Classic Fontcest {scenarios}

Scene 2 {fluff}

Prompt: "Increasing Sans' (very low) self-esteem."

Warnings:
Cheesy writings. Implied sexual content. Very light NSFW.

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3rd Person's POV

"Papyrus.. I-I can't."

Sans stumbles with his words, nervously hugging himself.
Papyrus raised a curious eyebrow, halting at his movements before settling down in a kneeling position in front of Sans.
You see, Sans and Papyrus has been trying to take a step farther in their relationship.
It started with pecks on the cheek, on the mouth, etc. then it turned into them both gently fondling and exploring both of their bodies. Papyrus grew curious of his lover's body, and asked if he consented to being touched that way. Sans hesitantly agreed.

But now..

Sans was in front of him, his back on the wall as he was seated on Papyrus' bed; only wearing his boxers while Papyrus was fully dressed.
He looked shy. Embarrassed. And he was hugging a pillow to block Papyrus' view on his ribs.

"Sans.."

"I-I know.. 'm sorry. Sorry. I-it's a turn off but I can't-"

Papyrus cut his ramblings off with a peck on his brother's forehead. Sans stopped shaking, the tears in his sockets were almost spilling with anxiety as Papyrus tried reassuring him that it was okay. He was fine. It was his decision whether to stop or not.

Sans slightly calmed down, his shoulders relaxing as he looked at Papyrus uncertainly.

Papyrus' breath hitched a bit as he finally observed Sans' white, pristine bones.

He was...

Very attractive.
He felt himself getting aroused, but pushed it down for Sans' sake. He didn't want Sans to feel forced into making love with him.

After five minutes of comfortable silence, Papyrus gave him his best reassuring grin. Sans just looked away, frowning. (Papyrus was certain that Sans' upset behavior wasn't directed to him; rather, it was directed to Sans himself.)
"Do.. You want to talk about it Sans?" Papyrus sat beside him, noting how Sans scooted away from him, hugging the pillow tighter in hopes to shield himself.
"I.." Sans gripped his pillow even tighter again. "I'm fine, Papyrus." Sans bit his lower lip.
After what Papyrus has seen, it was evident Sans was lying to him. Instead of getting angry, instead of yelling at Sans for leading him on just like Sans had expected him to;
Papyrus picked up his clean clothes on the floor and offered them to Sans.
"Here, brother."
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"-and I just can't show myself like that.. I feel.. You know.."

Sans was curled up beside Papyrus, who had his arm around Sans and was listening intently; often giving a peck on the cheek if Sans stuttered over his nervousness.
Turns out, Sans was insecure.
"My body is ugly," he muttered. "I'm embarrassed of myself. I hate how like look."
Papyrus' frown grew, but opted to not show it to Sans so he won't concern himself further.
Sans..
Honestly thought of his body as 'ugly'? Papyrus thought the opposite. Papyrus hugged Sans, with him burying his face into his brother's chest, bones trembling with a negative aura around Sans. He felt ill, confessing like this to Papyrus.
He shouldn't have-

"You're amazing."

(Clank)

Papyrus has pressed his teeth on Sans' forehead, making him blush bright blue.

"What..?-"

"You're beautiful."

(Clank)

"You're the coolest brother I'll ever have."

(Clank)

Sans felt confused and flustered at the same time at Papyrus' praises, his soul beating fast from the adrenaline rush he had.

"Bro.. What's up?"
Papyrus kept mumbling sweet praises to him, eyes closed and indenting the end of every phrase with a peck on the forehead.
Sans' skull was cyan now, trying to squirm out of Papyrus' grip before giving up and settling beside him, head on the pillow as he gripped Papyrus' soft shirt.
Was Papyrus really praising him?

Sans spotted a soft, orange glow in hit ribcage, sockets widening as he tried to look away.
Souls are supposed to be kept extremely private, and could only be shown to the ones you trust and live the most.
But..
Sans realized that Papyrus did trust him.
Papyrus loved him.
A whole lot.

"-and you're worth it."
(Clank)

Papyrus finished, scooting a bit back to see Sans' face. He gave a snort at the extremely flushed look Sans had, not to mention the blue glow on his skull.

Sans whined, squirming a bit before covering his face with his hands. "D-don't laugh a-at me!"
Papyrus chuckled, rubbing Sans' shoulder to comfort him.

"I love you brother."

".. L-love you t-too, bro."