad?"
The odd relaxed tone returned Papyrus to a quieter volume. He nodded. It was hard to believe Sans didn't consider him dumb and to just put away the brewing anger, but the butterflies didn't fail to return as Sans approached him.
Without height standing in the way in their current positions (Papyrus still seated), Sans easily brought their mouths together. Entrance was given, their tongues immediately beginning to dance together, detectably moved by mostly hidden aggression and desire. Neither tried to touch the other for the time until Sans groped Papyrus's nether regions. A flinch, but even when the grope was just the beginning of borderline rough touches, Papyrus did little more. Before Papyrus was moaning into the kiss, Sans completely pulled away. Evaluating everything Papyrus was showing. There wasn't a sign of disgust, but Papyrus couldn't understand what was happening..
".. why didn't you stop me? i know i'm good, but-.." he let the farce at lightening the mood trail off into an upset grumble, hands thrusting into his pockets.
"STOP YOU FROM WHAT?"
'he doesn't understand, why'd i think he'd stop me..' "welp.. successful experiment, yay... i'm sorry for taking advantage of you," He turned away. Walking casually.
"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" Papyrus's definite feeling is fear. "SANS! SANS!.. A-ARE YOU BREAKING UP WITH ME!?"
To his temporary relief, Sans paused to answer, "have to. i'm messed up, and there's things on my mind. you don't deserve to be wrapped up in this web of a disaster.. gotta 'fly'. see ya later."
"SANS!" Magical desperation fizzles into the air. Papyrus doesn't know what to do with it, "S-SANS, STOP RIGHT THERE!" "PLEASE" is hastily tagged on as he forms blue clouds to pass through Sans. Sans halts at the chill, and immediate realization sets in as the first cloud drifts far away enough to be made out as a blue bone. With his low hp, he has no choice but to let them run their course.
The magic sets a crazy weight on his shoulders, allotting him strength only to stumble to a lean against the wall leading to the door after the attack's over. Ridiculously enough, he didn't even take damage for moving for the first two. He can only conclude they were 'fakes'. But he may have also faked it out. The way from his seat to the door could have been crossed faster, and yet.. Here's he was, back against the wall, brother rushing to his side, "SANS, MY APOLOGIES! I DON'T WANT YOU TO LEAVE ME!.. THOUGH THIS MIGHT HAVE BEEN A BIT EXCESSIVE! PLEASE, YOU'RE MY 'BRO'NER AND I LOVE YOU!"
'Bone' and 'brother'.
Sans sighed and let his heavy eyes shut. He was about to slump down to the ground when Papyrus surprised him once again- His wrists were grabbed and pinned above his head. (Of course, the skeleton had to kneel to be close to the shorter's height.)
"STAY WITH ME! D-DON'T TELEPORT!"
".. guess we can 'hang' out for a bit," the hold loosens, "later." And Sans begins to flail. The harsh pull of the magic doesn't make any of it easy, the exhaustion is quick to show on his weak body, and Papyrus pales, at a loss.
He resolves simply to jut a hip between Sans's squirming legs.
"hng" 'sh-sh-..oot.' Sans breathes out without ease. Was it a genius on-the-spot plan to wear himself out of his frustration by struggling? Apparently not. Not when Papyrus got him worked up in another aspect so easily. And innocently.
"BROTHER. I SEE THAT YOU ARE TRULY ANGRY. AND I CAN'T BLAME YOU.. BECAUSE I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT'S EVEN ABOUT. WHAT I DO KNOW IS WHAT UNDYNE TAUGHT ME. I MUST FACE THIS HEAD ON! WHATEVER IT IS, I WILL BE THERE FOR YOU!"
"heh, you're angry too.."
"BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FIX THIS!"
"you shouldn't even try.. i just want you to be happy, and-"
"AND YOU MAKE ME HAPPY BY BEING HAPPY YOURSELF! I AM SERIOUS ABOUT US! WHEN I CAN MAKE YOU HAPPY BECAUSE YOU'RE MAKING ME HAPPY FROM BEING HAPPY BECAUSE I'M MAKING YOU HAPPY, I HAVE NO SECOND THOUGHTS! I JUST THINK ABOUT THE SECOND DATE AFTER, AND THE SECOND I SEE YOU- I-I.." Papyrus looked at him and the tears began to spill.
"bro, i- nnngh" Papyrus had pushed his sobbing face against Sans's neck. A weak spot..
"-I REMEMBER THE PUNS YOU TOLD ME, AND I HATE IT, BUT I SMILE! AND-AND-!" Papyrus felt a small shiver. He brought his head back enough to look at Sans with curious eyes. Sans was.. feverish?
"papyrus, you're pure. and i'm dirty... don't touch me. please."
He successfully calmed himself enough to ask, "WHY," but it wasn't really stated as a question.
"i just am. if you touch me, i'll get sick ideas in my head."
"WHY."
"maybe it's-.. since i love you" if he truly loved him, wouldn't he be better at controlling his one-sided lust? ".. but that's no excuse."
"THEN WHAT IS. SANS, IS THIS WHAT PEOPLE IN LOVE DO?.. WHY CAN'T WE? HOW DOES ANY OF IT MAKE YOU 'DIRTY'?"
Fuuuuuuuuuun times ahead. What was he responsibly supposed to say..? Sans guiltily retreated into his sweater to hide from the questions. (He would have literally tucked his head in to it, but that wasn't possible while his arms were hoisted up). Papyrus was confessing such pure feelings, yet what he wanted to do to the other shouldn't even be spoken in front of him.
Sans didn't have enough DETERMINATION to proceed. This puzzle would have to be solved 'ON MY OWN!. . . HE DIDN'T REACT GOOD WHEN I FOLLOWED FLOWEY'S SUGGESTION (LOVE EXPERTS MUST BE A FRAUD!). . . GOD, WHY DID FLOWEY WANT ME TO PUT MY FOOT BETWEEN HIS LEGS? IT'S AN EVASION OF PERSONAL SPACE! . . . BUT HE DIDN'T SEEM TO MIND IT AT FIRST. AND THAT HOT VOICE HE WAS TALKING IN, SAYING WE'D 'SPAGHETTI'NG TO KNOW EACH OTHER BETTER..'
"SANS... DOES IT FEEL-" 'GREAT? NO, THAT'S TOO STRONG A FEEL!' "GOOD..?" He timidly asked another question as he rolled his hip.
Caught of guard (and in his self-destructive thoughts), Sans carnally rutted when Papyrus stopped. He slowed to a hurried stop as he came back to the real world, and Papyrus stifled a "NYEH HEH HEH!" at the non-verbal affirmative. (Love experts were real!) But he wasn't going to do anymore until he got actual consent.
".."
"I WANT TO MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD. YOU SEE.. I LOVE UNDYNE TOO, AND FLOWERY. THEY'RE CHERISHED FRIENDS, BUT I ONLY WANT TO-.. W-WELL! WITH YOU, I-.. N-NYEH... WOWIE THIS IS WEIRD WHEN I'M THE ONLY ONE TALKING.. SANS... PLEASE..."
"i'm dirty in one way for sure," Sans mumbled, happier than he was moments ago. Just that tuned out the clock for Papyrus. "i'll explain the joke to you later. for now.. if you-.. don't think it's gross.. you make me feel great.."
"W-WOWIE!" Papyrus went flushed.
'in more ways than just erotically,' he got a little color as well thinking about how much Papyrus was confessing he loved him. How much Papyrus, his bro and 'bro'friend, meant to him. Also, there was that hip pressed against his hard on..
"THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL MAKE YOU FEEL EVEN GREATER, THEN!"
There was no further wait. Papyrus began a sexy hip dance (which Sans would have chuckled at if each sway wasn't sending a jolt of pleasure).
"hnngh. hah... h-ahh, papyrus," Sans gasped almost near the start. He wanted to buck his hips, but the weighted blue magic restrained him. The pressure almost hurt as he realized how starved he was for his brother, how long he'd wanted any sexual stimulation from him. This was almost too much, and yet- "faster."
The voice wispily begged, or commanded. Hotly.. It made Papyrus long for something that, strangely, he couldn't even imagine on his own. But he ignored that and began to make sloppier circles, forgetting grace for speed, and words for light panting.
"heh heh, i was.. hnnnnn, closer than i thought," Sans's panting sounded heavy. His chuckle made the other shudder deliciously, that along with how Sans's face looked.
The strain on his wrists was growing stronger. His legs weaker. Not a comfortable situation, but he couldn't complain. He could only moan, and let his thoughts race pointlessly without forming properly. 'yes, f-ugh-yes, faster, you're- hnngh. best bro of the year- i just-'
"hn ha-aah!" At the yelp, Papyrus stopped.
"ARE YOU OKAY!? I'M SORRY!"
Sans almost inmonsterly growled as he couldn't do much himself on Papyrus's stilled hip, "Don't be. Just-.. faster. .. please." His mind was foggy and heavy, and he didn't know much else except that he soon felt Papyrus complied. Great, he hoped he didn't scare him. But the aching pleasure and need and the foggiest only increased. He wanted it so bad that he began thrusting against the magic, shutting his eyes as he quivered and felt the seconds stretch out while he gasped with every shock of climax. "pa-papyrus!" That sent a huge shiver of anticipation down the named skeleton's spine.
Sans groaned a few times as he quickly seemed to wear out. Papyrus took that as a cue to slow down before ceasing his sways when it appeared to be the right thing to do (by Sans's lack of a demonic growl). When Sans's eyes only opened half way in tired fashion, his wrists caught Papyrus's attention.
'OH MY GOD, I'VE BEEN HOLDING HIM WRONG!' Both their arms were lowered. No longer supported, the worn brother leaned against the next sturdy structure: Papyrus. Sans fit well as Papyrus adjusted to accommodate him, head resting on the red scarf between his neck and right shoulder. Arms wrapped around Sans.
"H-HOW WAS THAT?"
"'hip hip' hooray," Sans said contently into the fabric, happy to stay there for the time instead of dealing with the mess. In his boxers and their love life.
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End Note: Might have stole a line from the Regular Show.
And what a plot twist; Papyrus looked like a clown that whole time since the end of chapter 8!
Happy Holidays, after I've left this story on a not-so-happy(?) note! (We'll fix that next chapter! Just know that the last line might be solely from Sans's perspective since he's on a bit of a Sans-hate journey. Speaking of journeys, the top!Papyrus/bottom!Sans shippers might be on a journey to this fic by another, slightly different title. Not saying why~)
TO GUEST CONTINUED: I think what you were reading into in particular is how Papyrus was in "control"? Sans kind of took a step back because he still thinks he's not allowed to touch Papyrus like that, and by letting Papyrus be the one doing the things, he feels less guilty. Also, consider it a really weird hand job. No one is really topping of bottoming when it comes to that I think. But I'm sorry if that's only a personal belief. (This note is excessive, yes, because I'm a little insecure about my writing. Especially the mature parts.)