Frisky and Bonely..

Part 10

You were enjoying the movie. It had a lot of things you could relate to but you were having trouble keeping focused on it. Your head was still resting on Papyrus's shoulder and his hand was resting on your shoulder. It was warm and comfortable. However Sans's hand on your thigh was making you slightly uncomfortable. He had fallen asleep shortly after the film started while leaning on his hand. Which was fine, you were used to it but you didn't expect him to try to readjust in the chair; which caused his arm to fall over to your side and his head was now resting against your shoulder.

He was snoring softly and you could feel his breath warm up your sweater as the hot air was trapped in the threads. Every now and then his hand would twitch and fall a little more to the inside of your thigh. His fingers would stretch and recede, rubbing along the fabric of your jeans. Having your thigh rubbed was slowly making you aroused. I know I shouldn't but if I could just slide my hips down just a bit. You start to squirm in your seat which alerted Papyrus.

"EVERYTHING ALRIGHT, HUMAN?" he was trying his best to whisper. He looks at you with a small amount of concern; his hand on your shoulder tightened a bit.

"Y-yup, just trying to get more relaxed." You smiled hoping he'd believe it and not notice Sans's hand almost at your crotch. You lean a little forcefully onto his shoulder. "Thanks for letting me use you as a pillow again."

"ANYTIME! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WANT YOU TO ALWAYS BE COMFORTABLE." Small orange blush lit his cheekbones as he looked back towards the movie. His grip on your shoulder grew softer and he started to use his thumb to massage your neck. You practically purr at the touch, you were a sucker for a massage. Allowing him to continue as his fingers joined in. You let out a soft sigh. This was definitely comfortable. Your breath soon caught in your throat.

You forgot you slid down in the seat to allow Sans's hands better access to you. The movement of his hand seems to occur more often than it did before and with more pressure. The tips of bones digging across the fabric sent shivers straight to your groin and you almost buck into his hands. You shift again in your seat, turning so your back is a little more towards Papyrus. His hand adjusts with you as his fingers start to work on the muscles around your clavicle and just above your breast. The angle your hips were at now allowed Sans's fingers to rub across your crotch when he stretched them out. Sans's head fell a little more on your chest than shoulders now; the hot breath that was warming your shoulder is now warming the side of your breast.

You were flushed and trying to control your breathing. Oh god... this is wrong! So wrong... but it feels so good... You recall the events that happened this morning; Papyrus's warmth behind you, Sans's face smothered on your chest, the way his body moved so deliciously against yours. Both of the hands that were on your body had increased the pressure as they dug into your clothes. You close your eyes and bite down on your lip in an attempt muffle the moan that was going to slip out.

They weren't even touching you directly and you could feel yourself getting wet and your nipples hardening. Papyrus's hand started to massage lower, careful not to brush against Sans's head; while Sans's hands moved up allow more friction against your folds. Your breathing was rapid now as you felt the familiar sparks of pleasure build up. It was so exciting doing this here, out in public, where anyone could catch you. Catch you in the act of using their touch in such perverse ways. Your body lifts up, trying to press more into the hands, and you let out a small whimper, almost begging for release.

Their hands had picked up on the pace; giving you the sensation you were so desperately wanting. You bit down hard on your lips, causing it to bleed a little while your senses were filled with the white pleasure of your climax. Your toes curled in your boots as the sparks course through your veins. You grip the armrest so hard your knuckles were turning white. You're vaguely aware of the hands sliding off your body. Opening your eyes, you didn't realize you were panting. You also didn't realize that the room's lights had turned back on and you had two skulls in your face. Shit. Thinking anyone can catch you is one thing, but actually having them catch you is another.

You immediately come down from your high and the blush on your face was intense as you stare at the skeleton brothers. Both have their own blush, Papyrus has a shy smile while Sans has a much wider grin.

"now that's what i'd call a happy ending," Sans winks at you. Papyrus reaches his hand towards you and uses his thumb to brush of the small amount of blood on your lips.

"ARE YOU ALRIGHT, HUMAN? YOU'RE BLEEDING." His smile fades into concern as he looks into your eyes. "BROTHER, MAYBE THIS WAS TOO MUCH."

"nah seemed like just the right amount of build up to me." You cover your face with your hands, unable to look at them any longer. You feel like you could just die from the embarrassment and guilt you are feeling. "hey now, we didn't put in all that effort so you could hide our reward." Sans pulls one of your hands away, brings it to his face and gently places the back of your hand against his teeth before locking his fingers around yours. Papyrus took your other hand soon after.

"CAN YOU STAND?" You really don't want to look at them, your heart was still beating loudly at the mix of feelings you were experiencing. You mumble out a soft yes, and start to stand up, your hands still being held by theirs. You try not to think about the fact that you were now holding the hands that were just making you writhe in pleasure minutes ago. You were still pretty shaky from your orgasm, so both brothers gave you a gentle pull to help you stand. You weren't expecting the tug and lost your balance and almost fell on top of them.

"that's all it takes to make you fall for us?" Sans smirks. The Sans in my dreams said a similar line, guess I know him too well. "if that's the case, walking home might be out of the question. Hey, bro, mind giving her a lift?" You frown and are about to protest but Papyrus had already bent down and quickly picked you up. He was now carrying you bridal style. You might as well try to get used to constant blushing, these two were never going to let it leave your face.

"I can walk! Pappy, put me down." you wiggle in Papyrus's arms in an attempt to have him put you down. It didn't do you any good, his strength greatly outnumbered yours.

"NYEH HEH! AS TO NOT FURTHER INJURE YOURSELF, I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS SHALL CARRY YOU UNTIL WE HAVE REACHED HOME. PLEASE DO NOT OFFER UP MORE RESISTANCE. I DO NOT WISH TO USE FORCE." You frown at him, you didn't manage to loosen yourself from his grip using what force you could muster and here he was not using any to keep you still.

"I'm not a child anymore, you can't plan on walking out of here carrying me the whole time do you?" it would only add more embarrassment to your never ending list.

"nah, it's fine, i know a shortcut." Sans grins; he then wraps his arms around you and Papyrus. With a black flash, the feeling of your stomach dropping and a slight dizziness in your head, the three of you were home in the living room.

"I CAN NEVER GET USED TO THAT." You place a hand to your head to try and stop the room from spinning. Papyrus gently sits you in the middle of the couch. You move your hand away now that you're feeling a bit better. You look up and see them both looking at you again.

"SO..." Papyrus fiddles with the end of his shirt then glances at Sans.

"we should probably talk about this date's major climax." You groan, as much as you love the shorter skeletons puns, this just wasn't something you wanted to deal with.