Sanders Sides Oneshots [All Ships]

[3] - Moceit - Hat

Warnings: deceit (sympathetic), mention of past touch starvation, secret relationship, fear of not being supported, slightly sad patton

,,,why am I writing a ship fic with two of the three characters I'm the worst at writing

this is likely disgustingly not in character

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Patton laughed, loudly, as Deceit swatted his hands away from his face. He gripped Deceit's hands instead, pulling them up from his face and first kissing the back of his right hand and then the left.

Deceit's human half of his face flustered a bright pink and he looked away, scrunching his nose in distaste. He saw how Deceit glanced at him and clearly fought all he could not to smile. The corner of his mouth that Patton could see near twitched into a smile, but Deceit kept his lips pressed together in what was probably supposed to be a disapproving frown.

"Dee," Patton cooed, attempting to drag him closer by pulling at his hands, and at last Deceit turned face to face to Patton, "stop hiding."

"Alright then, I will keep hiding." Deceit said with a suffering sigh, allowing Patton to lean in close and brush their noses together. It was easy with how they were sitting face to face on Patton's bed.

"Nose kisses." He said with a grin and Deceit didn't say anything, he only brought his lips to Patton's in a soft kiss, and Patton let go of one of Deceit's hands in favor of cupping his cheek as he kissed back. They reluctantly parted, Deceit slowly blinking at him and Patton was reminded how cats would blink slowly at humans to say hi. He couldn't help giggling at that.

"Patton you are too goddamn cute." Deceit said fondly. And Patton was torn between scolding him for swearing and kissing him again.

"Language, Dee. And did you run out of lies again?" He said, finger prodding Deceit's cheek, the one on the human side of his face.

"It just becomes exhausting after a while, you know that. And I keep forgetting that I don't have to only lie around you. It's a habit I'm so very used to." Deceit said, only briefly meeting Patton's eyes before glancing down

"I know." Patton kissed his forehead, and Deceit looked at him in such a way that made Patton utterly confused over how Deceit could possibly have used to scare him. He sighed to himself, tilting his head slightly to the side and letting his eyes roam over Deceit's face, attempting to imprint every detail into his mind.

Deceit met his eyes with mild confusion, apparently not enough to ask and he instead let Patton be as he noted the color of Deceit's eyelashes and the way the soft light from his nightlight mirrored in his eyes and how smooth his scales covering his cheek and the side of his face looked.

All those important small details about his lover.

"Can I touch your scales?" Patton wondered, knowing very well that the answer was not always the same and asking was the safe way to go.