The next day, Sans couldn’t really get his mind off things. Good thoughts, bad thoughts. Appreciation, lust, anticipation, worry, self-loathing, frustration - it was a hell of a combo. It ate at him.
Especially the feeling like he was doing something wrong. But after what Frisk had said, he was wavering. Yet, despite his uncertainty about his reasoning, the dread in his gut that this was wrong wouldn’t move. Did that maybe mean he was wrong about why he felt this way? He had no clue, and didn’t think he’d figure it out before they met. After all, his mind kept getting horribly distracted by all sorts of wildly inappropriate thoughts about a mentally ill friend.
He responded to a text from Frisk and set up an actual time to meet, then made sure the room was ready - the sheets in there were really musty, and it wasn’t that much work to change them. He wondered if he should do anything else. He thought of something they might appreciate and smiled at the thought. It meant he had to do a bit of laundry, but meh.
The hours went by. He got Asgore to ask Papyrus to hang out when Frisk was supposed to come over. Asgore was the least likely to ask awkward questions or insert himself where he wasn’t wanted. Undyne needed to be kept well away from all this… she might decide to be helpful and that was almost terrifying. He and Frisk wouldn’t stay at the house, just in case Papyrus came back, but he didn’t want the two to see each other right now.
Papyrus was usually completely oblivious to practically everything, but he had his moments. If he did notice and managed to get any idea what was going on between Sans and Frisk, if he asked any awkward questions… what the hell could Sans even say?
Best to distract him and avoid the whole thing.
All of them, really. His gut clenched at even admitting to anyone that he was thinking about doing this, let alone that he agreed to it. Part of him was convinced they’d, one and all, condemn him for it. And he agreed with that condemnation, even if he wasn’t sure anymore exactly why, so what the hell was he doing?
This was yet another shameful secret that he couldn’t tell anyone about, another choice to willfully do the wrong thing for reasons that he just couldn’t resist.
The hours passed and brought with them a whole lot of feelings of many different kinds. He had thoughts several times of calling the whole thing off, but…
Well, the reasons he agreed in the first place were still true.
And despite it all, a part of him was really looking forward to it.
Finally, the time came. He knew they’d be there pretty much exactly five minutes early and just leaned up against the couch, waiting.
And they showed up, exactly when he expected. They timidly walked in and looked at him, immediately turning beet red.
Part of him was disappointed, but a bigger part was a little relieved that they didn’t look half mad with lust. Mostly they looked embarrassed and so nervous they could fall over. Their eyes went over his outfit and his grin broadened at how pleased they looked.
Yeah, he figured they’d remember what he’d worn that first day, when they met.
“good to see ya,” Sans said. “we’ll have to take this meeting somewhere else, though. paps will be back soonish.”
“Let me guess, we’re taking one of your shortcuts?” Frisk asked with a small smile.
“yep,” Sans said, heading over to them.
As soon as he reached their side, he activated the teleport and felt a draft of cold air.
“Here?” Frisk asked, eyes going wide at the sight of his old place in Snowdin.
“it’s a bit musty, but it’s private,” he said, heading inside.
He could have teleported them both straight to his room, but they'd never been inside before. He figured it would make them feel more comfortable to know where exactly they were. And it felt a little more… correct for them to walk into the house, into the room, of their own will. He felt bad enough about all this as it was.
“Looks like you’ve done a bit with the place,” Frisk said curiously as they looked around.
Eh, he hadn’t done much.
“CORE isn’t running anymore, so there’s no power,” he said, heading to the stairs. “still, i have a generator out back if i need any. the light crystals are good enough. got some magic heating going. no one else comes down here, ever, so it was worth it to do a bit to get it usable. to have a spot that’s guaranteed private, y’know?”
Cleaned out the fridge, replaced the lights in the main room with glowing crystals, replaced the furnace with something he’d rigged up with Alphys, set up a generator out back with some fuel. It was noisy, and so he didn’t like to use it when he just wanted some space to think. That was all.
The most important reason was because his workshop was here and he didn't feel like moving everything. Why bother, when he could teleport?
But Frisk hadn't learned about that.
“Makes sense,” Frisk said.
“yeah,” he agreed as he led them to his bedroom. “uh. i need to say something. there’s, uh, actually a number of things we kinda need to talk about first.”
His bedroom was a little bit dark - other than the one window, there was a single lamp that had a crystal of magic in it, making it shadowy, but visible. There was something oddly intimate about seeing them standing in the dim light like that, in his room, knowing why they were there.
But he had things they needed to talk about, so he needed to not think about that yet. Or the reasons why he’d made the house unusually warm. His gaze flicked to Frisk’s clothes that they’d likely not be wearing for long and internally grumbled at his lack of focus.
Completely ordinary clothes, like they wore every day. Just like he’d asked.
“Y-yeah?” Frisk asked.
They were nervous as hell. But then… he was pretty nervous, too.
“i, uh,” he said. “i’ve never, uh, been with a human before. i have seen the internet, i know the basics, and it matches up pretty well, but. uh.”
It was a little extra awkward, considering his history of killing humans. He had never imagined he'd have sex with one. There was a stupid part of his mind which kind of thought of it as “conquering the enemy” and was feeling smug, which was even more messed up. Still, even if the reasons were dumb, it made him look forward to it even more.
Better than the alternative, he supposed. And that sort of thinking had almost entirely died away, but this situation just brought it to mind.
“I’ve never been with a monster,” Frisk said, shifting around nervously. “Though I asked Alphys and it doesn’t sound like there will be any problems.”
Sans went and sat on his bed. That was actually maybe not true, about there not being any problems, and he wasn’t sure how to bring it up. Man, this was awkward.
“I’m not completely inexperienced, though,” Frisk murmured.
He gestured for them to sit on his bed, too, and they turned red and twitched with nerves, but did so. They sat at almost exactly the same distance they’d been yesterday, when they’d been on the chair, and he on the couch. They looked like they had no idea what they were supposed to do with their hands and just fidgeted.
“oh?” Sans said.
“I had a few boyfriends and one girlfriend before I fell down here,” they said, shuffling around nervously. “Though none at the time I fell, and none that were worth going and seeing again.”
“so it’s been a while,” Sans said and they nodded. “it’s been a while for me, too.”
It'd been a really long time, and it still hurt a little to think of her. He tried not to. He knew he couldn't go back. In these last months, he didn't even want to anymore.
“I, er, so I’m feeling really awkward,” Frisk said. “Excited, too, but now that it’s… it’s real and looming, it’s kind of terrifying, you know?”
“it’s kinda similar for me,” Sans said. “less terrifying in the nervous way, and more in the ‘what the hell am i doing’ way.”
He sighed.
“look, uh, frisk,” he said. “before, uh, we do anything, there’s some things that kind of need to be said.”
They nodded and looked at him curiously.
“your plan is good,” he said, looking at the ceiling. “practical. but there’s… uh, it’s incomplete.”
“How so?” they asked.
“if i went and found a prostitute, that wouldn’t make the kind of bond that i think…” he started to say, then changed his mind. He took a different approach. “it’s not about the sex, exactly. the sex is a means to an end.”
Frisk nodded.
“the problem is on my end, not yours,” he said. “but…”
He hesitated and sighed. This was not easy.
“i see the way you and flowey interact,” he said. “i know about your history. i think you’ve told me everything at this point, haven’t you?”
“I’ve skipped trivial details, but, well, they’re trivial,” Frisk said. “You know everything remotely important.”
“i know it’s not even slightly romantic between you two,” Sans said, and Frisk nodded aggressively. “but there is still, uh. emotional intimacy i think is the best way to put it. the connection between you two? it runs deep. in both of you.”
“Yes, it does,” Frisk murmured.
“even though he can’t feel things right,” Sans said. “it runs deeper than just emotions. i know he doesn’t have a soul, but, if i say it’s like it’s part of his soul, would that make sense?”
“Completely,” Frisk said. “And you’re right. I thought… I thought you didn’t have any chance of knowing how powerful our connection is. And, a big part of me… I know how observant you are, Sans, but I think you can’t possibly understand it. Not really.”
He understood enough to know it was something way beyond anything he generally allowed in himself. Anymore, anyway.
“that connection alphys was talking about…” Sans said, and sighed again. Man, this was uncomfortable. “it’s not something that’s guaranteed. it's just, when monsters share magic, it’s possible for more than just magic to be shared. it makes it easier to, uh, connect more deeply.”
Frisk nodded.
“here’s… here’s the thing, frisk,” Sans said. “i have a lot of magic, and am pretty damn good at working with it. i can make the bridge. and, unless we are both seriously confused about something, your side of that connection is, uh, ready. you are already bound to me pretty intensely.”
They nodded again.
“i, uh,” he said, and rubbed at his head awkwardly. “i… don’t do that. do the thing where, uh…”
“Where you meaningfully connect in a real way with another person,” Frisk supplied after a moment of him struggling. “Where you let them in to the depths of your soul, absolutely and completely vulnerable.”
“er, yeah, that,” he said.
Frisk looked away suddenly, a haunted look on their face.
“You did, once,” they said, sounding distant.
“i did?” he asked.
“At least, it felt that way,” Frisk said softly. “When… when I killed you, last month. You… you didn’t want to die, and the way it felt at the end… you were hugging me close for your sake, not mine.”
He had no idea what to think or feel about that. He'd wanted it to work. Wanted Frisk to be okay. Wanted everything to be good. Same as today, really.
And, same as today, lots of feelings of guilt about it all. Funny, looking back, how much less guilty he had felt about having Frisk kill him once, as opposed to sex.
Looking at it that way… wasn't that worse? Or… maybe it was worse for them, but this was worse because it was encouraging their attachment to him?
Or… honestly, he didn't even know. There was a lot about the situation with Frisk that he just couldn't figure out. Not when it came to how he should feel.
Other than guilty.
“i feel like i should say sorry, and i don’t even know why,” Sans said and Frisk laughed.
“It was hard,” they said. “Really, really, really hard. I never want to see you die again.”
“welp, that seems reasonable to me,” Sans said. “i’m not interested in dying.”
They smiled at him.
“I’ll never let you die,” they said. “I mean… unless you choose to.”
A being of incredible, world shaking power, who could control the fate of monsters and humanity both… was absolutely dedicated to his personal well-being and survival, above all else.
“and even though it’s incredibly selfish, i’m really happy to hear you say that,” he said. “anyway. this situation is messed up. we’re not doing it on a lark. if we’re gonna do it at all, we need to do it right. so, uh.”
He really wasn’t good at this. But it was the only way he felt he could make this at all right. If he was going to do this, he had to give it his best, even if - no, especially if it was hard.
“i’m, uh, gonna try,” he said. “to, uh, do the thing.”
“Where you emotionally connect with me?” Frisk asked, a deeply amused smile on their face.
“yeah.”
They reached out and took his hand, squeezing it tightly.
“i tried a little yesterday, too,” he said. “but then you distracted me.”
They grinned brightly.
“I accept all blame for that,” they said with a mischievous glint in their eyes. “Should I be punished for it?”
He shoved them over and they started laughing.
“yeah, yeah,” he said. “i was thinking about what i’d said, and i didn’t say a lot of things. like, uh. a problem. i kind of am split in half about you.
“on one hand… frisk, you deserve better than this. than to be this way. you deserve a chance to heal and become your own person. i know you said it’s disrespectful to think it’s wrong for you to exist this way, and i’m sorry, but that’s how i feel.
“at the same time… i really like having you be like this. the stuff you said yesterday, the kind of love you wanted - a lot of that stuff is already… i am glad you exist. i’m glad that you’re there for me, that i can always rely on you. and i feel like an absolute monster for feeling that way.”
“You… feel bad about partially fulfilling my wildest dreams?” they asked incredulously, as they held his hand tightly to their heart.
His hand was also being nicely cushioned, and he was trying not to think about that part. Soon, but not yet.
“yeah, i do,” he said. “because things shouldn’t be this way. you shouldn’t be this way. i’ve been trying to be better than i am. trying not to encourage you. trying to give you space to become your own person, to be less attached to me.”
The look they were giving him made him feel guilty and that was kind of frustrating, when he was talking about trying to be a better person.
“i’m not good at that, either,” he said, sighing. “i keep using you, encouraging you. i’m trying not to, but i guess i’m too lazy to resist. it’s just… easy, having you around, y’know?”
Their eyes were shining with joy and another stab of guilt filled him.
“this is gonna encourage you, too,” he said darkly and they grinned. “this is the kind of thing that makes what we’re doing here wrong. i should be trying to stop this, not trying to make it worse.”
“Haven’t you learned, Sans?” they asked brightly. “I can’t be stopped.”
They said that, but…
“i bet, with the right orders, with keeping my distance, and with time, you would change,” he said. “and i don’t know, frisk. maybe that would be the right thing to do. maybe not. i don’t know what’s right. i don’t know anything. i just know that this feels wrong.”
Their face fell and they sighed.
“Sans…” they said. “Why? Why is who I am so awful, when I love it, and you like it, too? You’re talking about trying to force me… to force me against my will… to become someone I’m not. If I had a magic button that would suddenly change me - maybe back into the Frisk who existed before the genocide route, or into some other version of Frisk, like me but what you'd think of as healthy - I wouldn’t want to press it. I would beg you, pleading and crying, to please not press it.
“If you ordered me to press it, I wouldn’t obey you right away. I’d defy you, if only a little. I’d try to insist that I’d see it as me dying, as losing who I am. If you insisted, I would do it eventually, but only because I’m willing to die for you. And honestly, Sans?”
The look they gave him was pained and oddly chilling. Their words were tearing him apart.
“If you refused to see it as killing me, I would die feeling like I had been betrayed by the one I love,” they said. “Regardless of what the new Frisk felt, that’s how I would go.”
He… felt that he understood. Like how reloading wasn’t really killing the other versions, but it kinda was, because they lost whatever they’d turned into.
And he didn’t know what was right. He’d been trying to figure it out all week, and then with new information, all day today, and felt he’d only managed to conclude that he felt like this was wrong. He couldn’t even put his finger on exactly why, it was just how he felt.
But at the end of the day…
“i… guess it’s good that i wouldn’t want to press it, either,” he admitted.
They pulled his hand up and kissed it gently.
He felt like the worst sort of monster for it, but he really wouldn’t want them to be different. This was too easy, too nice, too comforting, too secure, too comfortable. Having this kind of trust in someone was just… he didn’t want to give it up.
“Please, Sans,” they said. “Please say that you don’t think it would be right to force me to change who I am.”
“you’re right, frisk, it wouldn’t be the right thing to do,” he said with a defeated sigh. “but that means i have no idea what is right.”
He cared about morality, even though he fucked it up so much. He cared about what was right, and he felt like every single possible decision was wrong. It felt hopeless.
“Why does it matter?” they asked. “Who cares what’s normal, the way things ‘should’ be, or anything like that? I like me being like this, you like me being like this, just… just accept me, Sans.”
He looked over at them, at the loving, concerned, longing look on their face. He sighed again and reached over, pulling them into a sort of side-hug. They happily nestled in, contented.
“it’s really hard to argue with you, kid,” he grumbled.
“Does that mean you accept me?” they asked.
The very fact that he wanted to felt wrong. What kind of person was he, that he enjoyed them being a broken husk of a person, who was so messed up that they were in a sort of mental slavery to his every whim, utterly and unshakably devoted to him when he honestly hadn’t done anything to deserve it? And really, who could do anything to deserve something like that?
But he wanted to be better than that. He had to be.
“i dunno,” he said. “but… today, i’ll try. just today, though. i’m gonna try to just let go and feel whatever, say whatever, and let the cards fall where they may. i’ll burn for my sins later, and i’ll try not to think about it till then.”
He felt a hard poke in his side and Frisk was trying to glare at him, but the effect was broken by the sympathy, amusement, and hint of pain that marred their features.
“It’s not a sin,” they said. “I know what it feels like, to have sins crawling on my back.”
Their smile turned more mischievous.
“Clearly what needs to happen is to distract you from these thoughts,” they said, a hint of fire in their voice.
“heh,” he said. “speaking of, did you… uh… manage to sleep last night?”
“Only because of the use of sleepy meds,” they said. “And I’ve been on a slow simmer all day.”
“that does sound distracting,” he said.
“Good,” they said. “I want you to let go and just enjoy things, even if it’s just the once. I want you to accept the decision you made and let this time, let today, be free of all that.”
“it won’t be easy,” he said. “good thing you’re here to help.”
Their grin broadened.
“I am eager to serve,” they said, almost purring.
“there are still other, uh, concerns,” he said, and they pouted. He added in a dry tone, “i’m sorry, it’s terrible that i’m making you talk to me.”
They started to say something and then went bright red.
“what?” he asked.
Their eyes went wide and they shook their head desperately.
“are you actually not gonna tell me?” he asked, amused.
“It was awful, I shouldn’t have thought it, it was the worst thing, I couldn’t…” they squeaked.
He grinned at them.
“tell me,” he said.
They covered their face with their hands.
“Just that there are things that I could be doing while you’re talking,” they managed. “But those things are not helpful for discussion.”
His mind filled in plenty of possible, tantalizing details. There were a lot of distractions from the conversation in that… he needed to keep things on track, tempting as their embarrassment was.
“heh heh heh… no, i wouldn’t expect they are,” he said. “i’ll ask you for the details in a minute. otherwise, i’ll get distracted.”
“Understood,” they said, squirming a little.
Yeah, he’d have to try to get through this quickly.
“so, this isn’t a problem, exactly, but it’s a thing to be aware of,” he said. “the whole… thing… about using magic to try to help set up a connection? you’ve, uh, already learned about what accidental magic interacting with humans can lead to.”
“Are you saying you might literally fuck me to death?” they asked, eyes wide.
“come on, frisk, i’ve got more control than that,” he grumbled, and they grinned hugely. “just, uh, that it’d be completely safe if i weren’t trying to make a connection like that. and i could try to be really careful and controlled, to do it without risking hurting you.”
This next bit was really awkward to admit, but he'd been building up predictions of Frisk and it really seemed like it'd be fine. Still, he found his gaze torn away from how uncomfortable he was admitting this.
“but, uh… but i don’t actually want to. be that careful, i mean.”
Their eyes had taken on a fully manic glint.
“with anyone else, i wouldn’t even mention it, i’d just make sure to always keep my head,” he said with a little cough. “but, with you, i figured…”
“Yes, Sans,” they said, their voice even huskier. “I am absolutely okay with this. You try to connect with me, and just let yourself go. Let yourself fall to everything.”
Yep, that was as predicted. On one hand, that made him feel a little better. On the other…
“i am not okay with you accidentally dying,” he said. “you need to make sure you keep your vitality up.”
“You know who I live with, right?” Frisk asked dryly. “I pack more healing magic food items than most monster hybrid hospitals. I’ve got this.”
“and if ever it’s, uh, more than you’re comfortable with, you hafta let me know,” he said. “i don’t want this to be bad for you.”
They grinned in a way that he honestly did not trust at all.
“seriously, frisk,” he said.
“I promise to make sure I am enjoying every part of what you’re going to do with me,” they purred.
“that is so not what i said,” he said.
“Too bad,” they said, flashing another grin.
He shoved them over again and they just started giggling.
“what have i gotten myself into,” he grumbled to no one in particular.
But, well, he did trust them, and even if they were being playful about it, he just found himself confident that they wouldn't let it get too bad for them. Wouldn't completely defy his orders. But they'd probably stretch it more than he'd like, so he needed to keep an eye on things.
“You know you’re looking forward to it,” they said, getting back on their knees as they looked at him enthusiastically.
“yeah, yeah,” he said, but grinned at them anyway. “i guess we’ll play that by ear. so, uh, one last thing.”
“Yes?” they asked him eagerly.
“uh, so, you kind of have shown an interest in, uh, making me have a good time,” he said and they laughed in agreement. “i, uh, am a little concerned about making sure you do, too.”
“You can’t be serious,” Frisk said, boggling at him. “You’re actually worried about me enjoying myself?”
He coughed.
“i don’t know your likes, your tastes,” he said, valiantly pushing ahead. “i don’t want to have us do things that match my tastes only. i just, uh, want things to be more… mutual.”
“But, Sans, what turns me on most is the idea of giving you pleasure,” they said.
They were really making it difficult for him to stay focused.
“which means that this shouldn’t be too hard,” he said.
Even if other things were…
“i figure, the easiest solution is for you to tell me some things,” he said. “things you’d really like to try, things you’d definitely want to avoid.”
They frowned.
“That… doesn’t sound fun,” they said. “Just listing things out like that. Maybe I can just mention things as we go along.”
“i can see that working out well for things you really like, but it’d be awkward for things you don’t like,” he said.
“Maybe,” they allowed, and then gave him a sly smile. “Sans? Do you… like it when I’m embarrassed?”
“honestly, yeah,” he said. “your reactions are hilarious.”
“Then,” they said, blushing a little. “Then it shouldn’t be a problem.”
He had a feeling that this wasn’t right, but his focus was increasingly difficult to hang onto. His mind kept going to interesting, distracting thoughts for some reason.
“But,” they continued, frowning. “Does it apply retroactively?”
Y’know, he wasn’t even going to question this.
“yes,” he said.
“I don’t know if this is the sort of thing you want me to mention. I don’t hate it, I’m not opposed, but um, the ‘daddy’ thing is really not, uh, sexually my thing,” they admitted.
He'd gotten that impression. However…
“but it embarrassed the hell out of you,” he said, grinning.
“This is very true,” they said.
“good,” he said. “it’s always good to have handy tools for horrifically embarrassing your friends.”
“Oh my god, Sans,” they said into their hands and he laughed again.
“also, you should tell me borderline stuff like that, too, if you’re unsure if i figured it out myself,” he said.
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“Okay,” they said with a smile.
“that aside,” he said. “i want to know what you would want to do. like, right now, for example.”
Their eyes were burning as they looked at him again.
“Give you pleasure,” they said without hesitation. “Touch you, taste you, feel you. Drive you to distraction.”
“bit vague,” he teased.
They flushed and looked away.
“I… don’t actually know what to do,” they admitted. “Or what I can do. I don’t know when or if I’m allowed to touch you. Or… or how to touch you. I’ve only, uh, figured out three things. Two ways of pleasing you with my mouth - one we tried, and one we alluded to - and sex itself. But… but many things with, uh, humans don’t look like they’d apply. Like, uh, kissing, for example.”
“you’re right that kissing isn’t something i can do,” he said. “and all that is a potential problem. so let’s start with that. i’ll show you what i like. how to touch me. i’ll learn your body some, too. and you’ll tell me if anything is either really up your alley, or really not.”
“O-okay,” they said, biting their lip.
This seemed like an interesting opportunity to see their priorities. Given freedom and a crippling lack of knowledge, what would they seek and why?
Yeah, he knew exactly how he wanted to play this.
“go ahead, frisk,” he said, gesturing vaguely at himself. “touch me.”
“W-w-where?” they asked.
“where do you want to?” he asked with a grin.
Their gaze dropped to his shorts and they turned bright red. He laughed again.
But instead of reaching for his dick, their expression softened and they reached for his face. He closed his eyes and felt their fingers lightly trace over his skull, then his cheek, then down to his jaw.
So. They begin with gentle, loving, affectionate, and soft. Nothing explicitly sexual at all, despite their clear arousal.
Oddly flattering, in a strange sort of way. That despite all the hunger in their gaze, tenderness was dominant.
Kinda like what he'd seen that first day, come to think of it. Despite their love of combat, their sheer power, their unbreakable determination - they gently laughed and played with all those that had once murdered them.
He'd managed to forget about that. About the reasons why he'd trusted them so quickly, despite their clear insanity. It made his heart warm.
“It feels so strange,” they said. “What does this feel like for you?”
“probably similar to humans,” he said. “your fingers are soft and warm. it feels nice.”
“Touching lips feels really nice to humans,” they said. “But teeth, not so much. What about for you?”
“whether it feels like teeth or skin to me depends on how much i exist outside of my bones,” he said. “go ahead.”
“That magic pseudo-flesh,” they said. “You feel it directly.”
“heh, that’s a good way to refer to it,” he said. “yeah, i do. pretty, uh, intensely.”
They grinned at that and moved their fingers over where his lips would be, if he had them. He put in a little focus into making sure his pseudo-flesh was more pronounced.
His mind returned to what their actions told him about them. Careful, cautious, gentle. He'd kept them at arm's length so much, he just hadn't really been reminded of what had always been there. He kept seeing the fierce determination in the experiments, the intensity beyond any hint of reason, the insane extent of self sacrifice. But the self sacrifice wasn't just a thing to be pitied and frustrated at. It was the reason they were on the surface at all. The reason they were all alive, despite what they'd collectively done to Frisk.
Why had he forgotten?
“So weird,” they said. “And… and your mouth?”
“what about it?” he asked.
Depending on what they asked, it might be dangerous. He'd see.
“Do you… um…” they said awkwardly, blushing a little. “Do you have a tongue?”
Aha. The sexuality side of things was starting to show up. He'd known it wouldn't take long.
“not always,” he said. “some parts of me, the parts made purely of magic, they only exist when the reason for them to exist is present.”
Their gaze fell to his shorts.
“including that, yeah,” he said and they blushed furiously. “so i have a tongue when i want to speak or eat.”
“Would… would it be bad to ask to feel it?” they squeaked out.
Their embarrassment was so much fun. His grin broadened.
“nope,” he said, amusement thick in his voice. “go ahead and ask.”
“Sans…” they whined adorably.
He laughed.
They were giving him the cutest puppy dog eyes, and it looked completely unintentional.
“well?” he prodded.
“M-may I feel your t-tongue?” they stammered.
“sure,” he said, and then added in a lower tone, “where?”
They pulled back with a squeak and covered their face. He was really enjoying this too much.
“i like seeing you blush,” he said lightly, and they pulled their hands away, revealing a bright red face and naked desire. “and i know the answer, but tell me anyway. did you enjoy me doing that to you?”
“Y-y-yes,” they managed with a shiver.
He wasn't sure what was heating up his bones more - the look on their face of clear embarrassment, of lust, or their forced confession of how they liked him teasing them.
“good,” he said. “also, you didn’t answer that last question.”
Their flush deepened and they took in a breath.
“M-m-maybe my fingers,” they managed.
“hmm,” he said, pretending to look thoughtful. “is that really where you want to feel it?”
They choked and trembled, starting to writhe.
“I… would like to feel it in several places, but I’m curious, and I think my fingers might be the… e-e-easiest p-place to start,” they said.
Nice and easy.
He reached out and took their hand. They didn’t resist as he brought it to his mouth. He had to pour in a little extra magic to make this work well. The inside of his mouth wouldn’t feel great to them, for a number of reasons, and so he pushed to make his tongue longer, stronger, and more flexible than it would naturally be.
They jerked in surprise once he wrapped his tongue around their index finger.
“It’s completely invisible,” they said, looking fascinated.
He laughed, his tongue disappearing from around their finger.
He wasn't focusing on improving his sense of taste, so he wasn't getting much of that. Generally, he just tasted life, magical properties, and magical intensity, rather than the physical stuff humans tasted, like salt. Unless he tried to enhance that sort of thing - which he did all the time, because food tasted better than way. From their skin, he mostly just tasted that they were alive and full of vigor. It was a good taste, rich and invigorating.
“sort of,” he said. “humans can learn to see magic, but it’s not easy. i’ll make it more visible for now.”
He didn’t have limitless stamina, but this wasn’t exactly magic-intensive. His tongue glowed a faint blue and snaked around their fingers again.
“It’s beautiful,” they said, marveling and touching it. “It feels so weird…”
“in a good way, i hope,” he said, which again made his tongue have to reform in his mouth, but he quickly modified and extended it again.
“Yeah,” they said, looking more fascinated than anything else. “Tingly, not wet at all, it feels really cool.”
“think it’ll feel good elsewhere?” he prodded playfully, wanting that blush back.
There it was. They tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip on their hand. He held it flat and then drove his tongue between two fingers, forcing them apart. Hopefully drawing to mind how he could shove past certain other obstacles, too. He let his tongue cease to be, and then laughed again.
He gave them an expectant look, watching their flush deepen.
“Y-y-es,” they managed.
He could do this all day. Their stammering embarrassment, their need… it was exquisite.
“now it’s your turn,” he said.
“M-my turn?” they asked with a deer in headlights look.
“unlike you, i know the basics of how your body should work,” he said. “it’s your tastes i don’t know about. though i’m sure i’ll know your ‘taste’ soon, too.”
They blushed again.
“A-a-about that,” they said. “Um, I… the sensation would be nice, and I have absolutely no objections, it’s a good thing, but… but, in knowing my preferences, being given pleasure like that isn’t, uh, isn’t really hot for me.”
Hmm. He was pretty sure they weren't saying this right. The look on their face - the blend of desire, uncertainty, pleasure, interest…
“would it give you pleasure? make you writhe and squirm?” he asked.
“Yes,” they said. “B-but so would me tasting you.”
But not the same way. Again, it was clear that they were struggling with their words, that it wasn't coming out right.
The combination of their expression with their reaction to his tongue and teasing, some comments they'd made, the way they seemed to focus the entirety of their pleasure on him…
“hmm,” he said. “if i’m understanding you right, you’d enjoy it, you’d feel pleasure and i could make you finish, but the idea of it is only hot if i’m enjoying doing it to you.”
“Exactly,” they said with a shy smile.
So, in order to give them pleasure, he'd need to be selfish, which was kind of ironic. A part of him was laughing bitterly about how he was actually pretty good at that, so at least it worked out.
“what i’d enjoy is making you writhe, squirm, and moan, bringing you close to the edge and then deciding on a whim if you get to finish or not,” he said.
A shiver ran through them with such power it was almost a spasm and their breaths were heavy as they stared at him.
“think that’ll work out?” he asked, yet another question for which he knew the answer but wanted to see them give it.
“Yes,” they whispered.
“good,” he said. “but, hmm. not yet.”
He put a finger under their chin, lifted it and trailed his finger down on the opposite side of their neck from yesterday, in a perfect mirror. Their breath caught and they tried to hold still, but were trembling.
“tell me,” he said, feigning casualness again. “is there anywhere i shouldn’t touch you? anything i shouldn’t do to you?”
“I… I can’t think of anything,” they said. “B-but, I admit, it’s also because I can’t think.”
“hmm,” he said, tugging at their collar. “do you like this shirt?”
“What shirt…?” they asked in a daze.
He laughed.
“how upset would you be if none of your clothing survived today?” he asked.
They gasped and their cheeks flamed a little more.
“N-not upset at all,” they said.
“good,” he said. “anything in your clothes that shouldn’t be destroyed?”
They squeaked and turned red.
“I can’t believe I forgot, I…” they said, digging into their pockets and tossing aside their cell phone, keys, and wallet.
He laughed. He was glad he’d remembered - destroying their cell phone would have been not so great on a few levels - but it was hilarious how distracted they were. It was just so much fun, driving them insane.
More insane than they already were. He told the feeling of guilt to go away; he was busy.
Giving them an amused look, he summoned a small swarm of tiny bones, shredding their top and bra to pieces.
He was careful with his aim. He didn’t want to hurt them, even if he suspected that they would be completely fine with that outcome.
His gaze fell to their exposed body and he took it in. It was quite sexy. He’d noticed and appreciated their lean, fit shape when they’d done the stabbing trials before, but this time he didn’t have to pull his mind away from properly admiring it. Their taut lines were even more noticeable - they’d clearly continued to work hard training with Undyne these last months and they were rocking some sexy abs. Their breasts were well formed and looked tantalizingly soft. And all boobs were sexy, but his favorites were the ones that liked being played with.
Their blush extended quite far down their trembling body. He returned his finger to where it had been before their clothing had rudely interrupted, and began tracing it down again.
“your body is nice,” he said, his hand trailing around their stomach before moving to one of their breasts, slowly circling towards the erect nipple. Their body - quivering, taut, and smooth - felt so good to touch. “i had to make myself stop thinking about it, when we had to do that stabbing trial, you know.”
The delighted look on their face was a treasure.
After a moment of soft spirals towards their nipple, he changed tack. He turned and pushed them against the wall, so they were braced, and started roughly grabbing at their breast. It felt good in his hand, but that was nothing compared to how they reacted.
They moaned, squirming under his hand, and gave him a deliciously desperate look. To judge by their face and sounds they were making, he half wondered if he could get them off like this.
“tell me,” he said. “what felt better? when i was gentle, or like this?”
Their face told him a great deal, of course, but words would give him more. Plus, it'd embarrass them: win-win.
“W-wh-whichever way you like more, th-that’s what I want,” they said.
It was a bit of a gamble, but he was pretty confident in his guess that this would work out…
He tweaked their nipple, hard. The sound they made was a blend of pleasure, pain, and shock, and damn, did it sound nice.
“wrong answer,” he said. “i know you like my pleasure. i want to know what you like.”
“Fucking hell, Sans, that was so hot I can’t think,” they moaned.
Damn, he loved doing that to them.
“oh?” he asked, a sly tone in his voice. “you think i like hurting you?”
They spluttered in horror and he just laughed.
He decided to stop their stammering by tweaking their other nipple almost as hard. The shiver that ran through their body was delightful.
Oh, the look they were giving him. It was making it so much easier to ignore that little alarm in the back of his head that all this was wrong.
“i hated stabbing you. i hated the impression, the feeling, of burning out your heart,” he said. “but this? this is fun.”
He pulled back his “pseudo-flesh” from his fingers, to make them as rough and bone-like as possible, then slowly clawed down their chest, leaving five thin red lines on their skin. They trembled and whimpered again.
He reversed his action, thickening his digits so they were soft and featherlight, then gently caressed their breasts.
“tell me,” he commanded.
It's not like he didn't know, but there was always the chance he'd missed something. Plus he wanted to train them to answer him properly. Part of him objected to this sort of thinking, but he told it to shut up for today. Just for today.
“Both feel really good, honest,” they gasped. “The rough feels sexier, the gentle feels sweeter. One to drive my body wild; the other for my heart. I… I admit the whiplash, the uncertainty, not knowing which way you’ll touch me next… that… that was really, uh, really hot.”
That was excellent to know. And it suited him well - he did like to do things on a whim.
“you like the pain, too, don’t you?” he asked, pinching their nipple and making them squeak and tremble. “masochist.”
They nodded, unable to speak.
“and how much pain would be too much?” he asked. “before it stopped being good for you, that is?”
They blushed brightly.
“U-uh, I-I, um, I think you really don’t want to know,” they stammered.
“and why’s that?” he asked.
“B-because you have concerns about my mental health, and the answer would not be reassuring,” they said and he just laughed.
Yeah, he'd suspected as much. The way they'd fondly looked at the blasters before being repeatedly murdered… that was surely beyond their limits for what they could sexually enjoy, but clearly their threshold for pain was way beyond sanity.
Though he also remembered how much they didn't seem to like the stabbing trials. There were clear limits. He got the impression that they objected to physical damage more than spiritual, but wasn't sure if there was more to it.
For his part, he didn't really care about what kind of damage they took. As long as it wasn't a risk to their life, their mental health, or a risk of long term damage. Healing magic couldn't get everything, and that was a reason to be extra careful with physical damage. But spiritual damage was harder to see.
“kinda figured,” he admitted. “i doubt we’ll cross your lines, then, but if we do, you are to tell me immediately.”
“Yes, sir,” they said, and he tweaked their nipple again, earning another delightful squeal.
“not one for being called ‘sir,’” he said, musing.
“Should I call you master?” they asked, their gaze burning. “Lord? My god?”
He wasn't sure he was interested in being called anything other than his name. He was sure they'd be screaming “oh god” or something like it soon, but it didn't need to be a title.
He tweaked their other nipple again. It was way too much fun. He could listen to the sounds they made all day.
“you could call me daddy,” he said, grinning.
It worked just like he’d hoped. They went bright red, shrieked in mortification, and pulled away from him.
“Do you actually want me to?” they asked.
“nope,” he said.
They glared at him, and really, it had to make his top ten list of glares.
“that was educational,” he said casually again. “my turn.”
“What?” they asked, blinking in confusion, then flushed.
“i learned about your breasts, and a few other questions besides,” he said. “what part of me do you want to learn about next?”
He leaned back against the wall and grinned at them as they put their face in their hands and just groaned for long seconds. He couldn’t resist and started laughing. This made them groan louder, which made him laugh harder, creating an absolutely fantastic cycle.
“You could just do whatever you wanted with me,” they said, half pleading. “You could just tear off everything, and use me, in whatever ways you wanted.”
“you’re saying you don’t want to know anything else about me?” he asked.
Seriously, he was getting quite the collection of amazing expressions from Frisk today. He was glad his memory was so good, because this was another Hall of Famer.
“Sans,” they whined. “You’re tormenting me. On purpose.”
“yep,” he said. “but you like it, don’t you?”
They whimpered and looked away, turning bright red.
“answer me,” he commanded, about a second before he judged they’d have managed on their own.
This sent shivers running through their body and they gasped. This was too much fun. And hot at the same time. He couldn't hope to resist.
“Yes, I do,” they said.
“i admit, i am tempted to use you to get off right now,” he said. “not sure what i’d prefer - your mouth has been tempting for a week now, but also… hmm.”
He reached over and trailed a finger down over their pants, but stopping just as he felt the mound, giving them no hint of true satisfaction.
“what term do you prefer for your bits?” he asked.
“U-uh-uh, I don’t know, uh, pussy is normal I think?” they stammered.
“sure,” he said. “your mouth and your pussy are both tempting. so while you explore, make sure you remember how much i’m looking forward to that.”
“So… so that’s what I should do,” they said, looking down at his dick hungrily.
Okay, he was definitely going to need to get off soon, because damn.
However…
A summoned bone thwacked Frisk lightly in the head. They blinked and recoiled, shocked, and then glared at his shit-eating grin for all of two seconds before falling over with laughter again. The way their laughter shook their breasts was quite nice.
“nope,” he said. “wrong answer again. y’know, frisk, i wonder if you’re even paying attention.”
These looks were priceless. He laughed again as they sat back up and tried to glare at him.
“i’d asked you what you’d like to learn about next, and told you to think about how much i’m looking forward to using you to get off while you do it,” he said. “i want to see you struggle.”
Understanding lit in their eyes as they trembled.
“I don’t know how much more I can take,” they whimpered.
He wasn’t sure, either, but he was having way too much fun to stop now.
“let’s find out,” he said and another wracking shiver tore through them as they inhaled sharply.
They closed their eyes and focused, that familiar cast of determination on their features.
Weirdly, that was hotter than he could have expected. With that look, they weren’t just his friend. The immortal, unstoppable nightmare of world-ending power, of combat mastery and deadly skill, was kneeling topless and trembling before him, needing to call on their greatest power merely to resist immediately throwing themself at his dick.
He hated himself a little for it, but deep down, all he could think was that life was good.
“I… I want to understand how to touch you in general,” they said, opening their eyes and piercing him with a focused look haloed in flames of desire. “To not be afraid of touching the wrong place, or doing the wrong thing. Like your torso - in hugging you, I’ve felt, um, like there’s a body under your shirt. More… more than your face seemed to have.”
He gestured at himself, inviting them. They flushed and crawled forward to kneel directly beside him, starting to reach out a hand, then stopped.
“Your question earlier,” they said, hesitating. “It was a good one. Anywhere I shouldn’t touch, anything I shouldn’t do?”
“eh,” he said with a shrug. “there’s stuff, but nothing i’d expect you to actually do. like, don’t try to hurt me, for obvious reasons.”
They nodded vigorously at that.
“i’m inviting you to explore with your hands for a reason,” he said, gesturing at them to continue. They started to reach for him again.
A few reasons, really. With his body being magic, it wasn't as simple as pointing to a part and saying how it should be touched. His “biology” was really kinda simple: bones, core, general magical presence - what Frisk had called pseudo-flesh - that would appear all over, and a few pieces of purpose based “summons.” His throat had purpose practically always, so it didn't feel like it fit the category as nicely, but basically that last option only included his tongue, dick, and to a lesser extent, “lips” and throat. Some other stuff sort of counted, too - breathing required something like lungs, his eyes kinda existed in various ways depending on things, but whatever.
So there just wasn't much to say. How Frisk touched him mattered significantly more than where they touched him, with a few exceptions. And that seemed best learned hands on.
Plus, of course, he was very interested in what their freeform explorations revealed about them.
“i’m not worried, and i have no problems stopping you, or worst case, teleporting away if there’s a problem. so go ahead.”
They touched his jaw and then, with a gentle touch and care, they trailed their finger lower.
“So weird,” they said. “You actually have a throat.”
“i do breathe,” he said with a laugh, then blew some air into their face.
“I guess that’s true,” they said sheepishly.
They continued to trail their finger down, gently touching his chest through his shirt.
“It’s just weird that there’s… I don’t know, so much pseudo-flesh here.”
“hey,” he said, with a mock offended glare. “are you calling me fat?”
They blinked in shock, turned red for a completely different reason, and started spluttering. He couldn’t take that face and fell back against the wall, just losing himself to laughter for a minute. He normally didn't cut loose and just laugh like this - he usually kept a straight face to help the jokes land harder, but he was feeling… an odd sort of relaxation.
They tried to apologize and he threw another bone at their head. Really, that was addictive. If only he could always throw bones at people when they did something “wrong.”
“it’s my core,” he said as their spluttering settled down, gesturing at them to resume exploring. “honestly, it’s, uh… how do i put this… you remember when i said i’d had an accident that had some effects on me?”
They nodded, curiosity now blazing foremost in their eyes. He poked at their hand and they chuckled, then resumed touching his torso through his shirt, making their way down to his stomach. It was more curious than erotic, their touches, but it still felt really nice.
“so, papyrus would have a body more like the rest of me,” he said. “where it sort of resembles humans, since we’re human skeletons, but only exists where and how it’s needed, so pretty slim. me, though… i am more powerful and more unstable. i am ‘fat…’ but also, i have to be.”
“It only exists when there’s a purpose, and so I could have guessed, if I’d thought about it the right way, that it needed a purpose,” they speculated and he grinned.
“you got it,” he said. “it serves a lot of the same purposes as in humans, actually. energy storage, insulation, and a layer of protection. i need a lot of food to maintain it, too. it helps keep my magic contained and prevents accidental, uh…”
“Prevents you from getting killed by wayward pokes?” they asked.
“sadly, yeah,” he said. “not quite that vulnerable, but basically. the rest of me - like my hands or whatever - aren’t such a risk. it’s only if you strike my core.”
“That’s why you always wear a jacket, isn’t it?” they asked.
Kinda funny. This line of questioning would normally be deeply uncomfortable, but he didn't even feel the faintest unease at admitting this stuff.
Guess he really knew Frisk wouldn't hurt him, all the way to his bones.
“yep,” he said. “temperature is really not a thing for paps or me.”
“But touching you isn’t dangerous?” they asked.
He hesitated. How to phrase this…
“i trust you,” he said, and a happy shiver ran through them. “the fact is, i would have a hard time letting anyone else touch my core. you, uh, remember how you accidentally killed toriel that first time, even though you didn’t mean to, even though you didn’t have a proper weapon?”
“Even a slightly edged intent would be dangerous,” they said, gently poking at his stomach.
“sorta,” he said. “it would take some real intent to actually kill me in a single strike, though not much. hurting me is easy - i basically have no defense at all. but it’s nothing to worry about. i know you’ve mastered that aspect of magic."
“Of magic?” they asked.
“i mean, humans can learn magic,” he said. “and you’ve started. you’ve learned to shape and control the intentions of your strikes - to make them lethal, painful, or harmless, like against undyne in your spars. you even learned how to manipulate your defenses consciously, when we did the stabbing trials.”
“I… guess that’s true,” they said, a bewildered expression on their face.
“so, i wouldn’t let anyone else touch me here,” he said. “either i wouldn’t trust their control or their intentions. but you, frisk? go ahead and explore.”
And it was true. He did feel completely comfortable with them touching him. Yeah, it'd be practically impossible to die from a flicker of ill intent from their bare hand - there was a reason they'd used a knife and focus last month - but it would be incredibly easy to accidentally hurt him. To hurt him badly. And yet, he felt fine. Safe.
“Can… can I, under your clothes, um…” they asked.
He laughed.
“tell me what you want to do,” he said.
“I want to pull aside your jacket and lift up your shirt, to see what your core feels like directly, rather than through clothes,” they said.
“do it.”
Even just this little order, to do what they'd decided they wanted to do, visibly sent a shiver of pleasure through them.
They did so, moving carefully and gently. They were clearly distracted by his clearly visible boner and trembled as their hands grew near it, but didn’t touch. His jacket was pushed to his sides, revealing the white tshirt underneath with the presence of what looked like a diet of too many burgers underneath. They lifted his shirt, revealing nothing but his spine and curiosity filled their gaze. They lifted higher, exposing his ribcage.
They boggled again at touching invisible flesh, pressing and squishing curiously. They occasionally touched him in a particularly nice way that made his dick twitch, and they squirmed each time. He would also mention when a touch was particularly enjoyable.
Really, this whole thing was relaxing and pleasurable. Not in a way that was leading to things ending, but… well, he didn’t actually want things to end. Far as he was concerned, Frisk could drag this out as long as they wanted. It was just nice.
He was just basking in lust and pleasure, on a simmer, as Frisk had put it, as a topless, sexy individual touched him in pleasurable ways. There was a lot to enjoy and he was letting his mind drift to things he'd want to do next.
At one point they pressed firmly, almost reaching their hand under his ribcage, when a look of confusion crossed their face.
“Why does this hurt?” they asked, bewildered.
He chuckled.
“you’re pushing a bit deep,” he said. “doesn’t hurt me at all. you’re being careful - which i appreciate - but like i said, my core is a bit unstable.”
He felt Frisk’s soul shift, for lack of a better word, their defenses changing as they held their hand a little too close, their vitality slowly draining from their hand.
“what are you doing?” he asked curiously.
“I want to be familiar with the feeling,” they said. “I also want to make sure my defenses against it are as strong as I can make them. It feels a lot like how your blasters feel, or your bones when they were cutting my… my self, rather than just my body. I imagine when you try to make that connection between us, it’ll be similar, and I don’t want to have to stop things to grab pie any more than I have to.”
“makes sense,” he said with a laugh.
Whatever they were doing, it felt interesting, with occasional moments that felt oddly nice.
And what it revealed of them was interesting, too. He really had been thinking of them too rigidly. They'd only really interacted lately in superficial, playful ways, or in context of their experiments. This was a much more complicated situation.
When faced with the freedom to do what they wanted, a lack of guidance, and intense personal desire, they were driven to do it right. Careful, thoughtful, gentle gaining of knowledge. Experimentation and thoroughness. Setting aside their need as a background motivation, instead of letting themself be compelled by it into short-sighted actions.
He had a lot of respect for that attitude.
The feeling of their hand continued to shift in different ways until suddenly they gasped, surprise and pain on their face, and their hand dipped into his core. He reflexively teleported to the other side of the room, so impulsively that he was half surprised to discover he’d done it at all.
“what’d ya do, kid?” he asked in surprise.
“You’re not hurt, are you?” they asked, clearly anxious.
He started to make his way back to the bed.
“not at all,” he said. “it… actually felt really pleasant.”
Now that the surprise was wearing off, the memory was odd. They’d managed to sort of superimpose their flesh on his magic, to fully break their defense against its effects. That would make them completely vulnerable to him, his very presence devouring their soul, but also meant that their soul nourished and supported his.
Not really a sexual pleasure, but still nice.
Except for the fact that it was at the direct cost of their health, their vitality, their life.
“That’s a relief,” they said as he sat back down. “That seems like an interesting trick that could be fun.”
“no, frisk, that was way too dangerous,” he said.
“I thought you said it didn’t hurt you,” they said, suddenly intent.
“i mean, for you,” he said and they scoffed. “seriously, frisk, that could kill you.”
“I really know how much I can take before I die,” they said with an amused smile. “I know better than anyone. It barely did anything, and I feel like I could maybe make things smoother.”
“frisk, no,” he said. “there have to be some limits of sanity. sacrificing your vitality, your health, your very life force for my pleasure is insane.”
That, uh, did not have the desired effect. Their pupils dilated, their body quivered, and their breath took them in a way that he half wondered if they were close to cumming from him saying that.
He didn't want to, but he couldn't help but respond to that sight. An aching rush of need ran through him. He tried to shove it aside, but he wasn't successful.
A breathless half moan later, they managed to speak.
“P-please, Sans,” they said, their voice quavering in a way that made him weak in the knees. “God, that was so hot, you saying that…”
“frisk, that’s… that’s way outside of my comfort zone,” he said.
That slowed them down a little, but only a little. The madness in their eyes wasn’t particularly diminished.
“If I were really careful in its use?” they asked. “Really, so careful, to be sure it wouldn’t push me over the edge… to death, I mean, not the other edge…”
This was not helping his other problem. Or maybe his other problem wasn’t helping with this. It was hard to think clearly.
“you could actually get off from that?” he asked incredulously.
“Not from just that, but in combination with other things? Yes, oh god yes, I could,” Frisk said, squirming desperately in front of him. “Please, Sans, please don’t take that option away. I’ll be careful.”
They crawled forward on their knees, looking up at him with a complex expression of longing.
It was so fucking hot, seeing them like this. He didn’t feel particularly sane himself.
They were begging… and it was for this, really? For the chance to sacrifice their vitality for his pleasure? This was so wrong…
And clearly their madness was affecting him, because right now that also seemed kinda maybe appealing, too…
“you have to remember that i don’t like seeing you seriously hurt,” he said, feeling like he was losing a battle against the madness.
They nodded, their eyes blazing.
“If it doesn’t affect my physical body, and it doesn’t kill me, it’s okay, right?” they pressed.
“i don’t want it to almost kill you either,” he said. “nowhere near it.”
“Can we compromise on kinda close to killing me?” they asked hopefully.
He leaned back and just groaned. They reached over and started touching him again, hands roaming over his torso and getting within a hair’s breadth of his dick. It felt so good to be touched, to be wanted, to have them squirming against him…
“Please, Sans,” they whispered. “Please. Trust me. I won’t die.”
The sound of their voice as they begged was running him through, crushing him, tearing away his thoughts. This was so wrong, damn it all!
“damn it, frisk, this is so fucked up,” he said, but he felt himself losing.
The trembling pressure of their hands as they caressed him was not helping. He grabbed their hands and held them still in a bid to keep whatever scraps of sanity he could. They whimpered and writhed in his grip and fucking hell.
He couldn’t take much more of this.
“if we’re doing something that risky, you should go ahead and fucking save,” he said, frustration clear in his voice.
They grinned so happily and were bouncing so much it took them nearly thirty seconds to get their head together enough to actually manifest the save point. Now that it was made, it was easier to use, so at least they wouldn’t have that problem again. They’d considerately made it right beside the bed.
“I won’t have to reload,” they said with a grin. “And now I might not even need pie! It’ll be great, you’ll see.”
As they said that, they went over to where they’d placed their phone and withdrew five slices of pie, setting them off the bed, to the side.
He had intensely mixed feelings about seeing the pie. There was something about laying out unusually powerful healing magic, multiple doses of it, for sex. What the hell was wrong with them both?
And a twisted part of him was pleased at the preparation. Pleased at the freedom, the knowledge of how much harder he could push Frisk with the healing right there. He didn't want them to actually be hurt, but he wanted to see their limits.
He shouldn't want that… he shouldn't, he didn't want to admit it to himself, but he felt it anyway.
“either way, it’s the first timeline,” he pointed out as they set down the last piece of pie. “we don’t actually know yet.”
They knelt before him again and looked up at him with eyes that he just… damn them, he couldn’t resist this.
“Please trust me,” they said. “I’ve died so much, I really know my limits. I will be careful.”
“alright, alright,” he said. “i’ve agreed already. please don’t make me regret this.”
“I won’t,” they said happily. “Thank you.”
He just sighed.
“two things are happening next,” he said, his voice rough with a blend of lust, frustration, exasperation, and Frisk’s madness which was apparently contagious. “you’re going to show me how to pleasure you by bringing yourself as close as you can to the edge and then stopping. i want you so horny it hurts. then i’m using your mouth and getting a little relief before things continue.”
The way their body convulsed at that, he wasn’t completely convinced they hadn’t cum on the spot.
Either way, it was time to ramp things up.