#savoryhoneybear

[savoryhoneybear]

Glucose Guardian (WIP AU sugarbaby!sans x reader)

CW: dubcon, implied drugged sex, handjob, frottage, oral sex, sans x reader, reader's sex/gender is left vague, implied alcohol consumption. ecto body, ecto genitals, spit kink, unnegtioated kink, financial hardship, original character (its satyr, but he's niceys). alphys cameo. i have no experience working a big boy office job so please don't look at the details of your "work" too closely lol. ask to tag <3

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he can't move.

sans feels heavy, like his bones had been replaced with lead weights. his eyes refused to focus.

where was he, again..? the last thing he remembered was you, sitting next to him at the bar and telling him all about your business. you were so excited about closing a deal with the vegetoid group - something about "making magic mainstream." now, he was pretty sure he was laying down, somewhere. he was looking at the fancy wallpaper of an expensive hotel room. the sun barely made it through gaps in the thick blackout curtains.

what time was it? how long had he been out? was papyrus okay?

he groans, trying to push himself up from under the heavy comforter - only to be pulled down, arms wrapping around him that he had no memory of inviting into bed with him. his panic is muffled and dampened by his lethargic magic. he can feel warm human skin in direct contact with his bare bones.

how much did he drink last night? the last time he woke up in someone else's bed like this was during his college years, but that was... well, it wasn't that long ago, admittedly. still! these days, he was way better about picking his partners, and he was always home before his brother had any reason to worry.

this felt different. the way his body wasn't listening to him was starting to scare him.

the body behind him tugs him closer, a soft, breathy moan chilling the top of his skull. he was being clutched like a teddy bear.

that couldn't be comfortable, he thinks offhandedly. his ecto isn't even summoned. his spine had to be poking into your soft tummy. his tailbone was being cushioned by the warmth of your -

oh, stars. you shift again, your thick thigh moving up and around his pelvis, locking the two of you together. sans can't look, but he knows it's you. he realizes sluggishly that he's surrounded in your scent. the body he'd fantasize about during guilty late night solo sessions was nearly crushing him now, exactly how he wanted it to. you seemed to revel in his bony form instead of being repulsed, and if the way you rubbed against his pelvis was any indication, you were getting off on it, too.

the new knowledge sticks to the front of his mind like taffy, refusing to budge. he whimpers, wishing he had the strength to do anything about it when his ecto starts collecting along his bones.

when it pops into place, solidifying with a squelch, he hears you hum in confusion. you're roused from your light rest, and in the dark of the room, his magic was neon bright, like a freshly cracked glowstick. it didn't help that he couldn't stop thinking about your thighs, or the chest pressing against him, or your hands on his ribs, or -

you chuckle softly. one of your hands moves from his sternum to trace lazily over his newly appeared rolls. you pinch a love handle with all the tenderness of a romantic and place a kiss to the back of his skull. he literally can't fight the way he melts at your attention.

"goodmorning, baby blue," you murmur. "looks like someone's excited for round three."

sans is trying hard to remember why this was a bad idea. he'd been wanting to be in your bed for ages, now, hadn't he? sure, he was missing his morning shift, and papyrus was probably wondering why he hadn't called yet, but -

oh fuck. he was going to get fired.

sans mumbles with a note of urgency, trying once more to get up and out of your decadent embrace. you only shush him, hand trailing further down to his half-hard magic. he whines, only spurring you on.

"hey, hey, it's alright," you say. "just relax, sweetheart. i've got you."

you continue to coax small sounds from him, lovingly pulling on his perfect little cock. you can feel him grow to his full size the longer you pleasure him, using the beaded up precum on his tip to slick the way. sans' breathing speeds up in time with his soulbeat and any vision he had flickers in and out. It's all he can do to stay conscious while you bring him to what was, apparently, his third climax of the night.

you're huffing into the side of his skull now, and he can hear every stitch of humor when you watch him spend weakly over your fingers. it plants a seed of doubt in his throat. what was so funny? did he look weird? did he not last long enough? were you playing some sort of joke?

you shush him again, pressing kisses to his cheek, each one followed by a small praise. "gorgeous. lovely. handsome. darling," and so on. it eases most of his anxiety.

sans finds himself feeling rather puddle-like. there was no hope of escaping now. he might as well accept his fate. once whatever was in his system passed, he could bombard you with twenty questions. he doesn't know what he was going to do about his shifts today, but nothing could be done in this state.

the thought of you that clings like taffy to his mind stretches to push his worries down until all he had energy for was the stream of praises being kissed into his bones.

---

as soon as sans settles again, you untangle yourself from the sheets and pad lightly to the restroom. you prepare a warm towel and grab a water bottle from the mini fridge on your way back. you take great care in cleaning up your escort, helping him take a few sips of water before lulling him back to sleep.

he's been your favorite partner so far. everything about him was interesting. you've found yourself delighted by this little skeleton in more ways than one. you wanted to keep him around.

you set up beside him, maneuvering him so that his skull rested against you as you went about a lazy morning routine. you checked your phone for missed calls and new emails, working through the small tasks that you could stomach before having your cup of coffee.

there was a lot less stress for you to handle this morning, thankfully. last night had been your personal little celebration. with the vegetoid group signing on to work with your team to bring monster brands to human shelves, it wasn't that you were off the hook - more so that you could focus on your favorite part of the job.

you rub a hand over your face. some caffeine would be nice anyway.

you lean over sans to reach for the hotel's landline, catching sight of his phone lighting up in silence. your curiosity gets the better of you, and you grab it instead, looking through the barrage of notifications. multiple missed calls from "bro." a few from "work3," and many unanswered texts. you frown, looking down at the sleeping monster beside you.

that won't do. you make a note to yourself to ask him about it when he wakes up. it wasn't any of your business to do damage control yet, though.

you put his phone back down and make your call to room service, requesting a late breakfast in bed. that settled, you shoot a text off to your personal assistant and ask them to find a new set of clothes for your companion before noon. the measurements you send are educated guesses made by using his old, discarded outfit as a reference.

he was adorable to you, but to the hotel's mid-day staff? he absolutely was not passing through the lobby without judgment. you didn't want to have to deal with it - it was cheaper to just doll him up a bit now than it was to keep mouths shut.

you let in room service and tip them well when they leave, coming back to find sans blinking groggily at the silver cart.

"good morning, darling. you must be hungry."

he groans, unsticking his tongue from the roof of his mouth a few times. he pushes at the sheets with the strength of a kitten, and it makes you want to coo and chitter over him. you help him out of his cocoon, bringing him closer to the food.

you watch as he struggles to pick up the fork. your humor quells to concern when you finally realize that sans isn't just tired. he seems to be incapacitated.

"are you feeling okay?" you ask gently.

sans' eyelights are hazy when they look up to you, and his teeth clatter when he tries to put together more than a whimper. eventually, he manages to slowly shake his head "no." a few more yes or no questions later, and you feel anger sparking in your chest.

you curse, grabbing your phone to get in contact with your PA again. you tell them to switch priorities and get a monster healer to you as soon as possible. you didn't know it was possible for a monster - much less one made of bones - to get roofied. If that even was the drug responsible, anyway. how had you not noticed?

you figured the two of you had had plenty to drink, sure. and sans was even rather enthusiastic about getting out of his clothes, but...

you tell sans that help was on the way. until then, you help him eat by feeding him yourself. you try not to think about who in that seedy little pub had slipped something into his drink. you try not to think about the fact that you had taken great pleasure out of his pliable body. you try not to think of the way his phone was still lighting up with new messages, as missed commitments passed with the rising sun.

you grimace. you take a chug of your warm dark roast. it helps a little.

sans is trying to get your attention. he's blinking owlishly at you as a hand tugs at your robe. you glance at him with a questioning hum, and you watch as he tries to form his words.

"wh...what... haah. happ'ned?"

you look away, take another swig, and sigh.

"not much," you say. "we both got drunk and i brought you back to my hotel room for sex and cuddles."

sans' eyelights are trained on you, even as his body sways unsteadily in its upright position. you wince. just how big of a dose had he been given?

"...s'rry," he mumbles. "didn' mean to..."

you scoff despite yourself. "no shit, babe. i'm not about to blame you for getting dosed. when i find out who did this to you i'm going to skin them alive."

sans frowns. "...didjou... like... it?"

you look away.

"i was drunk," you say again.

he nods. a mistake, apparently, proven when he starts convulsing like a sick cat. you leap up in alarm, rushing him to the restroom in the nick of time.

you two stay huddled by the toilet until another knock on your door demands your attention. you hesitate to leave sans' side, and in the silence your PA decides for you. they use the spare key card to let himself in, and you peek out to see him marching directly to the unkempt bed. he starts setting things to rights, placing a bag of brand new clothes on the couch.

sans' sockets blank out, and he huddles further away from their view.

"satyr, your patience truly knows no bounds," you say sarcastically.

the tall cat monster adjusts his smart sweater vest, twitching his whiskers in place of an eye roll. the black and white tuxedo pattern of his fur is well groomed, complimenting the ice-blue eyes that flash daggers in your direction.

"you were the one who demanded urgency," he says with a slight hiss. "you're lucky dr. alphys was available at the drop of a hat. her time is valuable, and i expect you to be on your best behavior. she will be joining us any minute now to look over your new pet."

you know that name. a part of you relaxes at the knowledge that was good old alphy coming to your aid.

you tsk. "aw, is that jealousy i hear?"

his tail flicks. "you wish it was. where is he, anyway?"

you glance over to see sans in a miserable little ball. your mirth crashes when you see him shiver. you move closer, gathering him up in your lap. the bathroom tile is cold where your robe fails to cover you. you could only imagine what it must feel like on his bones.

"i have him," you say. "he's uh. not doing too good, say."

satyr hums. "have you given him anything?"

"food and water. nothing heavy. no meds because i don't know what he's ingested."

"right."

satyr continues his organizing in silence. sans curls up closer to your warmth, tucking in under your chin. you talk to him with gentle tones, rubbing soothing patterns over his dim ecto, still summoned despite his exhaustion.

another knock on the door. satyr answers for you, and after a hushed conversation filled with pleasantries, you hear the heavy footfalls of a different monster.

"d- director?" you look up at the mention of your title. "good afternoon! it's- it is good to see you again."

"afternoon? stars, is it already that late? thank you so much for coming out of your way, doctor."

alphys gives a small wave of dismissal, smiling nervously in the face of your gratitude. "don't- don't, uh, don't worry about it! not a problem at all. i hear you might be in need of an antidote?"

you shift around, bringing the front of your rob into view, and the sickly skeleton clinging to your body. alphys gasps.

"s-s-sans?? what? what are you doing here?"

you look back and forth at the two curiously. "you know him?"

alphys pushes her glasses up with an anxious tick, and then moves to rustle through her supplies. "uh! well, it's uhm- it was a small underground, you know? only two skeletons around to know! ha, ha..."

you look down at sans and curse silently. good going, pal. you managed to get attached to one of the easiest monsters to identify. sneaking him anywhere with you was going to be a higher risk affair than you had initially planned.

sans moans sadly, reminding you of similar noises he had made just that morning. you bite the inside of your cheek and wrap around him protectively once more.

oh, the trouble would be worth it.

alphys takes out her phone, tapping around for a bit. "i'm going to do a detailed CHECK on him. It's essentially like a full body scan. i'll be able to see the changes in his stats and address his symptoms directly."

"okay," you say with a nod. "i trust you. just let me know if there's anything you need me to do to help."

the doctor nods back, quickly refocusing on sans' care.

you watch intently, but there isn't much to see from your end. dr. alphys assesses sans' skeletal structure (say that three times fast) and you get a peek in their bag to see various supplies and substances that you know better than to name.

satyr busies himself with your calendar, anticipating your desire to move today's appointments further down the week. you would have to make it up to him later.

absentmindedly, you rest your cheek on sans' skull. "you're doing so well, baby," you murmur. "you'll be all fixed up in no time. then we can spend the whole day together. go on a little date. doesn't that sound nice?"

sans' ecto glows in response.

"you might want to make sure his schedule is clear, too, before making any plans, director." alphys is putting together a few different liquids as she says this, allowing her to display a rather collected, confident energy. it suits her.

you hum. "yeah. his phone is being bombarded with messages as we speak. it's okay. i'll take care of it."

"papy?"

sans tries to move in the direction of his phone, but he's stopped by alphys this time.

"he's worried about you," the doctor says, "but i know for a fact that you wouldn't want him to see you like this. i've got something that should do the trick, but you have to let my intent do its job. are we clear?"

"...crystuhl."

"good. satyr, do you mind grabbing sans a cup of water?"

satyr does as he's requested. sans takes his concoction without complaint, and the doctor observes for any immediate complications.

"so..," you say smoothly, "who's papy? is that the famous brother i kept hearing about last night?"

sans nods. "s'the best."

alphys grins. "yeah. uhm... anyway! it's- it's going to take a few hours for you to get your full cohh- coherency back, sans. i can talk to papyrus for you if you'd like?"

another nod. "ok."

"you might feel better if you rest at home, too."

"oh, best not jostle him around too much, right? you're free to stay here with me, darling," you cut in with a tone that invited no argument.

"ok."

alphys glances between the two of you for a moment but ultimately concedes.

"a-alright, then. if anything comes up, at- at all, then uhm. dr. satyr knows how to contact me. is there anything else you'd like my help with, director?"

you glance at your personal assistant, who doesn't care to remark on his pretty new honorific.

sans had stopped shaking, so you give alphys a gracious smile.

"thanks again, doc. i owe you one."

once alphys is sent on her way, you round on satyr. sans is set on one side of the bed, and he's clicking through his various notifications.

"since when are you a doctor?"

satyr's tail flicks. "if you had read my resume when you hired me, you would have seen that i received my doctorate in bio-mana technology."

"wait, wait, wait, so then, why didn't you help sans?"

"i have no license to practice medicine as, if you remember the words i just used, i am not a doctor in a medical field."

you stick your tongue out at him. "so mean to me, and for what? i could fire you, you know."

"if only," satyr says. he pushes his glasses up, the corner of his mouth curling in a smirk. "unfortunately, you need me around to cover you when you decide to shirk your responsibilities and play lovestruck fool."

"admit that you like the challenge. oh! speaking of shirking responsibilities - i don't want sansy getting in trouble with anyone. sans, sweetness, who do we need to call to give you the day off?"

sans shakes his head.

"no?" you pout. "what do you mean, 'no'?"

"no need to call anyone for the first gig," he says slowly. "alphys said i'll be fine soon, so i can... make- i can make it to my night shift-"

"what? absolutely not! you're literally recovering from getting drugged - that's a medical emergency, isn't it?"

sans shrugs. he rubs a hand over his skull with a low groan. "i don't- i'd rather... it would be best if no one knew i was in the position to get roofied at all, if that's okay with you, director."

you balk at his short tone, crossing your arms. "why? it's not like it was your fault."

"they won't care. it's fine. i can work."

"but you shouldn't," you plead. "sans, baby-"

"can you stop that? please."

your jaw clicks shut. satyr meets your side glance. he checks his watch and turns heel, immediately getting your hint that you want to be alone.

the hotel door clicks shut, and the silence in the room feels heavy.

sans sighs. "i'm not your 'baby'. you just think i'm weird. or, or... erotic. exotic? different, anyway. you'll be over me in a week."

that's not fair. you cross your arms, half in defense. you want to immediately disregard the comment.

but you couldn't, could you? satyr had been covering for your promiscuity for years. had become a bit of an expert at it, frankly. if sans was ever made properly aware of your track record...

you hate to imagine the way he'd look at you.

but this felt different. you wanted this to last longer than a month. you'd already put in so much effort into making this work. you weren't about to let him think you didn't care.

you weren't about to let him leave.

"i'm sorry. i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," you say honestly. "i won't use pet names until you ask me to, moving forward."

sans looks tired. "ok."

you pout. "the rest of what you said isn't true, though. well, not like that. i mean, i like you a lot for a bunch of reasons."

sans puts his phone down. he blinks, and his eyelights struggle to refocus on you. "...like what?"

"well... i like your humor. and the way you talk about your brother. you must really love him." with every point, you inch your way closer to him. "there was this one time, when we were at that rooftop bar. do you remember? you talked about the stars for like, twenty minutes."

sans' face heats up. he looks away, and you chuckle.

"i would have listened to you ramble for the entire night, but you did just that. you got all blushy and shy and apologized for being super smart and cool."

there it is. sans snorts, making you grin.

"i like your appetite. if i knew how to cook, i'd want to share a meal with you. you don't laugh. you snort and chuckle and huff. i think i've managed to make you laugh, like, at most twice. i want to get to know you more and figure out how to get that big belly laugh out of you every time."

you lower yourself to the ground beside him, resting your head and arms on the bed and looking up at him innocently.

"if you stick around, that is. if you'll allow me to get to know you," you murmur. "of course, i like the color of your magic. and yes, i think you're sexy as hell. absolutely gorgeous. i love the way you melt into me, and the noises you make when you're so far gone that it only feels good."

sans' blush floods his cheeks.

"i want you, sans. i want to help you. will you let me?"

he looks at you for a long while. you sit patiently, looking back. he's searching for something, and you hope that what he finds convinces him to let you kiss him again.

he ultimately looks... conflicted.

"ok," he says softly. there's something vulnerable in his voice that makes you want to curl up around him again, and protect him from this bitch of a universe. you had failed him last night. you weren't going to let it happen again.

you smile kindly.

"ok. can you tell me what you need?"

sans picks his phone back up. his mood sours again.

"i don't know," he says earnestly. "i just got fired, and i missed the time to set up my hot dog stand for the lunch rush. my next shift starts in about four hours, and i know for a fact that if i call out now, they're not going to let me back in the door."

your soft posture is rigid once he's done explaining his situation. you hate to think you've cause him so much stress... you also despise that this man has been working at least three jobs just to make ends meet. no wonder he could drink you under the table - every day was another stress to hide at the bottom of the bottle.

"how much do you need? like, monthly?"

sans looks sidelong at you. "don't worry about it."

"too late for that, babes. i- i mean, sans. sorry. it's too late for that, though. i'm so very worried about it. you're smart and charismatic. you catch on to things very quickly. i bet i can give you a referral to a way better position-"

"no."

"what- but, why? please, sans, you're going to work yourself to death!"

sans shrugs. "It's not that bad... a lot of us don't even get the opportunity. It's hard to hire a skeleton for much of anything. if i was a bunny, or a dog..."

"then work for me."

sans squints at you. "doing... what? you already have a personal assistant."

"mmmaybe," you hum, inching closer. "you could keep me company. be my escort."

"i... i... no," he says slowly, with great hesitance.

"how much do you need, sans? i can offer you double."

"wha- what? no! i can't accept that-"

"triple."

sans huffs. "stop, please, i- look. i don't need much. it's... it's my brother who needs it. he got accepted into MEU. i think i told you about it? anyway. his classes, the tuition- the room and board... it's so expensive. the gold i had saved up from before is set to run out in a couple months if i don't have at least four different streams of income. i don't want him to worry about it, much less about me. he needs to focus on his studies and on getting to know as many people as possible. i don't want to be the reason he holds himself back from reaching his potential, and i can't- i can't be there for him the way i used to be, but then i wonder if i ever really was and i can't even-"

sans is starting to have trouble breathing, the anxiety choking him. you rush up to hold him again, shushing him.

"sans. sans," you say, tone firm. "you're okay, papy is okay. it's going to work out. please, trust me. let me help you. if you won't let me help you get a job- let me cover one month. i can give you time."

sans groans, leaning into you. his grip on his phone is worrying. you try to be soothing.

"why are you so against the idea, though? if anything, i'd expect you to leap at the easy out."

he buries his face against your chest, tossing his phone to the side just to grip you instead.

"i... like you. too." the confession is caught in the soft material of your robe.

you perk up for a moment before collapsing back into confusion. you wait for him to continue.

he's shaking again.

"i wanted this to be different," he says in a rush. "i didn't expect to like you so much. i don't want to take advantage of your status, and i don't want you to think i'm only here for your money, i just- if i can't do this, then what use am i to you? what do i tell paps?"

you frown. "sans. please look at me."

sans whines for a note, but does as he's told. he backs up just enough to meet your eye.

"sans. you don't have to do this alone. please let me help you. i promise that i won't like you any less."

sans' eyes flicker. "you promise?"

you nod. "i promise."

sans bites his tongue. he curls in closer to you, the side of his skull resting over your heartbeat.

a minute passes.

you try to be soothing, rubbing patterns into his ribs and rocking gently to and fro.

eventually, sans nods.

"ok."

you light up, pulling back to look sans in the eye again. "really?? wonderful! how much do you need? Mount Ebott University isn't Ivy League, right? i could probably find a way to slash that tuition for your brother. Where do you live again? do you rent or did you buy? regardless, i have property in the city that you could live in-"

"s-slow down," sans mumbles.

you grin. "sorry! sorry, okay. well, here, let's start with this-"

you grab sans' phone and hand it back to him.

"call out. you're not going anywhere today, young man!"

sans' smile is wobbly, and a drop of sweat appears on his skull. "ok."

you giggle, feeling compelled to plant a smooch to his cheek. that makes him blush again.

---

he calls out. someone on the other end of the line yells at him, and you don't entertain it for a second, hanging up on them for him. with a small celebration, you kiss him senseless.

with his newfound freedom, sans' first request is to take a shower. understandably so- usually you would have insisted on taking one earlier, but today had been rather eventful thus far. you don't even really think about it in your excitement, picking sans up in a bridal carry without issue and marching happily to the large bath.

you set him down on the soft bathmat and remove your robe with a flourish. sans' sockets widen, and he stumbles back a step.

you cackle. "what? it's nothing you haven't seen before!"

sans is grinning despite himself. "in my defense, it's usually dark, and i'm usually half-drunk."

"then feast your eyes, darling," you say with a grand gesture, standing proudly before him in plain view. only to wince at your mistake and walk back with a rushed, "shit, sorry, i mean-"

sans laughs.

"no, no- it's fine. i uh... i was..." sans' hands clench into fists. "you promised... so, uh, its okay. i like it..."

you perk up again. "you like it? what do you like?"

sans is bright blue when he says, "i... i like being... your baby..."

you squeal in delight. you pick him up again, this time spinning him around in giddy circles. with every endearment, you place another kiss on his soft face. "baby!! sweetheart!! darling!! cutie-patootie!! honey bunches!!"

eventually, sans devolves into a fit of giggles, helpless to avoid the onslaught of your affection. you set the water to temp, and as you wait for the room to steam up, you help things along by pressing sans against the wall.

you kiss him again and again, licking at his teeth. he summons his tongue at your insistence, and he tastes like-

medicine.

you spit without thinking, recoiling at the flavor. sans presses himself as close to the wall as he can, and he stares at you with a hint of fear. his jaw snaps shut, tongue hiding away.

"oh stars, oh stars, oh-" you fret, "no, wait-" and you can't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it. "i'm so sorry, oh my fucking stars, i didn't mean to do that, i-"

sans' blush is so deep, his eye lights flickering and warping.

you kiss him elsewhere, trying to soothe over your mistake-

only.

sans is stiff as a board.

you grin.

"wait a second... did you... like that??"

"n-no!"

"holy shit, you liked that!!"

"i- i don't even-"

"you little freak," you say with a purr. "i'll just have to keep that little trick in my back pocket, hm?"

before he can protest again, you reach up to hook a thumb on his bottom jaw, prying it open. you see sans' florescent blue tongue squirm in embarrassment as you slowly position him inches below you. you gather a small bit of saliva and threaten a drop of it.

sans' eyelights spiral out of shape, and his arms lash out in search of stability. you pull back before the drop lands, letting go of him enough to let him gather his senses. he's gasping, trying to get a hold of himself, trying to not make it so obvious that he found that hot as hell.

his eyelights betray him, flashing heart shaped. his ecto is at full mast, and when he finds stability, he finds it in you, clinging to your strong arms.

now knowing what to expect, you dive in to kiss him again. the taste is unpleasant, but his keening whine makes it worth it. stuck between you and the wall, he ruts against you, searching for friction. you let him take his own pleasure, encouraging him to grind against you.

the steam builds around you, hot and heavy. you moan, dropping a hand to sans' thick thigh, pulling his leg up and over your hip. you rub against each other, and you can feel how the slick from his ecto is sticky against your skin.

"good boy," you say roughly, nipping the corner of his mouth. "you look so pretty and desperate grinding on me. does that feel good, baby? yeah?"

"y-yeah."

"i want to hear you say it."

"it- it feels- nmgh- it feels good."

you groan. "perfect. so good for me, sans."

"please, please-"

"what do you need?"

"need more," sans begs, "please!"

you kiss him hard, shifting until you can comfortably wrap a hand around his dick. you pull a few adorable squeaks out of him, and you can feel it in the way he twitches that his pleasure is climbing.

the ceilings are high enough that you can lift sans up until his thighs rest on your shoulders. he yelps, the bite of fear easily melting into arousal when you lick a stripe over his delicious looking cock. the tip of it is a dark indigo, contrasting the vibrant sapphire of the rest of his ecto.

you give him a teasing kiss before swallowing him down to the hilt. he's not the biggest you've ever had, but you might just claim him to be the best. he fit perfectly in your mouth, and he tasted as good as he looked. you moan around him, loud and vulgar, and focus on making him delirious with pleasure.

sans holds on to the best of his ability, a chant of "please, please, please," joining the humidity of the room. you're honored to provide.

it's wonderful for both of you. you love the way he feels, twitching involuntarily, thighs shaking even as they clamp around your head. sans' moan is gorgeous and ragged when he finally reaches his peak. his hands pull you down, smushing your nose against him, and you happily swallow down every pulse of cum that paints the back of your throat.

sans is panting, the strength of his hold waning as aftershocks zip up his spine. you look up to see his heart-shaped eyelights are hazy and warbling, and for a minute, you're so overcome affection that you want the moment to last forever. you suckle gently until he's whining again, one hand weakly asking you to stop.

you release him with a pop and one last kitten kiss. you take sans gently off of your shoulders and guide the two of you to the waiting stream of water. the shower was more than ready for you, and the water felt divine.

"you did so good, darling," you say in a hushed tone, half because your throat needed a moment to rest. "absolutely gorgeous. positively delectable."

sans is liquid in your hold, and he sighs with heady decadence. you rub gently at the surface of his exposed bones. slowly, the ecto clinging to his frame fades back down, and you're left with a sleepy little skeleton that you can maneuver as you wish. you are nothing less than thorough, making sure any buildup of magic and sweat was washed away. you continue to praise him as you go. it was quickly becoming your favorite thing to do.

after doing the same for yourself, you shut the water off and wrap sans in a big, warm, fluffy towel. he dozes almost immediately, trusting your care.

looking down at his peaceful expression, it dawns on you just how far gone you are.

as long as he continues to indulge your offer, you are going to do everything in your power to keep sans for yourself. safe, happy, and pampered...