Shut Up and Drive

Papyrus rushes into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. His soul is pounding in his chest, thudding through his ribcage to beat against the package he holds pressed to his chest. It's not often that he gets mail, but this... this he was expecting.

His brother isn't due home for a couple of hours, even if Papyrus counts the 'break' he's probably going to take at some point during his shift. Sans is predictable like that. Papyrus has his patterns down to a science—he doesn't have to worry about being disturbed.

He can take his time.

Quickly, he locks his door and sets off towards his bed. He puts the package down on it, eyeing it over carefully. It looks completely innocuous. No labels anywhere and wrapped up in simple, brown paper. It's completely discreet. No clue at all as to what maybe be hidden inside.

An eagerness thrumming in his bones, Papyrus moves to open it, careful not to tear the paper any more than he has to. He unwraps it thoroughly, folding the undone paper and setting it off to the side in order to reuse it in the future. That done, he looks down at the box that remains.

It's a black, lacquered wood case with a magnetic clasp on it. He knows as much before even inspecting it because that's what the specifications had said online when he'd purchased it in the first place. It's an expensive purchase, but well worth it and he reaches out towards it with a trembling hand, opening it and peering inside.

Instantly, a flush casts over his cheekbones. He knew what he'd see, it doesn't come as a surprise at all, but... somehow having it here in front of him now is entirely different from working himself up over a period of several days to buy it in the first place.

The box is a starter kit.

Or, at least that's how the website had phrased it.

There's a bunch of toys in it. Adult toys. Sexual things that practically make Papyrus's soul quiver upon seeing them.

There's quite a variety in it too, considering it was only an add-on to a bigger purchase he'd made. The kit includes lube and condoms and fuzzy handcuffs and candles and monster candy to power though more involved scenes—it's all sophisticated and mature and Papyrus feels his chest puff up just seeing it. Best of all, every item bears the MTT symbol emblazoned on it, classy as always from the Underground's most famous celebrity.

The true attraction, however, is the item in the middle.

It's the whole reason Papyrus bought the bundle in the first place, and he picks his new purchase up with reverent hands. A vibrator, touted by Mettaton himself. It's has a sleek black design with grey accents and hot pink focus to really bring the whole piece together. He'd had to save up for ages to get this, making sure to keep his purpose for sudden thriftiness hidden from his brother as he did.

And now he finally has it ready in his hands.

It doesn't take very long for Papyrus to shuck off his clothes. He leaves them strewn about the floor, taking illicit pleasure with being messy in the heat of the moment. There's a rush of excitement tingling up his spine as he flops down onto his bed, right on top of the covers. He flips face forward, staring down at the melting pool of magic centered in his pelvis.

He doesn't even have to think before it snaps into the shape of a soft mound, his femurs trembling in anticipation. He's wet already, just the thought of what he's about to do enough to make his body warm. With the vibrator in one hand and excitement pounding through his soul, he raises a thumb to flick its switch.

It turns on with a loud, cacophonous buzzing that tears like a chainsaw through the silence and Papyrus feels like his soul almost stops.

He fumbles with the switch, flicking it off and grabbing it tight as it goes absolutely still and silent. He freezes.