[Sans is too fargone to notice the TV or that it's been switched off. All of his focus is on Mettaton, on Mettaton's soul in his hands, on the feeling of Mettaton's fingers against his own soul. It's all-encompassing, overwhelming, and he can feel restraint from Mettaton's end, a sense of holding back, of waiting--he's waiting for further consent.]
[What did he ever do to deserve someone like Mettaton?]
[He arches again as he feels Mettaton's soul burning against him, squirming beneath Mettaton, letting out another gasp. It's like he can feel himself spilling into Mettaton's soul, and all at once he's surrounded by Mettaton's desire for him. Heat floods his marrow. Even with how incredible everything already is, his body and soul are calling out for more contact, more sensation. Mettaton grinds against his pelvis and Sans lets out a soft little whine.]
metta...
[Mettaton is saying his name like it's the most important thing in the world. He feels teeth against his neck and that combined with the press of Mettaton's thumb to his soul is like electricity rushing through him.]
[The sound he makes is downright lewd. He stares blearily up at Mettaton and claps his free hand over his mouth. He couldn't stay quiet that night on the roof, but he's stubborn enough that he's going to try it again this time.]
[It's not going to last long, though, because Mettaton is begging him to let him in. He takes a shuddery breath and moves Mettaton's soul toward his own.]
ah, god, yeah...need you...
[His soul is a little slower to react. He's as eager as he's ever been, but he's got a stubborn streak a mile wide, and the instinct to be cautious and stay safe is hard to dismiss, even with Mettaton holding him like this. But after another moment, his soul reaches out, and the hum fills Sans's skull.]
[It's more powerful than last time. They were only holding hands then, not souls, and the link between the three of them was longer and thinner. This time it's like their souls are pressing together. Like they're one.]
[It's like stepping into sunlight. It's soft. Intense, but not overwhelming. Peaceful as he feels someone else with him, someone else buoying him up on love and magic.]
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Date: 2018-12-01 07:13 pm (UTC)[What did he ever do to deserve someone like Mettaton?]
[He arches again as he feels Mettaton's soul burning against him, squirming beneath Mettaton, letting out another gasp. It's like he can feel himself spilling into Mettaton's soul, and all at once he's surrounded by Mettaton's desire for him. Heat floods his marrow. Even with how incredible everything already is, his body and soul are calling out for more contact, more sensation. Mettaton grinds against his pelvis and Sans lets out a soft little whine.]
metta...
[Mettaton is saying his name like it's the most important thing in the world. He feels teeth against his neck and that combined with the press of Mettaton's thumb to his soul is like electricity rushing through him.]
[The sound he makes is downright lewd. He stares blearily up at Mettaton and claps his free hand over his mouth. He couldn't stay quiet that night on the roof, but he's stubborn enough that he's going to try it again this time.]
[It's not going to last long, though, because Mettaton is begging him to let him in. He takes a shuddery breath and moves Mettaton's soul toward his own.]
ah, god, yeah...need you...
[His soul is a little slower to react. He's as eager as he's ever been, but he's got a stubborn streak a mile wide, and the instinct to be cautious and stay safe is hard to dismiss, even with Mettaton holding him like this. But after another moment, his soul reaches out, and the hum fills Sans's skull.]
[It's more powerful than last time. They were only holding hands then, not souls, and the link between the three of them was longer and thinner. This time it's like their souls are pressing together. Like they're one.]
[It's like stepping into sunlight. It's soft. Intense, but not overwhelming. Peaceful as he feels someone else with him, someone else buoying him up on love and magic.]
[There you are.]
[There we are.]
[Sans loses himself, melting away into Mettaton.]