The door had barely slammed shut behind them when Sans pushed him up against it, the splintered wood digging in through the thing fabric of his hoodie. It felt like every sense of his was heightened as Sans dragged him down till they were at eye-level. He didn’t have even a second to feel shocked or embarrassed or anything other than receptive when Sans licked into his mouth, furious and wet. The kiss itself was mostly teeth and sharp scrapes against soft, conjured flesh, but it didn’t stop Papyrus from moaning low at the taste of his brother on his tongue.
Sans pulled back and Papyrus stumbled, crouched awkwardly as he was. His brother wiped his mouth against his sleeve and pointed at him. “On the floor.”
He didn’t question it, bones almost tingling with how eager he was for this. Papyrus’s soul thudded hard against the back of his ribs as he fell to his knees on the threadbare carpet and then quickly settled himself onto his back on the floor. Before Sans could even ask Papyrus started pulling off his pants, exposing his cunt, already formed and dripping.
“You’re gross, Papyrus,” his brother growled in that deep, guttural voice of his, making him shiver all over from the sound alone.
“Yeah,” he grinned, slipping his phalanges into his mouth before drawing them back out, slick with spit. He brought those same finger down towards his cunt, rubbing against the soft lips once, twice, before pushing them into himself. “I’m fuckin’ disgusting.”
In the very next second, Sans was down on the floor with him, reaching to wrap one firm hand around the one Papyrus was using to work himself open. He yelped at the pressure around his wrist, tight enough to bruise. Sans either didn’t notice or outright ignored him, too busy using his other hand to work open the front of his pants and pull his dick out.
When he did, Papyrus laughed; a low, raspy wheeze. “Shit, you’re gonna fuckin’ tear me up with that thing.”
“Shut up,” Sans retorted, taking his cock in hand and rubbing it up against Papyrus’s wet folds.
He supposed he should at least be grateful that Sans wasn’t going in just like that, though it seemed like his brother wasn’t aware of the concept of stretching a partner out before fucking them open on a dick that god damn thick. But oh well, it wasn’t like clients hadn’t done worse to him, and it felt good anyways. Made his face feel hot and his bones feel like they were filled with liquid heat, burning for Sans to get a move on.
He was so into the feeling of it, the weight of Sans’s cock resting against his cunt, just barely pushing into it, that it took a second squeeze of Sans’ hold on his wrist for him to realise he was being spoken to. “Huh?”
“I said,” Sans repeated, eyelights flashing, grim and serious. “Are you ready?”
Papyrus was surprised he’d even bother to ask. Nevertheless, he answered his brother with a slow, sultry smile.
