Papyrus didn’t get how they have come to this situation where he was gently being stripped by his King, responding to his furry touches and his soft spoken voice.
He was gasping, becoming aware of how large was the monarch in comparison to him.
His paws were able to cover the front of his ribcage with such ease his whole body stuttered with each soft brush of those thick fingers.
“This feels alright, i see?” He questioned, looking at him in the eye.
Papyrus only nodded, his cheeks turning a bright color. He placed his hands on the other’s shoulders and gave the fabric a gentle tug. Unlike Asgore, he couldn’t reach the top of his head to undress him by his own.
The King barely parted from him to take off the tunic covering his torso, he soon returned to his small partner to place soft kisses across his bare chest.
“Your m-majesty” Papyrus moaned, his sensitive spots easily covered by the other’s muzzle. Asgore licked the bones with tender motions, only intending to tease him.
“Please my friend, call me by my name” He whispered glancing up, without stopping his gentle ministrations.
“Mm~ No… i… i can’t” He answered between little breaths, trying to not squirm due to his embarrassment.
He couldn’t call him directly by his name, it was against the law!
Asgore stopped, only to look at him in the eye with a mild smile that made Papyrus melt. The King’s eyes were so kind, so tender, but laced with something deeper inside of him: the pain. The pain of having lost the war, the pain of his people having been mercilessly murdered and trapped, the pain of losing his children, the pain of having divorced his queen… everything weighted on his big and sensitive soul.
“Please?” He asked in a deep, silky voice.
The skeleton shuddered. “O-okay”
Asgore leaned in, he used one of his hands to open Papyrus’ jaw as his tongue delved into his mouth.
The skeleton squirmed as those large, fuzzy hands brushed the sides of his body as they kissed deeply, he looped his arms on the King’s neck, deepening the contact. Soon his digits were wandering in his broad shoulders, feeling his smooth pelage, earning small shudders in return.
The King’s touches stopped at his hips, softly pulling the fabric down.
Papyrus broke the kiss with an embarrassed little whimper.
“No?” The King asked, stopping completely.
“I.. i dunno” The skeleton answered, hyper aware of the arousal tightening his pants. He needed to release, but showing the King his nakedness seemed something he wasn’t ready for.
The other seemed to read his thoughts. “At least let me unbutton this” He pointed at the front of his pants. “It must be painful”
Papyrus nodded shyly, his body jumping when he felt the warmth of those fingers across the fabric.
He sighed in relief when some tension was released, his eyes trailing down into his partner’s body to see if he needed to return the favor.
He was mortified to confirm not only Asgore’s hands were huge, but he should’ve expected that. His concern about the pants was forgotten when he noticed the white, silky fabric was elastic enough to hold the whole bulge comfortably, of course, that only made it easier to see through.
A wave of warmth spreaded through his stomach, and he held the need to moan. It was odd for him to have such urgency to touch, to feel other monster. But it aroused him, to see his King’s cock really turned him on.
Asgore broke his trance with a little chuckle. “It might be a little too early for that, Papyrus” He said looking at him in the eye with the same hunger.
The skeleton felt the blush returning full force. “I w-wasn’t..!”
“Shhh. It’s okay, i want you too” He murmured in the side of his skull. “I want to feel you”
Papyrus shuddered, the voice echoing in his cranium.
“You still haven’t said my name, by the way” He mentioned returning to the soft caresses, although this time the skeleton was more responsive, he breathed quickly, letting out small satisfied moans.
“I-i’m sorry” The other answered. “It’s hard to let go of customs”
“Mm. I see” The King nuzzled the side of his skull. “Shame. I’d love to hear you moan my name”
Papyrus’ body jerked when the other pressed their cocks together. Another wave of heat invaded him, but this time he couldn’t resist a groan.
“You can make such wonderful sounds, after all”
The skeleton under him squeezed his small hands in the fur of his shoulders, clenching his teeth together for a moment, before he let loose a breathy moan.
“Ah… As…gore” He pronounced timidly, yet in a provocative tone.
The King couldn’t help but grind on his small partner.
“Papyrus…” He groaned, feeling the other shaking against him.
“Oh stars, please” The skeleton begged. “Please, Asgore, don’t stop”
Even if he tried, the King wouldn’t be able to stop, his name sounded too good in Papyrus’ mouth.
Lol. Okay. I’ve decided I’m drunk enough to answer this. This is specifically for my Supernatural AU from my first day of Shipmas. Enjoy. MIld NSFW below the cut.
I can’t believe I didn’t connect that Twist liked to collect and hoard things because he’s a dragon – that’s very clever, Kit! (Or, I’m just very slow).
Also, definitely read these, they’re really interesting insights into the character dynamics of this ship. And if for some reason you haven’t already – go read that supernatural AU! It’s an absolutely brilliant piece of writing.
Damn his sexy face, damn his
sexy body, and especially damn his goddamn sexy…
“Hey, Red,” Stretch
whispered against the side of his skull. “You sure this isn’t turning you on?”
“N-No…W-what makes…you
think that?” Red managed to get out, inwardly cursing his stammer. He wasn’t
even that turned on by what he was doing. The bet was that Stretch get him
aroused enough to beg without taking his clothes off. If he won, Stretch would
go a whole day without any clothes at all. If he lost, well…
He didn’t want to think about it.
Stretch chuckled against his neck, his breath making his
shiver. “Well, your voice is breaking for one.”
His long fingers were rubbing him in all the right places, but
outside the fabric of his clothes. One hand was against his shirt, slipping
under his jacket to press against each of his ribs, the other had been more
direct, right between his legs, rubbing through his shorts. Red had managed to
hold back his erection for the first few minutes…that was until
Stretch pressed up behind him, mouth close against his skull, and started
talking.
It…is…not!” Red bit out, swallowing down a groan as Stretch
gently massaged the lump that had formed at his groin. “Okay. So what. I’m
horny. I’m always horny. The bet wasn’t to just turn me on. You have to make me
beg. Good fucking luck.”
Stretch laughed softly again, then made a soft, breathy groan
that went straight to Red’s cock. “Okay. How about this then?”
He began to grind against him, pressing Red further against
the dinning table. Red gripped the wood, his palms sweaty as he felt his
infuriating boyfriend’s boner press against his tail
bone. The fabric of his shorts felt rough against the sensitive bone and it
wasn’t long before the area was throbbing with heat.
Fuck this guy… I won’t lose!
“Heh,” Red forced
himself to smirk. “What happens if you end up breaking first? What do I get
then?”
“Oh?” Stretch’s
voice had changed, going deeper, breathier. It made Red’s knees weak. “You can
get anything you want then…”
Red shut his eyes and said nothing, gritting his teeth
together. He wanted Stretch to keep talking. Wanted him to slip his hands under
his goddamn clothes. Wanted him to fuck him all the while talking against his
bones like that, the vibration of it running down his spine, right down to his
groin. God, it was so hot.
But he refused! He wasn’t going to lose without a fight.
“What? Cat got your
tongue?” Stretch whispered, nuzzling his cheek. “Come on, baby. I know you want
it…”
“…Goddamnit, will
you SHUT UP!!”
Fuck.
Stretch’s hips went still, but remained
press against him. Red’s entire body was like a live wire, sensitive to the
slightest stimulation. But Stretch had stopped groping him. His hands lay limp
against Red’s shirt and shorts. The still pressure was actually even worse. Red
could feel his soul throbbing in his chest, aching with need. Even now, he
refused to give in. He’d die first. Fuck this guy.
Stretch laughed once more, this time pressing his mouth
directly against his jawbone. “Oh? You want me to…shut
up?”
Red shivered and the tiniest of whines escaped through his
teeth. Stretch’s voice was pure sex and honey and god…god…god…
He could read the motherfucking weather forecast in that voice
and Red’s shorts would be a mess.
Stretch didn’t bother touching him after that.
Instead he tilted Red’s face, turning it so he could speak directly into where
his ear would have been if he had one. “Red, you’re so fucking sexy, I can’t
stand it. Just watching you, the flush in your bones, the stubbornness in your
eyes. I want to wreck you. Please, let me. Let me fuck you, baby. Just say the
word and I’ll bend you over this table and fuck you until you can’t walk
anymore.”
Red’s knees buckled and he leaned forward heavily against the
table. He’d have bent over it and press his tailbone against Stretch’s crotch,
silently asking what he refused to say, but Stretch wouldn’t let him. He held
his skull in place, panting and speaking in the roughest, deepest, sexiest
voice Red has ever heard in his life.
“Come on, baby. My
sweet, sexy Red. I’m so hard just thinking of you. I want to be inside you,
please baby, please…”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck!”
Red gasped, his resolve shattering to dust. He couldn’t control it, the words
just spilling out of his mouth. “Oh fuck, Stretch, fuck me, god please, please
fuck me, fuck…and keep talking, fuck please, keep fucking talking please!”
“F-Fuck, yes…” Sans rocked his hips against the little slim thing’s mouth, his cock buried down the whore’s pretty little throat. A tight, translucent sheath of pale gold, squeezing and massaging his shaft, swallowing him with experienced ease. Sans stared down at him, imagining him as his brother, wishing it were him. But something like this was beyond his baby brother. Sans knew.
He’d tried.
But that’s why the red district at the Hotel existed, why Sans had gathered and kept all the gold he’d found on corpses and not yet corpses, why he chose this pretty little thing to satisfy his needs.
Long limbed, golden tooth and broken face, no one knew who he was. He just appeared one day. Rumors were he had come from another world, much like this one but better, or worse. It was hard to tell. He spoke little and it wasn’t long before they found him here, standing in the filthy alley in the shadow of the Hotel, leaning against the wall dressed in nothing but an oversized coat and ripped fishnets he must have scrounged up from the Dump.
He had been smart. Made himself useful.
Sans liked him.
“Good. That’s good.” Sans pulled out and the slim little thing coughed, sitting back on his heels and looking up at him like a lost, sad puppy, saliva dripping off his chin. “Do you want more G? I have a lot more where that one coin came from.”
As expected, the lights in the baby whore’s eyes shone with interest. Sans reached down, stroking his skull and the sweet thing leaned into it, purring with affection. He really was like a puppy.
“Come on. I know a short cut.”
~
“Ah…ah…S-Sans…”
How he knew his name, Sans didn’t know, and didn’t really care. It was another bonus, more proof that he had chosen so damn well, that he was so fucking lucky. It was almost a shame really. Just a little.
Sans had him on his elbows and knees, face pressed against a stained pillow. The room was filthy, but still one of the cleaner ones of the Hotel. Sans didn’t care, didn’t mind the bugs. It was no better than the Dump really. And besides, he didn’t notice the smell.
He was face deep in the little thing’s pussy, spread wide by his thumbs, his crimson tongue buried deep as he drank his delicious juices. The baby whore was flooding into his mouth, his thighs twitching with pleasure as he moaned into the pillow. Sans had pushed his fishnets down to his knees, licking up any juices he had missed, sliding down the barely scratched thighs bones.
God, he tasted so good.
~
The sweet little thing looked so good in chains.
Arms strung up with skinny wrists shackled and hung from the wall inside Sans’ shed, his little whore sat on the floor, legs spread wide for him. His pussy was already drenched, making a tiny, golden pool on the straw strewn floor. He never resisted, even after Sans drugged him and brought him here, naked. Well, nearly naked. Sans let him keep his coat. It looked so cute on him and it was freezing out in the shed. Cold bones weren’t sexy.
Sans nuzzled and kissed his new pet’s neck, licking and nibbling. His slim baby moaned, eyes in a daze from the aphrodisiac and pain killers. He took good care of him. Spreading his thighs apart, Sans pushed his cock inside, groaning with how tight he was. Good. He had got him before the bastards could stretch him out, fuck him until he was broken. No, Sans would take care of him now. Treat him well. Take his time. Be gentle.
Keep him useful for a good long while.
“I love you,” Sans murmured against his neck as he began to move, sweet at first, then harder and harder, pounding him into the wall. “My sweet, sweet pet.”
Glittering tears gathered at the edges of the baby whore’s sockets, running down his cheeks as he was fucked. He was smiling, mouth open as he moaned, tongue sliding out to kiss Sans, trying to press as close to him as possible despite the chains. His thin hips rose to meet his every thrust, legs wrapped around Sans’ waist.
Sans cursed, moaning as his pet tightened around him, as if trying to pull him further inside. He saw no reason to deny him what he wanted, plunging his thick cock as deep as his slim baby could take, feeling the pleasure begin to build. It wasn’t long before they came together, covering each other in their filth, before starting up all over again, in a new position, pushing his baby’s face against the cement wall, fucking him from behind.
It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
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“I heard you’ve been a naughty girl… Come here, sit on Santa’s lap and tell him everything, nyehehe~”
…So, *COUGH* I’ve sinned at the end of the year and this is my first publication of something… sexy~ Hope you guys like it! Especially you, my precious bean @canadian-buckbeaver… *grins*
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