"Pat, stop," Deceit almost whines. Almost. And Patton stops, he's straddling Deceit's lap, hand caressing over the scales littering his torso. "Why?" Patton asks, cocking his head to the side in that adorable way. "I'm, well," Deceit stutters, flushing a little, "my scales are sensitive." And Patton seems to be thinking it over then he too flushes. "Oh," he mutters, "are you not enjoying it?" Deceit licks his lips, "I- uh, I didn't say that, I just- in case." Patton grins, wild and wicked, like he's up to something. His hand cups the scaled side of Deceit's face and strokes.
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Sanders Sides Drabbles
FanficA collection of drabbles about the Sanders Sides. More NSFW than not.
