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Frisk looked up and beckoned Sans to lean closer to her with her finger. He did so and raised his ridges into a quizzical look.She leaned forward and kissed the mobster on his sharp teeth. A simple peck but he flinched nonetheless as his soul began to thud in his chest. He jerked backwards and landed into an office chair.She stood in front of him and placed her nose against his nasal bridge and sighed, looking into his sockets, at the red dots inside.His ringed hands tensed as he brought them up to hover over her curves. “Wh-what's gotten into you-?”Her voice was calm and cool as she simply replied, “Sans~” It felt like a lighting bolt had stuck his spine the way it made his soul shiver. She ran her hands over his lapels and moved to sit into his wide lap. She continued, “I've…been curious,” she then waited for him to reply, still looking deeply into his eyes.He swallowed and tried to regain some composure. “About what, doll?”She pressed her lithe body against his and looked downward. “Perhaps I shouldn't ask.” His skull started to sweat as her hands began to deftly unbutton his vest. “I should just…” she looked back up, “see for myself.”He shivered, not prepared for her change in personality. Her boldness and determination were both exciting and a bit intimidating, but he couldn't deny how much he enjoyed it."Well... if you insist." He said softly, trying to maintain control despite the surge of desire coursing through his marrow.She moved her hands lower and started to unbuckle his pants. Sans found himself struggling to keep calm. Despite his impressive size and strength, there was no denying the sensation of vulnerability that came with someone else taking charge so completely. He let out a low groan as she finally unzipped his pants and placed her hands on his thighs, pushing against the bulge still confined.His magic poured out of him like a faucet and his tongue materialized to lul out of his mouth. He wanted her to mount him, to prove that she really wanted him.He chuckled, the golden tooth nestled among his sharp teeth glinted as he did so. He was amused by her assertiveness. Sans reached out with one bony hand and traced the curve of her lips.She leaned forward again and he opened his mouth so that they could kiss with tongue. Sans closed his eyes and savored the sweet feeling, soul thumping evermore.He whispered between kisses, “You're so perfect,” hands harshly gripping at her waist as she pulled out his cock and began to stroke it. His voice was thick with need, “Frisk...”Without saying anything, she sat up more and positioned herself above his tip. His face turned as red as his tongue. They were finally going to fuck! He shook his head, have sex! Yeah!She held his shaft and ran the length of him across her petals. He shuddered and wheezed smoke as she teased her opening with him. She angled it so that she bobbed and scooted against his cock, while her hand came behind herself to massage his tip.He wanted to grab her hips and thrust up into her. Make her cum over and over again. She was so pretty as her eyes fluttered with the stimulation. He didn't know too much about human anatomy but if she was having a good time, then so was he.He felt her getting wet, rubbing her folds against him and getting his dick ready. He shivered as she continued, chest heaving as her free hand held onto his lapels, eyes boring into his.Before he knew what was happening he grabbed her hips and shoved her downward- dick sliding under her to rest beneath her buttocks. A groan caught in his throat before he choked out a gasp. Then, with a violent shiver and arms wrapping around her in a bear hug, he came instantly.His cock stood and strained like a flag pole against her before shooting its load in an arch. His body tensed at his release before another shudder took him, he moved to clap a hand over his mouth; embarrassed and upset.His magic fizzled and sparked away, he had over exerted himself, it had been too long since he took himself out to play, so to speak. He grumbled lowly as his high still coursed through him, “Dammit.” He clacked his teeth together in anger, already feeling his tongue disappear.She blinked, eyeing his throbbing shaft before it dissipated. “Oh?”He groaned. Well, their first time together could have been worse.That was until he opened his eyes to see only his ceiling greeting him from above. He bolted upright but froze immediately as he felt a familiar warm sensation inside his pajama pants.“Fuck…”Even dream Frisk was a tease.