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Sans yawned as he descended the stairs. His slippers softly scrapped along the carpeting as he shuffled his way into to kitchen to greet his brother. He sat in his regular seat and raised an eye ridge at the glass of water sitting in front of him. Shrugging his shoulders, he tilted his head back and downed it in one go. Water didn’t have very much in the way of magical properties for his body to absorb, but it was still good for flushing out the system and keeping his magic keep a healthy glow. He set the glace down with a faint tink; Papyrus refilled it almost immediately. Curious now, sans looked around the kitchen and noticed the distinct lack of anything cooking. He wasn’t up that early was he? But if he was, they why would Papyrus have a glass of water ready for him. He sipped a bit at the refilled glass before he decided to just ask. “so, what’s for breakfast?”
“THIS.” Papyrus was already on his fifth glass now since he had started a while ago while Sans was still sleeping.
“this… is water.”
Papyrus rolled his eye lights. “YES IT IS, SANS. VERY KEEN OBSERVATION. IT IS ALSO OUR BREAKFAST FOR TODAY SO WE CAN BE READY FOR OUR GAME.”
“ya lost me, paps.” Sans tilted his glass and finished the last of what was inside. Again the taller skeleton refilled it. “all this is going to do is make us piss in the water.”
Jerking for a moment at his brother’s words, Papyrus spilled a few drops onto the tabletop. “UM… SANS… YOU DO KNOW WHAT WATERSPORTS IS, RIGHT?”
Sans didn’t seem to notice the change in his brother’s usual confident attitude. He slung his arm over the back of the chair as he gave his brother a wink. “course i do. swimming and stuff. figured we’d go down to one of the caverns in waterfall or something. fuckin’ in a lake – pretty kinky. i know they say not to eat before getting in the water, but that’s just a myth, bro.”
Oh. Oh no. Papyrus held a hand over his mouth as he turned his blushing face away. Sans had no idea what was going on. He didn’t know what was worse: Sans’ blatant calmness about discussing their sexual habits at mealtime or the fact that his brother is actually so innocent on this subject. Oh gees… How to break it to him. He looked back to see his brother smirking at him, glass in hand with his arm extended out for another refill. “IT’S NOT SWIMMING, SANS.” Papyrus gave his best smile as he refilled his brother’s glass first before his own, quickly taking it up to drink in hopes that it would let him avoid this conversation. The thought never came to him that he would have to explain any of this to his older brother.
“oh?” Sans was sipping at his drink again as he thought. “shower sex? have to admit, that’s pretty tame compared to the other stuff we’ve been doing. but if that’s what you wa-“
“No…” Papyrus looked down at the glass he was fiddling with between his hands, the orange glow getting brighter as it continued to spread over his face in awkward embarrassment. How in the world was he to go about explaining this? Maybe… He picked up the black plastic cup and gave it a shake, dumping out the contents. The dice clacked against the wooden surface before landing on a pair of ones. Well… That wasn’t very helpful.
“huh… water… water…” Sans’ smile shifted down a bit as he fidgeted in his seat while trying to think of more ideas. Speaking of water, it seemed to have already worked its way through him; wasn’t too far for it to go after everything that could be absorbed was. His magic had already formed a little bladder pouch and penis to expel the unuseful waste from. He chuckled a bit, pushing his seat out to stand up. He couldn’t focus enough to think with this uncomfortable pressure below. It wasn’t often that they as skeletons needed to purge themselves, so the feeling was troublesome to say the least. “snake eyes again, cool. hold up a sec though, paps. i need to use the bathroom.”
“YES, THAT’S IT.”
Sans tilted his head a bit confusedly as he looked at his brother, having only turned away slightly before he said anything. “uh… didn’t you just say it wasn’t bathroom sex?”
Papyrus looked anywhere but at his brother as he wrung his hands. “WELL… NO… I SAID IT WASN’T SHOWER SEX. BECAUSE IT’S NOT. AND… IT DOESN’T HAVE TO BE IN THE BATHROOM, PER SAY… UM… IT… IT’S WHAT YOU DO IN THE BATHROOM… IS WHAT… WATERSPORTS… IS…?” He shrugged, hands held up weakly as he gave a nervous smile to his brother. But Sans didn’t see that. His eye lights had vanished leaving the hollow voids of darkness as he gave his own twitch of a smile. Crap, he broke him!
White lights flickered back into existence as he pressed his legs together; the throb of the full magic pouch successfully shaking him from his shock. He laughed anxiously. Surely he was misunderstanding something here. “you’re saying… you want to have sex… with piss?”
Papyrus rubbed at the back of his skull, sure that he looked like a carrot by now from how brightly his embarrassed flush was shining. “…YES?”
The next few steps were a whirl in Sans’ fogged mind as he tried to understand what was told to him. He sat squirming on the couch as Papyrus rushed about finding a plastic table cloth and a punch bowl to lay out on their living room floor. How exactly was this pleasurable? Sure, it felt rather nice emptying it out but that was… private. The small skeleton twisted in his seat, crossing his legs. It seemed rather gross, but he wasn’t about to make the same mistake again by bringing that up. By all rational though, sex in general was rather gross. He nodded his head, agreeing with the idea. It was just another exchange of bodily fluids with the one he loved. Nothing to it. He could do this. He could. Really. His head snapped up when he realized Papyrus had been calling him. “y-ya, bro? um, sir?”
A small smile appeared over San’s face. Addressing the other like that made it feel so much easier to go through with this. He just had to listen. Just… obey. His eye sockets drifted down slightly as his body warmed up at the thought. Everything turned out so well when he just followed his brother’s commands. His eye lights fuzzed along their edges as he stared longingly at his brother’s tall, graceful form. The words weren’t registering, but the hand motion of pointing to the floor was rather universal. Slowly he got up from the couch and wondered over to his brother, almost feeling like he was in a dream. Like he was floating. His arms were lifted up and shirt came off. Next, the pants were slid down. The jolt from his bladder helped him to refocus a bit, able to hear his brother again more coherently.
“WOWIE, SANS. YOU’RE SO OBEDIENT TODAY! IT SEEMED LIKE YOU WEREN’T GOING TO AGREE TO THIS AT FIRST. I’M SO GLAD.” Papyrus cupped his brother’s face, tilting it up as he rubbed against his brother’s cheeks with his thumbs. He recognized that look. Sans was teetering along the boundary of subspace. His chest swelled with pride. They haven’t even done anything yet and already he had Sans worked into a putty! He leaned down, pressing his teeth against his brother’s gently. The small skeleton was so trusting and relaxed, it gave Papyrus just the confidence boost he needed. His older brother moved so easily at his gentle prodding, positioning the smaller body to straddle right over the glass bowl. “STILL WITH ME, SANS?”
The smaller monster slowly nodded. He struggled to keep his legs pressed together, but didn’t have much room for it between the size of the bowl and the size of his femurs.
“OK, GOOD. SO, UNTIL OTHERWISE INSTRUCTED THIS IS NOW THE BATHROOM.” Long fingers drug down the smooth, rounded skull in a feather light touch. “AND I WANT YOU TO RESIST YOUR BODY’S URGE TO ABSORB ANYTHING. JUST LET IT PASS RIGHT THROUGH. NO MAGIC, ALRIGHT?” When his brother opened his mouth to agree, he wedged his thumb back into the jaw joint to keep it propped open. With his free hand he pull his own pseudo-flesh free, giving it a couple strokes as he purred at the combination of the stimulation and the images flitting through his mind of what they’re about to do.
Sans’ eye lights shrink down slightly as he looks between his brother’s face and erection with an obvious expression of puzzlement. The head of the cock is rubbed against his teeth as Papyrus is ordering him to form a tongue. Without a thought, he instantly complies and pokes it out when he opens his mouth wider for better access. Nowhere in his mind does the thought of struggling or stopping appear. In fact, his eye lights are already shifting towards forming hearts as he lowers his voice to a silky tone, purring out “yes, sir.”
Papyrus pulls his hand away from the mouth, moving it up to cup the back of Sans’ skull as he urges the muscles to relax. The warm flow feels foreign and heavy as it pushing out of his member. A delicate arc is formed as the watery, faint orange liquid leaves his body to splash into his brother’s open mouth. His eye lights flicker between his brother’s face and his hand – waiting for any sign that his brother wants to stop. He sighs in relief when that doesn’t seem to be the case. Pressing his hips forward a bit, Papyrus rests the tip of his cock directly against the blue tongue. The flow is slightly blocked, splashing back against the erupting slip as he pushes the substance out more forcefully. The pitter-patter of droplets cascading down his brother’s bones sounds like music as it collects in a puddle inside of the bowl below.
The taste was… odd. Not the worst thing Papyrus has ever given him (that honor goes to what was supposed to be “food” but tasted more like burnt plastic). It was tangy and sharp; a bit bitter but with the faintest familiarity of his brother’s release. It was acidic and prickled at his tongue in a way similar to when their magic touched – or maybe that’s just what it actually was. Sans couldn’t be sure. When he looked up at his brother, Papyrus growled deep in his throat. But wasn’t he doing what he was asked? He couldn’t think much else on the matter as the length was quickly shoved back into his mouth and pressing against his upper most cervical vertebrae. His younger brother was hunched over him, running phalanges down his spine and ribs that were dripping with piss. The droplets tickled as they ran along the curves, combining together until they were too large to hang on and dripped down farther. They were warm at first when they gushed into his mouth and even as they first rolled down his tongue and back into his hollow body. But the liquid was quickly spread out and cooled in the air. It sent a shiver through his body, making the need to release himself all the more persistently known.
“SANS. …SANS!”
The older one didn’t like hearing his name like that. It sounded so… disappointed. He never wanted to hear it like that again. He blinked a few times, eye lights reigniting. Oh, that’s why. Papyrus was smiling at him again, cooing sentimentals at him while stroking his head. He hadn’t even realized that Papyrus was talking to him and pulled away when he didn’t respond, to lost in his own thoughts and needs. He moved his hands down to grip at his own ischium, digging the finger tips in to distract himself. “please, i need to go.”
“NOT JUST YET. YOU’RE DOING TO GOOD THOUGH. JUST A LITTLE MORE. WHEN I’M DONE, THEN YOU CAN GO, ALRIGHT? HOLD IT IN JUST A BIT LONGER. THIS TIME I WANT YOU TO HOLD ME WHILE I FINISH OFF IN YOUR MOUTH. I WANT TO SEE YOU WANT THIS.” Papyrus stroked himself a few more times, the sight of his dirtied and soiled brother sitting there and waiting more. Shaky hands reached up and took the shaft form his hands, pointing it into a wide spread mouth as the little body squirmed desperately. Dazzling eye lights looked up at him expectantly. Wowie… Sans looked beautiful like that. The taller skeleton wondered if he could push him just a bit farther. “BEG ME FOR IT, BROTHER.”
Sans closed his mouth to gulp. That was a bit much, wasn’t it? He didn’t have time to think though, his body already reacting on its own. “please, sir… i want the great papyrus’ piss… i want my little brother to pee in my eager, slutty mouth…” He could barely register the voice as his own. But it felt so right. Despite everything, it was still him. The last flood gushed forward, sending a warm wave to rain down through his body and collect below. The cock in his hand gave a small throb before the owner pulled away. Finally! Now it was his turn. Sans made to get up, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
“um… you said i could go to the bathroom when you were done… are you not done?”
“THIS IS THE BATHROOM.”
“…what?”
“I TOLD YOU THAT UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE THAT THIS WAS THE BATHROOM. SO GO AHEAD AND GO, NO ONE IS STOPPING YOU.” Papyrus couldn’t help the devious little grin that was quickly growing across his face. Sans just looked so lost and confused; the instructions from earlier must have been falling into place as a blush grew over the cheek bones and his mouth formed and o-shape. Papyrus moved around to wrap his arms around his brother in a comforting hug. He kneeled down behind him to hold him against his chest. The residual drops of his waste against Sans’ bones quickly soaked into his shirt as he leaned over to lap at a few stray drops clutching to his brother’s neck. Being already ridden of all possible magic, the liquid immediately went straight into his bladder again. Papyrus chuckled at the idea of a perpetually peeing monster. He’d have to share that idea with Blue and Q later. But for now he just forced the droplets right back out to let the unneeded organ fade away.
Sans tried to relax in the hold, he did. But his body was straining so much, pseudo-muscles clenching tightly to prevent any leakage from occurring. “i… i can’t… i can’t go here.”
Papyrus shrugged, letting his fingers of one hand ghost down as the other arm held Sans in place. “THAT’S ALRIGHT. I WON’T FORCE YOU. YOU DON’T HAVE TO GO IF YOU DON’T WANT TO.” He let his hand pause, distal phalanges just barely scratching along the outer wall of Sans’ swollen bladder. “YOU JUST GO AHEAD AND HOLD IT AS LONG AS YOU NEED TO WHILE I MAKE MY FAVORITE BROTHER FEEL AS GOOD AS HE JUST MADE ME FEEL.”
The smaller of the two tried to pull away, but that just added more pressure against the little organ. And that just forced out a few drops against his will. Sans whined and pressed back against his brother as the fingers slowly massage the taut, blue skin. No matter what he did or where he tried to move, little beads of liquid would trickle out from the tip of his prick to join his brother’s. He tried holding onto the head, pushing against the slit and even plugging it with his fingertip. The stretching burned and wasn’t even worth it as more tried to push out in reflex from the slight pain. Tears welled up in the corners of his eye sockets as his brother started using the flat side of his fingers now instead of just the tips to stroke the pouch brimming full of liquid waste. The first tear rolled down his cheek as a choked sob escaped him. A warm, slick tongue scooped up the trail before Papyrus nuzzled the side of his face.
“YOU’RE DOING THIS TO YOURSELF, SANS. YOU JUST NEED TO LET GO AND YOU’LL FEEL SO GOOD.” Long, delicate fingers wrapped around the bulbous, conjured organ. He didn’t squeeze, just palmed it as he stroked the entire thing in his hand. Seeing as Sans has given up in trying to pull away, he let his other hand drift down to loosely wrap around his brother’s cock to point it down towards the bowl as he gave it the faintest of strokes. The body in his arms shuddered, breath hitched.
Sans just couldn’t hold it any more. His eye lights rolled back as his mouth spread to release a silent groan. He couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. Magic pulsed in his bones, seeming to try and squeeze out every last drop as quickly as possible to finally be rid of it. The tepid stream released steadily, stroking along the inside of his cock in a way that nothing else could. Something was constricting around his bladder, forcing the torrent to gush out faster. He could barely keep himself grounded; it never felt this good before to relieve himself. His arms reached up, wrapping around his brother’s neck as his back arched. Teardrops trickled down as he squeezed his eyes shut from the intensity of relief coursing through him. The spike of pain from bumping his healing brand was barely noticeable as he collapsed against the body behind him. He was panting harshly, eyes barely silted open to watch his brother shake the last of the droplets out. Having been completely emptied, the bladder fizzled out of existence since it had completed its autonomic task. He tilted his head back, resting on Papyrus’ shoulder. Eloquent wording was never his strong suit, but he was too tired to even beat around the bush. So instead, he just asked his brother rather bluntly, “are we going to fuck now?”
Papyrus couldn’t help but laugh. Sans was already exhausted and looking like he had been roughly taken. The taller skeleton supposed in a way that was rather true; he did just have his way with his little, beloved bundle of bones. He scooped the smaller monster up, resting him against his hip as he used his freed hand to move the bowl over towards the side of the make-shift tarp. Papyrus placed his brother back down again to lay, with his legs tucked in underneath to raise his bottom up into the air. He stroked his brother’s sacrum, letting his fingers dig into the holes a few times before he pulled away. Sans gave him a grumpy look over his shoulder, hips rocking just slightly to search out the touch again. “WE WILL SOON. BUT FIRST I NEED TO CHECK YOUR LAB TO SEE IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING THAT COULD HELP ME WITH WHAT I WANT TO TRY FIRST. JUST ONE MORE THING BEFORE I FILL YOU UP AGAIN, BIG BROTHER.” The larger skeleton snickered as Sans turned away mumbling. He could just faintly see the blue blush reaching back around the side of the rounded cranium. He tucked himself back inside of his bottoms before heading outside and around to the back of the house.
The little skeleton figured it best to just stay in the position that Papyrus had put him in while he waited. It was a little embarrassing. He would probably dust on the spot if anyone were to storm in. Urgh, what if someone was in view of the door when Paps came back and could look in to see just a flash of his bony ass in the air? Sans crossed his arms and buried his face in them. His imagination was truly worst than anything Papyrus could or would ever do to him. Being left alone like this, he started to calm down some. He was still hard and ready to go, but the warm fuzzies and overwhelming desire to please was fading away the longer Papyrus took. Sans shifted a bit, hissing in pain with the key on his necklace swung over to clink against his blackened bone. He pulled the offending object away, blowing cool air onto the scorch mark. He was starting to worry now, not having any way to gauge the time. He fiddled with the metal, thumb rubbing along the pointed bumps. The click of the door behind him startled him out of his swirling anxiety as he quickly sat up. Images flashed through his mind of every worst case scenario before he realized it was just his brother and smiled. It was short lived though when he saw his brother holding up an empty syringe. No needle or anything… just the glass syringe.
“SORRY, BROTHER. BUT THIS WAS THE LARGEST ONE I COULD FIND. I WAS HOPING FOR SOMETHING BIGGER, BUT WE WILL JUST HAVE TO MAKE DUE.” With a few swift steps, Papyrus was kneeling beside his brother. He placed a hand between his brother’s shoulder blades and pressed down gently to get Sans to resume the position that he had left him in. Not quite liking how far away the bowl was, he reached over to pull it closer – right beside them. He submerged the tip under the liquid’s surface and pulled the plunger back to draw up the urine. The glass barrel was filled up as much as Papyrus could manage. He leaned over his brother and used his free hand to stretch out the little sphincter to make room. His orange tongue extended out as he pressed in closer, letting the appendage slide inside to loosen his brother up. He smiled to himself at the gasp and wiggle Sans gave in response. So expressive. So perfect. So his. He applied as much excess magic as he could to try and lubricate the opening. Magic invading magic was one thing, but this was something physical. He pressed two fingertips in and pulled them apart as he removed his tongue. The stretched little hole quivered as it was held open. Papyrus pushed the tip of the syringe in and depressed the plunger, watching as the liquid waste entered to sit inside of his brother.
“gah! paps, what the hell?” Sans tried to turn around to see what was going on, but the hand returned back to hold him down between his shoulder blades. He watched in disbelief as Papyrus drew up another ten CCs of urine. He tried to pull away, but again the tip was pushed through his opening and the liquid settled inside. The small skeleton shook his head, face glowing. “no more, it feels weird. i don’t like it! paps, stop it!”
“WHAT HAPPENED TO “SIR”?” Papyrus drew up another batch and deposited it inside.
“sir… stop… please…”
Papyrus made a move to retrieve another when he heard his brother sniffle. He set the object down and rubbed his brother’s back as he leaned over to try and get a look at the smaller face. “SANS… IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, YOU CAN JUST USE THE SAFE WORD. I WON’T BE MAD… THAT’S WHAT IT’S FOR! YOU CAN GO UPSTAIRS AND CLEAN OFF AND WHEN WE CAN JUST CUDDLE FOR A WHILE, ALRIGHT? …SANS?”
“b… b…”
The taller skeleton sighed quietly, nodding his head in understanding. He was getting ready to pick his brother up when he heard it.
“b-brother…”
Papyrus had to grit his teeth to not react outwardly. He wasn’t sure if he would laugh or cry, but something was bubbling that wanted to vocalize. With a playful swat to Sans’ tailbone, he set back to refilling the medical instrument. “THAT’S “SIR” TO YOU, PET. AND DIDN’T I SAY I WAS GOING TO FILL YOU UP?”
Sans arched his back, pulling away from the quick pressure to his sensitive bone. “no… sir… please… i can’t…” Once more he could feel the pressure of being breached and the liquid entering him. He tilted his head to the side to see how much was left… There was still some much more to go. He buried his face back into his arms to try and hide his moan. He didn’t like this. No, really, he didn’t. He just needed to say the word and they would be done. Just say it. His mouth moved wordlessly against his arms, eyes clenched tight. Another push and the foreign liquid squirted inside. “ah, sir!”
“YOU KNOW… IF I DIDN’T KNOW ANY BETTER I’D SAY YOU LIKE THIS, SANS.”
The small skeleton shook his head viciously, but still kept himself buried in his arms.
“YES YOU DO. JUST A LITTLE SLUT WHO LIKES TO BE FILLED. DOESN’T MATTER BY WHAT. JUST AS LONG AS IT STAYS IN YOU, RIGHT? IF YOU WANTED TO STOP, YOU JUST HAVE TO SAY SO.” Papyrus raked the glass container down his brother’s spine, letting the glass chime against each spinous process on the way down. This was taking more time than he’d like, but on the bright side that just meant longer that he could torment his willing brother.
“no… no, i don’t like it!” Sans gasped this time. His brother pushing the plunger down in slow spurts instead of all at once. His body shook as his orgasm inched closer and closer. “sir, please… stop…”
“YOU KNOW THAT’S NOT WHAT YOU SAY. GO AHEAD, SAY IT. I’LL JUST SIT HERE AND WAIT.”
Sans peaked out to look over at his brother beside him. True to his word, he had sat back with arms crossed. His eyes didn’t look the same as usual though. They were burning with devious passion. He was calling Sans bluff and… it was kinda turning him on. He ground his teeth together as he thought over his options. His cock was throbbing and he wanted to get fucked already. All this playing around was just teasing him along, not giving enough stimulation to actually get anywhere. Yes, he could feel the hope and prospect of it tickling along his bones and pseudo flesh – but it just wasn’t enough. His face felt like it was on fire as he saw his brother’s grin. “please…”
Papyrus picked up the syringe and filled it, calming responding to his brother without looking at him though his whole mind, body, and soul was telling him to just mount the poor dear. “PLEASE WHAT?”
“please… fill up… my slutty ass…” Sans was shaking again. He felt like he was flying high and as low as dirt at the same time. It was surprisingly a good feeling. The warmth from before was creeping back along his body to slowly replace the anxiety that had built up since Papyrus left earlier. He wanted this.
Tapping the glass against the conjured hole Papyrus still stalled. “WITH WHAT, PET? AND NO. NONE OF ME UNTIL YOU FINISH ALL OF THIS,” he said with a gesture towards the bowl.
Sans licked at his teeth, his hips pushing back to rub against the solid object. His hips rocked mindlessly as his body relaxed. “i want it… i want you to fill me up with all of our piss, sir. i want to be filled until i break.” Sans let out a cry as he got what he was begging for. There was barely a pause between each round as Papyrus flooded his hole. His tongue lolled out, laying against the floor that his face was pressed against as he watched the bowl drain away with hearts in his eyes. He babbled his appreciation to his domineering brother with “yes, sir”s and “thank you, sir”s.
Now, Papyrus is pretty submissive by nature. He wants to please everyone and make them happy. But to see his brother, lover, master shaking his hips and begging, well… Who could resist the urge? He might have been a bit mean, but it seemed Sans was responding best to that type of push. With the last of the liquid dispelled inside of his brother, he took a moment to admire his work. His hands rubbed at the pelvis that was thrusting in the air, sliding them down teasingly slow to brush at the pouch of magic that was swollen so much larger than he had ever seen it. …Could it take more? He held his brother’s hips as he moved around fully behind him. Selfishly not wanting to let go, he used the bottom of his brother’s ischium to pull his bottoms down to free his leaking member. "SHOULD HAVE JUST FILLED YOU UP RIGHT FROM THE SOURCE," he growled.
With a few false starts, he finally pushed his way inside. It was like nothing he had ever experienced. It was tight, with the water being compressed around him. It was so much warmer now – hot even. The liquid crackled with agitated magic along his member. Some even leaked back out through the hole, trickling down their legs to pool belong. He started a frantic pace, plowing into his brother quickly. It was all he could do not to give in right then. He draped his body over his brother, wrapping his arms around to fist his cock as well. Sans’ cries of pleasure were the best thing he ever heard. Just before he could reach his own peak, Sans had clenched tightly when he hit his own. He was pushed out of the tight hole and everything else came gushing out with it. Papyrus stroked his dick as fast as he could, relishing in the cascading wave pouring over him before he finally shot off his own load as well.
Papyrus leaned back, resting the weight on his hands as he caught his breath. Sans had slumped down to lay flat in the mess they had made. It would have been a comical sight if it wasn’t so sexy. He wondered if it could be both. Sans shuddered with a moan when he tapped his foot to try and get his attention. Did… did he just cum again from only that much? Papyrus crawled around to his brother’s head, hesitant about touching him and setting him off again. “..SANS?”
Lazily sans moved his eye lights up to see his brother. He gave a lopsided grin. “yes, sir?”
“SANS, WE’RE DONE.”
“yes, sir.”
Deciding to risk it, Papyrus pulls Sans up into his lap. Only a mild shudder went through the body against his, so that was a start. “OKAY, SANS. HOW DOES A BATH SOUND? AND I KNOW IT IS ONLY MORNING, BUT I THINK A NAP IS IN ORDER.”
Sans gave a slow blink as he curled up in his brother’s warm. It felt so safe and loving. Nothing could get to him. A bath? Perfect. A nap? Even better! And they were all things that were being openly given to him and not even ask for. He nuzzled against his brother to show his appreciation, words failing him. All he could manage was another, “yes, sir.”