"s-sans," trump muttered, taking his lovers flanges in his own pale orange hands.
"what is it donald?" sans questioned, moving closer so that they were only millimeters away from eachother.
"i- i love you sans." donald said, breaking eye contact by looking at his feet, taken by surprise when sans grabbed his chin.
"i love you too." he whispered, pulling donald into a deep kiss filled with emotion. trump pulled away, tears threatening to fall from his blue orbs.
"this is wrong." trump nearly cried out. sans sighed and took a step back.
"it is," he started, clicking his boney digets together, "but if this is wrong i don't want to be right." sans growled, pulling donald in for yet another kiss- this time aggressive and full of need.
