Requested by NnOoTtSsEe
I'm bad at motivating myself to do anything lol

Ink: A-type Male
Error: O-type Male
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~[///Nobody's POV///]~

"WHY'D YOU HAVE TO GO AFTER UNDERTOAD THOUGH??"

"IT WAS JUST A SHITTY CROSSOVER AU THAT LITERALLY NOBODY CARES ABOUT!"

Ink and Error were fighting after Error had destroyed a s AU, even though he and Ink had agreed that the balance needed to be kept. The more artistic of the couple, though, always cherished every AU that had been crafted by the Creators. Then again, there were some.... exceptions to that love of AUs-

But we don't talk about those.

"WELL I CARED ABOUT IT!"

"YOU SAY THAT ABOUT EVERY AU, IS THERE ANY OF THEM YOU DON'T OBSESS OVER???"

"OH YEAH LIKE UH- uh- THAT ONeuh- hm-"

Ink had to admit, trying to think of at least one AU he actually hated was pretty hard.

"See??? I bet you'd never be able to bring yourself to destroy a fuckin' FLY!"

And with that comment, Ink's face lit with a mischievous look. A lightbulb above his head would've suited his idea at this moment.

"Well I might not be one to hurt a fly, but I'm sure as hell I'm able to destroy that kitty-kat ya got goin on in your pants. ~"

Whilst Ink continued in his dirty joke/pickup line, he'd dip down to Error's face getting r e a l close just to mess with him. Error's face would erupt in a yellow tint, him now losing his smug grin. He'd turn into a stuttering, glitchy mess as he took a step back.

"Awwh, is the 'great destroyer of AUs' flustered?? How adorable~"

"I-INK SHUT THE- SHUT THE FUCK UP W-WHY THE HELL'D YOU-- I--"

He took another step back, recoiling back in disgust and/or embarassment. Ink, however, advanced on him, following suit until Error had found himself backed against the wall. He'd quickly peer up to see Ink with a look somewhere between smug and horny. Ink in return glanced farther down, raising a metaphorical eyebrow. Error would peer down, curious as to what Ink was looking at. The sight made him stiffen, seeing Ink had pitched a tent in his shorts.

"Watcha lookin' at, beautiful?"

Ink's deep and husky voice snapped the glitchy skeleton below him out of his thoughts, making him snap back up to see Ink's dumb smug face.

"D-don't call me that you- you dumbass-"

"Ooh, I wouldn't recommend you say stuff like that, else I might have to put that mouth of yours to better use"

Error took a sharp inhale at the comment, turning his head and looking away from the artist. He'd quickly try to find a way out of this, only being yanked from his thoughts when he felt Ink's warm breath against his neck. Error inhaled sharply, biting his "lip" to restrain any noise. His glasses were now fogging up due to the heat coming off his face. He'd shift his legs awkwardly, feeling his pants suddenly tighten.

"Ooh, looks like someone's excited~"

"Wh-- fuck you, no I'm - no I'm not.. Mmh.."

Error angrily pulled his sweater over the spot, trying desperately to hide it. Ink took to his face a sly grin, dipping down to s l o w l y drag his rainbow-glowing prideflagass tongue across Error's neck. The glitch flinched, now knowing there was no way out. Thoughts of what could happen flooded his mind as if a beaver's dam were destroyed within his head. The glitchy, short skeleton stole a quick glance out of the side of his eyesockets.

"Mmh.. You're so warm, have I ever told you that?"

"Y-yes- you have,- numerous.. times.. Mmh.. "

Error's smaller frame slowly succumbed to the sly artist's antics, his legs feeling like melted butter and his head in another place.

Ink grinned into Error's collarbone as he'd deliberately breathe onto it. He'd let a hand sliver down Error's chest, below his waist, and at the band of his shorts. He'd grip one hand that'd be holding the glitch's red sweater down, holding it gently.

"W-what kind of a... sick trickery are you planning, trying to-- to distract me from the argument we were just having a-ah.. a few minutes ago..?"

"If you don't want me to continue what I'm doing, just say the word and I'll stop."

At this, Error paused. Contemplating whether he wanted to go through with this or if it were his stubborn attitude telling him to take a hint. He knew how unpredictable Ink could be, they'd both been in sort of a semi-relationship for about a year now. Any other time Ink had come onto him like this, he'd denied.

Why not make it official now?

Error loosened his grip on his shirt, the spot he'd been covering glowing brighter by the minute in sync with his face. He'd face his body forward, still keeping his head to the side. Ink, seeing no way in turning back now, pressed his hand against the throbbing bulge at Error's crotch. On Error's end, he'd be trying goddamn hardest to keep his twitching and glitching to a minimum. His soul felt like it was beating out of his chest, him breaking into a cold sweat.

Ink traced his finger along the hem of Error's boxers, slithering his bony fingers under the soft cotton-polyester fabric the clothing was made of. Error flinched, grabbing a hold of Ink's arm with both hands as he'd face forward, looking down. His breath was hot and humid, his glasses fogged up to where he couldn't even see through them. He'd swiftly raise a hand to his face, plucking them off and shoving them in his pocket as he returned to grasping Ink's tattooed arm. He'd shove it further down as it'd brush past his member, which was begging for attention.

"I-I want you to- ahh.. P-pay att..ention to t-that- *huff* that spot-- mmh.."

He'd loosen his grip on Ink's hand, his legs feeling like overcooked spaghetti. The hand would be directly below Error's more feminine parts, soaked and dripping and even more sensitive than the member he'd brushed Ink's hand past. Error's breath stayed heavy as he'd softly moan between each huff and puff.

"...Alright then."

Ink grinned slightly, shifting the hand that was down Error's boxers and the other to his chin. He'd lift Error's skull up and close the small gap between their two skulls with his own. He'd rub a finger along Error's soaked walls, teasingly sticking a finger or two within them. Error moaned deeper into the kiss, letting his four tongues lay limp as Ink's explored every nanometer it could reach. Ink pushed Error farther back onto the wall, taking full control like the sadistic bastard he is. Both his hands were now gripping the band of Error's boxers as he'd "accidentally" let them fall to the floor.

"E-eh--!? I-INK WHAT THE FU -"

Ink shoved his tongue down Error's throat, silencing him completely with but a few moans leaking out. Error's face twisted into that of worry as Ink's pants joined his on the carpeted blue floor, his rainbow-glowing member springing out.

"I-INK WAIT YOU-- YOU'RE GOING- YOU'RE GOING TOO FAST FOR ME I-I-- i-i need a- a moment --"

Ink, upon hearing this, paused in place. Error shifted his head to the side, trying desperately to get his breath under control and not crash on the spot.

"I... I-I'm really sorry I-"

"Nono, it's perfectly fine. I know how you are with moving too fast, it's okay."

"I-I-- thank you..-"

Error stood there for a few seconds, and with his breathing under control and his soulbeat not that of a hummingbird on cocaine, heaved a big sigh of relief.

"Are you okay now..?"

"Y-yeah... I-I'm good...-"

"O-ok.. Uh, it- it might hurt a little bit at first, okay-?"

Error answered with a nod, bracing himself. Ink would aim himself at Error's entrance, slightly rubbing his tip against it. He'd take his time slowly sliding in to let Error adjust; soon enough he'd be fully in, trying his hardest to not get straight to the point and go too fast for Error's liking. Waiting for a sign to start moving, he'd pull Error's legs up and set them wrapped around his spine for support. Error leaned against the wall, softly shaking a bit. After not too long, the glitchy skeleton would be subconsciously squirming below Ink, growing needy for friction. Ink, taking this as a clear sign, started slowly pulling his member out with his hips.

"W-wait-- why- why are you taking i-iiIHh-"

Error was interrupted by Ink thrusting the thing in question back in. Error clenched his teeth together tightly in an attempt to at least muffle the embarrassing noises his body desperately wanted to release. Ink started taking his thing out again, pushing it in again. Out, in. Out, in. He went slowly at first, though picking up the pace a bit with each thrust of his hips. Error's own member, sticking straight as a flagpole, twitched a bit every time Ink thrusted back in. Error could hear the artist grunting a bit, his breath raspy and beads of sweat forming on both their skulls. The area between them was getting more and more heated and humid.

"Mmngh... I'm getting.. H-hah-- h-hot in this-- gah- s-sweater-- mmh-" Error stated, his voice shaky and him moaning a bit between his words.

"Then- gh-- take it off then-"

Ink slowed his pace to shift his hands to slide Error's heavy sweater off of him. He'd start trying to take off Error's tank top as well, though Error stopped him.

"J-just the sweater- mmh-.."

"Ah- mnn, a-alright.-"

Ink slid his hands down to hold Error's hips in place, making it easier for him to pick up the pace in which he was moving. Error, barely able to contain himself, was letting out a few moans here and there and cursing under his breath. Ink, growing increasingly impatient, started picking up his pace faster and faster.

After not too long, he'd be pounding Error into the wall.

"H-hAagh-- nGH- F-uCk- AH-"

Error was unable to control himself, singing out his body's desires. Ink dipped down and started attacking Error's neck, biting down anywhere. Error's vision grew blurrier than it already was, seeing stars and grasping Ink's back, holding his hand tight over his mouth. He'd shut his eyes tight, feeling a tight knot in the pit of his nonexistent stomach.

"iiINK-- aH- hG- MnnAgH- hAah-"

Error could feel something stirring up in his throat along with the buildup in his stomach. He'd look around desperately for something to cover his mouth, panicking and biting down harshly onto Ink's shoulder. His legs flinched and suddenly wrapped ever so tightly around Ink's spine, so much so that Ink could barely move his hips as a creamy white substance shot out of Error's "glowstick". His entire body shook as if he'd been electrocuted as he'd scream out of pure ecstasy, his "walls" squeezing Ink's member tightly. The incredibly embarrassing noise that'd come out of Error's mouth was much louder than the glitch had intended. Due to Error's little freakout, he'd now be hyper-sensitive to any touch at all, especially around where he was being touched the most right now.

Error's legs once again loosened, Ink's glowstick twitching inside of him as the squid started picking up his momentum again. Ink grunted every few thrusts and let himself moan into Error's nonexistent ear.

"Ghh.. Nhf-- mmh- f-fuck.. A-ah-"

Ink had once again started threatening to put a dent in the wall, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and offbeat.

This flopped I'm sorry ive been working on this for months upon months and its never going to be finished also my writing style has changed drastically and I honestly dont feel like continuing 👌