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I noticed this book is lacking in S M U T

Sooooo-

I wrote sum uwu. Not full smut really cuz I'm lazy, but a nice long amount of foreplay uwu

 
It was cold, and even the large fireplace blazing away didn't warm the chilled bones of the two skeletons huddled up on the same couch together. They had a thick blanket tangled around them, and a surplus of warm clothes adorning their bodies. Yet still, they were cold.

Outside the sky was black, the stars light barely able to push through the thick clouds that hung over the corrupted lands like a plague. It was too cold outside even for snow, the air deadly with cold that could prick you like shards of glass.

"I-It's s-so- so fucking cold-" The smaller of the the two skeletons hissed, his trembling fingers clasped tightly around the edge of the black fluffy blanket they'd wrapped tightly around each other. He was convinced he could actually see his breath every time he breathed, a faint, nearly transparent cloud pushing up from his throat each time.

"Yeah? W-Well tell that to the guy you've stolen the blanket from-" Nightmare hissed, his tentacles wrapped around himself as well as his trembling partner. He growled and snatched a corner of the blanket before yawning it towards him roughly.

Cross yelled as the blanket was ripped from his grasp, cold air washing over him despite the fire's efforts. His body racked with shivers and he gasped, pressing his body against the octopus even more than before. "H-Hey-!"

"Stop complaining." He grumbled, hugging the thin blanket tight to his chest. "Go run around by the fire if you're cold."

"No- m-my feet are fucking ice blocks." He wheezed miserably, digging his face into Nightmare's chest and clenching his teeth shut tightly to stop them from chattering.

"What a shame." The amount of sarcasm was so thick that it could have dripped from his pointed tongue. Though it would have frozen fast.

The two lapses into silence for a moment, the smaller pressing himself as close as possible to the goopier, who constantly growled each time a sharp elbow or knee cap jabbed into his side.

"Watch where you're putting those-"

"Oh I'm sorry, would you like me to move?" He sneered, a hard jab to the rib cage following from his arm that earned a short lived pained groan from Nightmare.

"I'll throw you into the fire if you'd rather."

"At least I'd die warm." He glared coldly up at him before finally stopping his wriggling, going limp against the taller. His whole body was now on his lap, his side pressed against Nightmare's firm chest and legs dragged up to his tummy. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but he daren't move again.

And Nightmare was hardly comfortable either, his resting bitch face deepening with a scowl. That was when he got an idea. A terrible, terrible idea.

"...Hey, Cross?"

"Yeah?" The smaller's voice was gruff, but he tipped his head back to look at his lover expectantly nonetheless.

"What if I told you... I had a way to warm you up." He found himself placing his words carefully - for now - and a slight smirk twitched on his 'lips'.

"I'd ask why you hadn't done it sooner." He shoved him, but in a more playful way over agitation. "Why? Please tell me you've got a portable heater stuffed up your hoodie...s."

"No. Not that." He shook his head and resisted the urge to snicker. "Something better."

"I don't know what could possibly be better than a giant portable heater right now." He muttered while tugging the sleeves of his sweaters over his trembling fingers. They were numb, completely useless.

He shoved them under his armpits quickly after in an attempt to warm them, eyes falling shut as he listened to the gentle breathing of the negative lord beside him. But the taller's silence unnerved him and he opened his eyes groggily to stare at the crackling fire.

It was made of gorgeous colours, flickering yellows, oranges and reds dancing in front of his eyes in ways they only understood. Beautiful. "...Nightmare?"

No sooner than the word had left his 'lips' he felt something pull up his sweater from behind, and before he could protest, Nightmare shoved one of his tentacles inside.

It was freezing. An icicle curling around his fragile spine and squeezing. He shrieked, his breath caught in his throat at how unbelievably cold the tentacle felt. It sent his body rigid, and honestly he felt that with one tug, his spine could snap.

"N-Nightmare-" He hissed, his throat dry and barely able to talk, trembling. "T-Take it out!"

"Nah."

The tentacle curled around his spine slowly, squeezing it and rubbing up and down quickly. But he made sure not to be too rough with it, handling it as if it was a shard of ice, able to snap at too much pressure.

Squirming on his lap Cross gasped, his hands uselessly clawing at Nightmare's tentacles. He could hardly grasp them, his fingers scrabbling weakly against the soft flesh-like surface. His fingers might as well have been made of spaghetti, the numbing cold rendering them to lifeless bones he was in no control of.

Humming behind him the darker skeleton payed no notice to the smaller's protests, and soon another tentacle had slithered under his sweaters to tangle around his ribs.

Cross' voice was lost somewhere in the transition from his throat to his mouth and he found himself only able to gasp as icy tremors shot through his body like knives. The tentacles squeezed, pulled and tugged at his upper half, in no way being careful either.

Despite his body feeling like a frozen lake, he felt his face start to burn up from embarrassment, his cheeks flushed darkly and eyes fluttering. "O-Oh- m-mnh...! Nightm-mare-"

His words came out pathetically soft and he tried telling himself the stuttering was due to the cold and nothing more.

The lord grinned behind him, a hand reaching up to cup the boy's cheek, noting how his struggles had lessened considerably. "See? You're already warming up."

"F-Fuck you-" He panted, eyes squeezed shut. Despite how torturously cold the tentacles were, he couldn't deny the feeling of warmth building up in the pit of his abdomen, his insides churning with every squeeze and pull and tug the tentacles gave. It slowly got bigger and bigger; a ballon gently inflating.

Soon enough the friction between the tentacles and bone created warmth, and this time when deep shivers rolled through Cross' body, it wasn't from the cold. He groaned and whimpered in his partners lap, breathing quick and irregular and chest jerking up and down rapidly.

He felt light headed, his eyes blearily resting on the glowing fire. He was conscious of Nightmare moving him on his lap, but didn't do anything about it, simply slumping against him when the taller pressed his back against his chest. He gave a groggy purr as he felt Nightmare's hand rub his cheek from behind, but that quickly turned to a drawn out moan at a particular squeeze.

"MnhaAH~! N-Nighty..." The fondly used nickname came out as a slurred whine, his body shivering to no end as Nightmare's hands crept under his clothes and pulled their way up his ribs.

"Mnh- w-wait-" His body went rigid as the taller's index finger pressed against his soul, a sort of strangled gasp surfacing. "N-Nightmare-"

"Yes, darling?" He snickered softly and rubbed soft circles on its firm outer surface, his fingers tapping and drumming at it. Each time he did so Cross' body would convulse lightly, gasps and sharp intakes of breath resulting. He felt tense, knowing that within a matter of seconds Nightmare would make his move.

And he did, his tentacles stilling as he pushed a finger through the soul's protective layer and shallowly inside.

Cross gave a cry and threw his head back, his skull hitting Nightmare's chest firmly and he squeezed his eyes shut tightly. The finger felt so out of place in his soul, and it sent his entire system crazy with 'warnings' - if that's what you want to call them. But at the same time, the feeling sent surging waves of heat through his body, his hands trembling as they reached up to grasp at his sweater neck. It was so foreign and unusual that he didn't know how to register it.

The negative lord didn't bother waiting for him to adjust and started curling his finger in the soul experimentally, his teeth gently clunking against the smaller's skull. "Feeling warmer?"

Cross tossed his head from side to side, pathetic mewls and whimpers spilling from his lips generously. The built up pressure in his abdomen only increased further and he arched his back impressively, a thick line of drool leaking down his chin.

"Oh, you're still shivering?" Nightmare, stared down at him with the same wide grin, knowing exactly what he was getting into. "I'll help fix that, shall I?"

Cross shrieked as he shoved in another finger, his whole body convulsing and pupils rolling back in his skull. He could feel the pounding heat rushing through his body at every thrust of those two fingers, his mind spinning like a carousel. He dared not open his eyes, fearing his whole reality would melt.

The release caught him by surprise, the built up pressure snapping as his soul flooded with juices that dripped messily down Nightmare's hand and ran down his wrist. Some even covered his spine messily, staining his clothes.

He took in wheezing breaths, his body trembling as Nightmare pulled the two fingers out. He could see it, but he could tell that they were coated in the translucent liquid.

The octopus pulled them out carefully and let the smaller's sweater drop back down to cover his top half as he licked the release from his fingers, his eye narrowed in amusement at his partner's dazed expression. Sure, they didn't do soul play often, but he'd expected him to have been used to it by now.

Pressing the younger's back against his chest tightly he let his gaze travel downwards, noticing a prominent tent in the smaller's pants. "Oh."

Cross hadn't even realised he'd formed his member, too out of it to even tell what was the ceiling and what was floor. But he did notice, however, when Nightmare tugged his many layers of shorts and pants down.

"Wh- what...?" He mumbled groggily, eyes half lidded and confused as he watched Nightmare's slim fingers wrap around his length unexpectedly. "W-WaAiT~!"

He gave a loud and helpless moan as he started pumping him slowly, panting and groaning. His hands fell down from the neck of his sweater and instead gripped at anything he could, his mind reeling.

Nightmare's hands were surprisingly warm, and with each firm stroke they gave to his length, the hotter he got. In fact, his thick layers of clothing were finally starting to feel a bit to much, body burning.

Before his body was cold, but now it was burning like a wildfire. In fact, it was almost unbearable. Sweat slunk down his bones rapidly, causing his many sweaters to stick to him clammily in an uncomfortable manner. And the constant stream of heat building up in his abdomen, like a hot kettle being boiled, was driving him insane.

Suddenly the presence of the fire seemed overwhelming, the generous waves of heat pouring from it being far too much. He felt like he was going to melt.

"NmhaAhHH~! Nightm-MARE~!"

Loud cries and wails spilled from his lips as Nightmare sped up his pace, his tongue hanging from his mouth messily. Drool caked his chin thickly, some of it even spilling down his neck.

The octopus drank up those noises greedily, leaning over behind him to dig his teeth into his neck sharply and tug at the bone and earning a strangled moan. He lapped at the blood and purred, his thumb pressing down on the tip of his partner's member, rubbing it in agonising circles.

Cross found himself desperately bucking into his partners hand, the overwhelming heat feeling like a buzzing hive invading his body. It was like the hive was trying to escape, pressing against his bones at every angle and making him shrivel, about to burst.

And with one firm squeeze he did burst, spilling over the edge and wailing as he came. His release quickly covered Nightmare's hand and he chuckled, milking the smaller through his orgasm until he was sure he'd finished.

Slumping down in his grasp Cross gulped down air greedily, his chest jerking up and down rapidly as he hiccuped. Tears threatened to dribble down his cheeks and he gasped, wiping them and the drool on his chin clumsily with a sleeve.

He was still burning, body on fire. It was near impossible to do so, but he scrabbled to rip one of his sweaters off over his skull, some help from Nightmare needed. They did this till he was only left in one thick sweater, the sleeve constantly wiping at the sweat that rolled down his forehead in shiny beads.

"Are you warm now?" Nightmare murmured, a hand stroking his partner's shaky skull slowly.

He nodded softly before halfheartedly hitting him in the shoulder, the punch having little effort, but still earning a flinching reaction. "...Mm, yes."

"Good." He pressed a gentle kiss against his skull and draped the blanket over both of them again, knowing that once Cross cooled down from his high, he'd be cold all over again. "Now stop moving and look pretty for me."

"Don't I always look pretty?" He batted his non-existent eyelashes at him and sneered, his usual attitude already returning.

"Only when you're sucking my d--"

"ThATS enough talking for today."

Snickering he swatted his hands away and stretched over to grab a book. He gave a sceptical look at his messy hands before carefully opening the book, only the very tips of his fingers brushing the page.

Huffing Cross settled down on his lap once more and closed his eyes, the unbearable heat slowly seeping from his body and leaving him at a nice warm temperature instead.

What an afternoon.

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W e e

I need to get better at smuts skskskkshdusjsjsh Ric

Anyway hope you enjoyed and whatnot uwu we do love some smut

And y e s, I accidentally published this before it was finished-

Anyways next update could be "Prison" part three, but no promises-

:D

-Jess-