Us. {papyton}

Chapter 12

Papyrus wasn't quite sure how it happened, and it wasn't particularly special for a first kiss but it was nice nonetheless. Up until a moment before they kissed, he didnt even realize he liked Mettaton that way.

It was just after they had finished eating dinner, Toriel had muttered something about going to bed and Papyrus and Mettaton were left to clean the few dishes there were. Mettaton had accidentally poured in too much soap and there were bubbles EVERYWHERE.

Papyrus was rushing around, trying to pop every single one he could while Mettaton watched with growing admiration. With a leap, Papyrus caught the last bubble, but slipped when he landed and banged right into the counter.

Mettaton rushed over, stifling a laugh. "Are you okay Papy?" He held Papyrus's cheeks, even though he was injured nowhere near his face.

His face lit up. "I'm fine, that was fun!" He leaned against the counter.

"Oh it looked fun~,"

One moment they were sort of awkardly looking at each other, and the next Mettaton had pushed him up against the counter, so suddenly and desperately eager for a kiss.

Luckily Papyrus wasn't opposed to it, and suddenly they were kissing. Kissing so sweetly and delicately, even though Papyrus sort of sucked at it, but he tried and that was all that mattered. Mettatons hands were still on his cheeks and Papyrus's arm had somehow migrated around his waist, all pressed together against the table weirdly.

After a few moments Papyrus pulled away, probably due to the incredibly uncomfortable position they were in. He let out a nervous chuckle and looked away.

"Nyeh hehe...", his face was red and eyes all cute and giddy.

Mettaton stood up straight, trying to look unphased, although he was screaming internally. He quietly returned to the dishes, drying off the final ones. He was painfully aware that his cheeks were glowing too, though this far from his first kiss.

They were silent for a few minutes, putting away silverware and cups, both too afraid of what the other would say. Finally, Papyrus spoke. "Mettaton...?"

"Yes dear?" Mettaton looked up into Papyrus's eager eyes.

"Can you kiss me again? You're....You're very good at it." He said very gently, quite unlike his usual shout.

Mettaton set down the fork he was toweling off, and opened his arms for Papyrus who in turn, rushed into his embrace.

Their lips met yet again, and Papyrus still kind of sucked at it. Both were oblivious to the door slamming in the background.

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Eden here! No this isn't the end of the story, it's just the beginning actually, but consider this the end of act 1 sort of. I had originally planned this to be a coffee shop au, but my mind raced with so many ideas, I kind of want it to be....more? Get my drift? Anyway next weekend I will be returning with 'act 2' in which more shit will go down, like Papyrus learning Mettatons secret, what went down between Sans and Mettaton and FLUFF. Have a great day and don't forget to vote and comment! -author-chan💙