'Til When Will We Part? (Reaper!Sans X Geno!Sans)

TW3P Part 13

*** Smut Ahead ***

Reaper held the sides of Geno's ribs and lifted him into the air, planting a fresh kiss on his teeth. It was a simple kiss; a request, and when they parted and Reaper searched his lover for an answer, Geno smiled and nodded. Reaper's feet left the floor in excitement, and he quickly and smoothly flew the both of them to his room.

"Why is it here?" Geno chuckled and asked, still giving himself in to Reaper's hold.

"My room, I get to be in control," Reaper flashed a grin, blue magic dusting his cheekbones.

Geno rolled his eyelight in its socket and gave a huff, but nodded. "Alright Mr. Almighty God of Death, don't get too full of yourself. I'll play along, but remember that there's only one way I'll ever let you take me."

"And you're the only person I'll ever take this way," Reaper grinned, drawing a bright red blush from the skeleton in his arms.

Geno turned his head away and stammered out, "S-so what do you want me to do, Reaper?"

The skeleton god crossed his legs while still floating in mid-air and held Geno in his lap. "Well," he murmured, pinching with one hand to pull Geno's jacket sleeve off his bony shoulder, "we can start by getting rid of these unnecessary things."

Geno's face flushed even darker. He slowly lifted his arms to unwind Papyrus's scarf from around his neck, gently folded it, and used blue magic to set it down on Reaper's dresser. Meanwhile, he quietly allowed his divine partner to strip him naked. Every now and then, despite himself, he would let out a small whine or a squeak, and Reaper had to hold in his chuckles.

Geno's bones were in bad shape. His jacket sleeves were hiding arms full of cracks and chips; his shirt guarded a rib cage that was barely even in one piece, and missing several important chunks. His pelvis under his black basketball shorts was fragmented and porous, and his legs were riddled with marrs. 

Reaper drank in every inch of his undying lover with fuzzy white eye lights. He half wanted to tease those injuries and make Geno cry out with his lovely voice, and he half wanted to hold him tight and safe from the rest of the world forever. With a hot, anticipatory grin, the god stroked the bloody gash across Geno's rib cage with one skeletal finger. He watched his mortal partner hunch over and shiver in pain, but look back up at him with a wide, glassy eyelight.

"Reaper," he muttered, a thin trail of magical (or possibly blood-soaked) red saliva trailing between his teeth as his mouth automatically opened to make room for the magical tongue that had formed inside. "That hurts."

The god smiled wider. "Sorry. Let me help you feel better."

As if it had never been there in the first place, his smoke-like black cloak melted into the air. Reaper manifested a glowing blue tongue for himself, and his fangs split open to give it space. He leaned in for a much more interesting kiss with his lover. 

When their tongues touched, as concentrated with magic as they were, it was practically like their souls were touching. The sensation was warm, a little wet, and tingly. Reaper could acutely feel the wounded pulse of Geno's magic, and tried to slow his down to match. 

Their teeth gently clicked together, their souls slowly synchronized, and Reaper allowed them to gradually descend onto his sheets with Geno on bottom. It was slow, almost reluctant, but Reaper managed to pull his head up and give them both a moment to catch their breaths, metaphorically speaking.

"I know I never asked," the death god breathed, "but it hurts to touch me, right? Are you going to be okay?" 

Geno heard a hidden message in those words: Tell me now if you're not ready yet. He smiled tenderly, "Honestly, I never noticed. I'm in pain either way." He shuffled and drew his knees together, protecting his teeth with his hands sheepishly. "Do I look like I can't continue?"