"Perhaps you need to be reminded of what you are." Papyrus suddenly purred, and Sans flinched so hard that Papyrus almost broke out of his spell. But it was too late. He was already in too deep.

And he WANTED this. He wanted Sans like he had never wanted another. He wanted to claim Sans as his, make him fall apart, to lose that calm front that he always had. He wanted to make Sans scream and beg and cry.

With one swift movement, Sans's shorts were discarded onto the floor. Sans cried out in surprise, scrambling backwards, but Papyrus was on him, pinning him in place.

And it was so easy. Everything about Sans, even his clothes, were made for easy access. For that's what he was. A toy for Papyrus to use, every feature easily available.

Papyrus pulled the struggling figure closer to him, then reached down, stroking the underside of Sans's pelvis. Sans gasped, shock still rendering him slow as he shook in Papyrus's grasp. He moaned as his magic coalesced in response to Papyrus's ministrations, a soft lilac-coloured mound meeting Papyrus's fingers.

Papyrus smiled a triumphant, predatory smile before plunging two of his fingers into Sans, stretching him out. He screamed, tears streaming down his face as he shut his sockets in pain. His hands scrambled against the carpet floor, trying to gain purchase.

Arousal spiked up Papyrus's spine as he watched Sans squirm and whimper underneath him. He added another finger, and then another, watching as Sans wailed in pain, trembling violently.

He leaned over the quaking figure, pressing his teeth to Sans's as he shoved his entire hand into Sans. Sans screamed against Papyrus, the sound muffled as Papyrus slipped his tongue into Sans's mouth, forcing him to kiss him back.

Sans's hands came up, grabbing onto Papyrus's forearms as his tears streaked down his face. He choked against Papyrus as Papyrus's tongue forced its way down his throat. His legs trembled around the hand that was still buried in his magic, purple cum beginning to drip out around it.

All at once, Papyrus was withdrawing, leaving Sans spread on the floor, shaking and leaking cum. His sockets had become black as night as his tears spilled onto the floor.

Papyrus could feel the adrenaline rushing through him. His arousal at this image of Sans spread out, weak and helpless, on the floor was so intense, it was staggering. He swept Sans up into his arms with a single-track mind, ignoring Sans's weak protests as he carried him to his room.