Errorink oneshots (I don't know anymore)

7 Minutes in Heaven pt. 2 - Lemon

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Morning had came again, and everyone was still asleep in the living room. Our 2 main characters were in the smaller's room.

The events from last night were a bit..entertaining to say the least. To recap, the Star sanses and Bad sanses got together for a sleepover, in which they played truth or dare and Nightmare dared Error to have 7 minutes in heaven with Ink. During that time they confessed their feelings and even almost had sex in the closet, but they ran out of time and went to bed early.

Which brings us back to now.

Error and Ink were sleeping soundly on Ink's bed, their backs facing each other as they slept on either side of the bed. They thought it was awkward of them to sleep on the same bed, even though just last night they were about to have sex.

Ink woke up first; some beams of light hitting his face from his window and through the little crack his curtains didnt cover up.

He groaned and opened his eyes slowly, his wall being the first thing he sees.

He turned around lazily, to be met with the sound of snoring next to him. It sounded oddly familiar, too familiar actually. He opened his eyes wider to focus on the person, getting up slightly to see his face.

Suddenly he lost balance and fell right on top of the person, his head buried into the person's chest.

What he didnt know is that he woke the person up.

"OW! What the fuck?!"

They looked up, face to face with each other. Then they realised who the other person was and blushed. Ink looked at the position they were in and blushed harder, vomiting ink on himself. Error, clearly overwhelmed, crashed on the spot and was rebooting while Ink was throwing up more off the bed.

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When ink pulled himself back together and Error rebooted, they just stared at each other, looking away blushing.

Error looked rather annoyed while Ink looked embarrassed and shy. Ink was still on top of Error, which made it worse.

They wanted to speak, but they just didnt know or couldn't find the right words.

But, as they say, actions speak louder than words.

Ink felt something poking him between his legs, prompting him to look down. He stared at his former enemy's erect cock being trapped in it's cloth. He blushed, having some flashbacks of the night before, in which he was nearly going to be fucked by his said former enemy, up against the wall of a storage closet that they were locked in. They confessed their love for each other and started to make out like those couples on TV do.

So why do they act as if nothing happened?

Ink looked back up at him, who was still looking annoyed and away from him. It was like it never happened.

But to Error, it did happen. He wanted to happen. He was sick of all those wet dreams he had about his former enemy. All day all he would do is fantasise of claiming him for himself and keeping him forever. He even replicated a sex doll of him to influence his sexual fantasies.

But here he is, right in front of him, sitting right on top of his lap, so vulnerable. But he isnt doing anything about it.

He almost did the night before, but they were stopped.

Ink kept on looking at him, contemplating his next move. He didnt know whether to move, to just go back to sleep, to hug him, to kiss him or just leave him alone.