31 Shiptober Errorink Writing Challenge

12. Making Out

Error shuffled, breaths coming out in short, warm puffs.

His soul hammered against his ribs, yearning for a continuation of what had been broken a moment earlier.

The GLITCH's cheekbones were burning with blush, looking somewhat bashful due to being fully aware that he looked like a blue lamppost.

Ink was a few inches apart from him, smirking dubiously, panting just as well. 

His sockets held two pink hearts, making it very obvious what Vial he was currently drunk on.

"Enjoying yourself~?"

"J-ust ki-ss me ag-ain-n damn-it!"

Ink didn't hesitant in fulfilling the request, Error melting into the kiss near-instantly.

Ink sure was a damn good kisser.

Speaking of the sneaky bastard, he had slipped his hands under Error's clothes, leaving each of his burgundy ribs warmed with a soft stroke.

Hearing the satisfied hums of his partner, Ink grew more confident in each movement, it didn't fail in exciting them both. 

Quickly loosing his hesitance, Error let his own hands drift to the other, desperately gripping his sleeves and pulling him closer. He was loving this despite it venturing vastly outside his comfort zone, he still let it play out, the warmth in his soul making him despise the thought of the moment ending.

 He never even realized how much he had desired Ink to touch him like this until now, years of being touch starved making themselves very apparent.

He deeply appreciated the other for easing him into being familiar with touch.

Error never fathomed this even possible, with his Haphephobia and all, but here he was, kissing someone.

Kissing Ink.

Prompting the kiss to further heighten, Ink pushed Error further against the ragged beanbag and licked the others lips. Fully absorbed in the moment, Error parted his lips, allowing the kiss to form into something more heated.

Ink jolted for a moment, breaking the kiss a secondary time.

A bit disgruntled, Error wondered why he had stopped.

"Heh, sorry, I keep forgetting you have multiple tongues." Ink offered, not even letting Error get further than opening his mouth to reply before continuing, slowly letting it escalate back to where they had left off- though a little different this time, as Ink rested his hands on Errors cheekbones, almost as if holding them together.

The momentary dissapointment was soon forgotten, replaced by newfound passion.

This was closer than Error might have ever thought he'd allow anyone, let alone Ink, to be, he could even taste the bitterness of the paints Ink had gulped down.

He didn't regret allowing this either, loosing the ability to create coherent thoughts within the foreign emotions.

Error hadn't been kissed like this before.

Ever.

And oh boy was he enjoying it, in fact, he wished it would never end.