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Valentine’s Day was, honestly, the worst day of Lust’s life. Consistently. Every year.
One time, he woke up late and ended up falling into the river, and spent the rest of the week sneezing and coughing for ages. Another time, he had confessed a crush on someone only to get laughed at in his face. Two years ago, Grillby called him a ‘sad sack’ and gave him a small stuffed teddy.
That was really the only good V-Day he’d had.
All the others? Sucked. Completely. They just plain sucked.
Cue Killer, a pretty hunky little dude whose flirtatious ramblings and semi-professional knife flicking that mostly ended up with him stumbling and frantically grabbing at said knife, who managed to wine and dine Lust over the past year. It was a whirlwind of passion, one that had taken Lust by surprise if he was honest. It was…it felt…almost scary how much his SOUL beat for the love of this skeleton.
Every time he saw the other appear at the bar, they’d engage in the time-honored tradition of not knowing who the other was and breaking out the big guns. ‘Hey good lookin’, watcha got cookin’?’ ‘Oh, nothing for you, I’m a skeleton with standards after all.’ ‘Do those standards include me, baby?’ And then Killer would wiggle his eyeridges and then he’d drop his knife he usually was twirling around and it would set Lust off laughing his ass off.
And now here they were, almost a year into the relationship and a week until Valentine’s. Lust is at the bar again, sipping the brightest pink drink that Grillby was serving, heart sunglasses tapped to his face as he drummed his fingers on the bar. “He’s a sweetheart, but I don’t really think he’ll plan anything.”
Grillby had on a mesh shirt, dark red against his crackling flames that he somehow dyed a light pink. Lust would ask but he was pretty sure that all he’d get is a wink and a smirk in response. Said fire elemental was busy shaking a canister for another customer, who was at the end of the bar, a goo monster melting in place as they snored.
Eh, not everyone could hold their liquor.
He sipped his drink as Grillby snorted. “You’re telling me a monster who calls you his ‘adorable little glitzy boo-boo’ is not about to prepare something romantic for Valentine’s day? The day of love? I’m not a betting monster, but I’ll put some G down on that one.”
Lust flushed, huffing as he put his glass down, kicking one leg up onto the stool near him with a grumble. “Don’t you use our cutesy names against us…but, I dunno! He just does not have that…vibe, babe, you know? You know the vibe?”
Grillby snickered, pouring out the drink and sliding it down the bar before lacing his fingers together and balancing his head on top of them with a smarmy grin. “I know the vibe, and honey, he’s got the vibe~ that monster has it down babe for you, sugar. You really think nothing will happen?”
“Oh I know it will,” Lust said, reaching over to poke Grillby in the cheek with a snort. “The same thing that will happen every single year. Something horrible and awful and then I’m left to go and mope at home. Maybe we’ll even break up, who knows,” he said it as flippantly as possible, trying to appear casual. He didn’t seem to succeed as Grillby frowned, capturing the hand poking his cheek and gently pressing a kiss to the knuckles.
“Sans.” Oh shit, full name time, that’s not good. “That skeleton adores you. He’s got hearts in his eyes when he says your name and he makes an utter fool of himself. Don’t put him down like that. Or yourself.”
Lust flushed, magic dusting across his face as he looked away with a soft smile. “…thanks, Grillby. Knew I could always count on ya.”
“Sure thing, sweetcheeks.” Ah, and the tenseness pops like a bubble, the casual vibes echoing back around them. “And hey, if he can’t get your engine rollin’, you know where I am?” he pointed at himself with a saucy wink and Lust cackled, swatting his arm.
“You are just too much!”
Casual flirting was just their thing, after all, something a lot of people who started to show an interest in either side had gotten a little jealous over. So far, he’d not seen Killer do that, rather he’d join in on the fun and toss in puns and finger guns before blowing kisses at Lust. It was quite adorable, if he were honest.
Ah, and his phone buzzed, the skeleton of the hour texting him. He hummed happily, sipping his drink as he pulled out his phone, Grillby busy showing off tricks with tiny shots of alcohol to a small crowd.
KBabe: ps ps ps kitty kitty kitty <3 <3
Lust snorted, a bubble popping in his drink from the sudden burst of air as he typed.
WalkWalkFashionBaby: baaaaaby <3 <3
KBabe: THERE’S MY KITTY mwah. Hiiiiiiiii
WalkWalkFashionBaby: neeeeerd. What’s up, sugar pop?
KBabe: Whaaaat restaurant is your favorite?
Restaurant? Lust’s eyebrows furrowed, shifting to rest his arms on the bar as he continued to type.
WalkWalkFashionBaby: The Plex is always a good time, sug. Why?
KBabe: ….no reason <3 <3
Lust groaned softly, already envisioning the horrible set of events that might unfold.
WalkWalkFashionBaby: Babe. You dont have 2 do anythgn for the holiday. Im happy to spend it with you <3 <3
KBabe: <3 I’ve got plans! No telling, sweetie mwah mwah mwah
WalkWalkFashionBaby: alright, darling. I’ll let you at it then <3
This was going to be a mess.
~~
This was a fucking mess.
First, when Lust got up, somehow, someway, he lost his favorite leather boots. They were, somehow, up on a shelf in his closet far above his head, somewhere he’d never put them. Then his phone had died in the night, so he had to plug it up and turn it on, only to find multiple missed calls from an unknown number.
Fearful it had been Killer, or something associated with him, he called it back only for loud airhorns to be blared at him and to be told he won a ‘paid trip to the Bahamas!’
He hung up.
After banging his head on the shelf, and then banging his knee on the door, and getting dressed in a beautiful glittery red shirt and black skirt, he vaulted out of his room only to bump right into his brother who was off on his own date with Mettaton.
He, as a big brother, had to immediately coo over him and playfully mock how adorable he was in his short shorts and a plaid shirt tied just under the ribcage.
“My cute little brother, all gussied up for his date!”
“UGH, BROTHER!” Papyrus had flustered, covering his face for a moment. “WE ARE MERELY GOING TO THE MOVIES!”
“Suuuure, baby, sure, you two be good,” he cooed, patting his cheek and kissing his head after bouncing up to do so, laughing as his brother sputtered and Lust fled out the door.
He slid on the snow outside, falling into a snow pile and popping up as a few of the local children laughed. He smiled at them, ducking away and shaking off the snow, hoping it wouldn’t soak into him.
…he was…two hours early.
Okay. Okay. This isn’t too bad, right? It’s just a few haywired things. Just. It’s not that bad. Not that bad.
Killer arrived looking oh so scrumptious. A goofy tuxedo shirt with a prank flower, a set of jeans, and he was looking cute as a button! He puffed up, hands on his hips as he sent Lust a wink. “Hey, doll~”
“Aww, hey, sugar~!” he crooned, bending down to press a kiss against Killer’s head, making the other skeleton burst in a blush and giggle. Giggle! Ah, how cute was he?! “You’re sure dressed up tonight, aren’t you?”
“Weelll, I had to, seeing as I was takin’ out my lovely little datemate,” he winked, offering up his arm which Lust took. “Suppose he won’t mind an extra on the date, ‘cause daaaamn, you are a fine drink of water.”
“Oh, stop it, you!” he laughed, swatting Killer’s side as they swayed, cheeks pressing against each other as they walked in to the restaurant.
He was happy to report nothing of too much inconvenience happened there. The fish was chewy which was not his favorite thing, the wine they’d chosen together ended up being far too bitter, and when Killer reached to hold his hand, the candle fell over and spilled wax right on one of Lust’s sleeves. He had to hold in a laugh as Killer dabbed at his sleeve with a napkin, panicking. “Aw, babe! Your favorite shirt!”
“It’s not that big a deal, darling. I promise you. I’ll chuck it in the wash later.”
“Yeaah, but still,” Killer pouted, hesitantly letting the napkin drop to the side, and oh how Lust wanted to drag the cute thing across the table and lay a few kisses on his face, show him exactly how much Lust appreciated him. But, he didn’t, watching as Killer laced their fingers together with a smile. “I just wanted things to be perfect.”
Hot…damn. The things this monster did to his very SOUL.
Instead, he shifted their hands nuzzling Killer’s knuckles and smiling at him, aware of how the lone candle cast light upon their faces, warming him ever so slightly. “It’s already perfect because you’re here~”
Killer’s magic popped up in a blush, and Lust tittered at how absolutely darling he was.
And then they headed home…for…the rest of the surprise? Lust was perfectly content with the lunch itself, which he told Killer repeatedly as they entered Lust’s house. Killer merely kissed him sweetly with a wink. “You just gimme like ten minutes, ‘kay?”
“Pfft, okay, goofball.”
He spent a little time putting away his boots, reveling in the feel of the soft carpet under his socked toes. Eventually Killer called out to him, and it appeared that his second ‘surprise’ was…a really nice bath with bubbles and candles? Lust blinked, smiling in confusion as Killer held out his hand. “My darling~”
“A bath, sugar? Not enough room for us both in there.”
“No no! This is for you to soak in and relax…and then you can come and see what else I got for ya in the bedroom,” he winked, kissing Lust’s knuckles and making him flush happily, bending for another kiss, nuzzling against his skull.
“Mm, well, it IS rather cold, and the bath looks warm…thank you, dear.”
You could almost see the little hearts bouncing around Killer’s head, and then he was gone, leaving Lust to his warm bath. He sighed, fingers grazing under his shirt before pulling it up and over his head with a groan, sliding his skirt down and letting it all fall to the ground in a pile. Normally he’d be one for gathering them up and ensuring they’d be put in the wash, but he was just so tired now. The allure of the bath was a siren’s call to his chilly bones, and so he slid inside the cozy water with a groan.
Daaamn, Killer really could make a great bath, couldn’t he? He knew this, the rare few times his darling had made up a bath for them both and would enthusiastically…clean his back, but there was some touch to him that just mean that the bath would be oozing away his stress in seconds.
What was he even worried about earlier? That the day wouldn’t go as planned? That Killer would, against all logic, abandon him because his luck had never been good? Perhaps. Perhaps. But all that slid away out of his head as he trailed fingers through bubbles, playfully sliding a fluffy washcloth up his thighs and ribs and over his cheek.
But this wasn’t a bath to clean in, no. It was one to soak in and relish the adoration of a lover’s touch. It was the kind one had after an exhausting day to refill your battery.
And Lust felt, instead of the normal exhaustion from a good hot bath, ready to take on the world.
Out of the bath, pink fluffy towel dabbing over him before bringing down the hot red bathrobe on a hook and winding it around him, he could almost skip out and into his room if he so chose!
…he entered his room and erupted into laughter so hard he started to cough, bent over at his waist as he scrambled to shut his door.
Killer, his darling, laid on the bed with rose petals around him in the shape of a heart with a rose clutched in his teeth, head held up by one hand. Eyeridges wiggled at him making him cackle harder, as it appeared his lover was nude until you saw his pelvis.
A goddamn elephant speedo.
The ‘trunk’ happily stood up once Lust entered, and the image just made him tear up as he howled through his laughter.
“Like what ya see, baaaaby~?” Killer said, gyrating his hips as the trunk flailed and Lust squealed, slamming the door shut and bopping his head on the doorknob, laying on the ground and slapping his hand on the carpet as he tried to get his breath.
“K-Killer! Please, I can’t breathe!”
“Eh? But you ain’t even gotten to your treat!”
Lust laughed harder, his SOUL quivering at the happy, light moment as he crawled a bit then shoved himself up, falling onto the bed and wheezing as Killer snickered, rolling over to him and wrapping his arm around him. Lust chuckled, clearing his throat as he bopped his head on Killer’s shoulder. “You absolute dork! What the hell!”
“I love seeing you smile.”
Lust’s laugh trailed off slowly, Killer’s hand cupping his face as the rose fell on the pillows. His SOUL thumped lightly as those dangerous hands, the ones he knew could kill a Monster, trailed across his jaw as if he were something tender to be taken care of. He swallowed, looking away with a shy smile, feeling much unlike himself as he curled his arms between them. “You make me smile a lot, you know.”
“I do? I’m glad~”
“You do…,” he curled one hand against Killer’s chest, still not looking up at him. “And sometimes, I wonder, if maybe, my bad luck will rise up and, you’ll figure out that you don’t want to…s-stay, anymore.”
“Lust…” Killer’s voice came and Lust shut his eyes, shaking his head.
“It just doesn’t feel…like something I’m allowed. It feels…like I’m waiting for it all to come crumbling down. You know?”
Lust didn’t dare to look at his darling, but a small little nudge against his jaw made him do so with a shaky breath. Killer’s eyes, despite being so dark and without the magical energy to create pupils, strings of dark magic decorating down his cheeks, were so soft in that moment that he felt so silly for worrying all this time. It felt like he was wrapped in cotton, cozy and warm in bed. “Baby, you know there’s no…requirements or whatever on love, right?” His thumb traced warm circles on Lust’s cheek as he smiled almost shyly. “I just love you. And you’re allowed to be loved.”
Lust chuckled softly, leaning to kiss the hand on his cheek with a sigh. “The mind is sometimes louder than the heart.”
“Well, then, I’ll just have ta shout louder than your head! I loooove you!” he crooned, making Lust chuckle wetly as he leaned in, peppering his face in kisses and rocking them playfully. “I looove your pretty outfits and your boots and your weird fire friend, he laughs at our puns and like that’s the best, I love your brother ‘cause you obviously love him, and I love love LOVE how you smile and laugh and how much I can kiss you~!” he crooned, Lust howling in laughter as Killer plopped on top of him, smothering him in kisses until their mouths met a final time, a slow roll to the end of Killer’s speech as he gently separated, smiling at Lust. “And I love you, because I can.”
Lust smiled, his eyesockets crinkling as he nuzzled their noses together, hands entangling with one another. “I love you, too. Especially when you tolerate my ‘being mean to myself’ days.”
“I’ll beat up the brain that makes ya think all that. Someday. Once I figure it out.”
“Okay, goober,” he chuckled, and they kissed again, Killer pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Not tolerate. I’m helpin’,” he mumbled and Lust sighed, nodding as he shifting a bit.
“You are. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I know. Now, back to my original plan of winin’ and dinin’!”
“Oh ho? What’s that, sugar bear?”
Killer winked at him, and while Lust could figure out where this was going, he wasn’t that much of a mind reader. Killer sat up a little, trailing fingers across Lust’s jaw before diving down to the edge of the robe still tied around Lust. “Can I?”
“Oh, please~” Lust pleaded breathlessly, the spark igniting with an ease he sometimes cursed but in this moment he was so eager to push away the sudden emotional waterfall and dive into the part of the evening where they could have fun with each other. Killer hummed as he dipped down, pressing kisses down Lust’s neck and making him moan, the robe parting for Killer’s curious hands as if he never touched the body beneath him before.
It was a feast to Killer each time, a delicacy only allowed to him through the approval of the beautiful being it belonged to. His teeth trailed down, sliding one hand to tangle with Lust’s as he kissed against the glowing pretty ecto. It was an interesting shade of color. One moment, Killer could swear it was the vibrant pink that Lust adored to wear, and the next he could swear it was some shade of purple that one would liken to a plum. The colors shifted like those northern lights he read in some book, something that looked too beautiful to desecrate.
He opened his mouth and pressed his teeth into Lust’s shoulder, watching almost drunkenly as Lust squealed and moaned, arching up into the bite with a gasp before he let go.
Intoxicating~
Everything about Lust was just so perfect, if you asked Killer. The swirl of his pretty ecto, the clothes he chose each morning, the sway of his hips, the smile on his face…the perfect breasts that bounced free of the robe, the soft clean smell mixed with the vanilla of the soap in the bath and the smoky scent of the candles.
If Killer could die, he hoped it would be surrounded by the visage of beauty that laid before him.
For now, he dived down, littering kisses and bites over the pretty breasts that laid before him like a meal. Lust choked on a moan, free hand flinging up to scratch at the back of Killer’s skull, not stopping him but egging him on as he let out rambling words that mixed into nonsense. His whole body shivered as Killer latched onto a nipple, teeth pressing into the ecto as his eyesockets stared up at his love, tongue laving across the heated ecto. Lust groaned, legs twitching as one wound around Killer’s waist. “Mmm, Killer, pleeeease~”
Killer chuckled as he released his captive with a slick ‘pop’, tongue flicking across his teeth like he’d had a meal. “Already aching for me, my sweet kitten~?” he crooned, squeezing Lust’s hand sweetly as his other swept down his side, curling under the knee of the free leg. “I dunno, dessert sounds good but I still have to finish up here~”
Lust snorted a laugh as Killer nuzzled between his breasts, blushing a bit as he rocked his hips. “Yeah, then I end up with bruised boobs for days, you rotten thing,” he chortled, groaning as that stupid silly elephant speedo pressed that hard cock against him. “You’re not fucking me while wearing that!”
“Awww, baaaabe~”
“Don’t you aw babe me, off with it, mister,” he shifted, leaning up to kiss Killer’s head sweetly. “I’m so empty inside, can’t you fill me up~”
Killer would’ve had hearts bouncing around his skull if one looked close enough, making Lust giggle for a second before he was tackled for a kiss, moaning as he wrapped his arms around the other skeleton.
The robe was opened but he could hardly move to take it off the rest of the way. Not that he was specifically complaining, although he’d definitely have to toss in the wash later. For now, Killer sat back, staring like a starving man down at the panting Lust who was stretched out on top of his robe, his body moving with his breaths, his thighs quivering with pleasure as Killer’s hands swept up the sides of them.
“You’re so beautiful~”
Lust blinked, his magic flustering across his face as he smiled, curling his legs up and locking Killer in between his legs. “You’re a handsome skeleton yourself, mister~ What’re you thinking?”
“How much I wanna taste you,” he murmured and Lust groaned, shivering as he shifted, putting on a show as he smiled bashfully, hand sliding down his stomach to his twitching pussy.
“Then why don’t you~?”
He squealed when Killer growled, dragging Lust’s hips up and tossing his legs over his shoulders, Lust cackling as his shoulders were pressed into the bed. Killer made a frightful look there, his eyesockets burning with lust, his hands holding Lust’s thighs open, the light of the dying day flickering over his skull from a nearby window.
Oh, how Lust loved this monster. How that sight sent a thrill through his belly straight up to his SOUL, and then back down to his pulsing cunt, quivering in anticipation as Killer learned in close…and kissed a shaking thigh.
He let out a nervous breath, gasping as those teeth gently pressed over the glowing ecto of his thigh, pressing kisses up to the junction of hip and thigh. Then the utter jerk bypassed where he really wanted him, pressing kisses over his knee first then back up the thigh he went, following a trail only he could see.
Lust was torn between kicking him and slamming his thighs closed and keeping that jerk there until he ate him fully out. Instead, he opted for the more…devilish approach. He whined, his toes flexing as he slid a hand down his belly, Killer’s eyesockets trained on that hand as his mouth was pressed against the crease of Lust’s thigh. “Honey please, you’re teasing me something fierce~ I just want you…here~” he let out a breathless sigh as his fingers cupped the edges of those slick folds, feeling that heated gaze trace over his fingers as they dipped down, grazing his clit and dragging out a ragged moan from him.
That did it. He only had himself to blame as Killer growled again diving down and playfully pressing a kiss to his hand, making him chuckle before sucking in a breath as that hot tongue slid against his folds. He squeaked panting sharply as his head dipped back, hips canting up as the tip of Killer’s tongue teased his clit before tracing down his folds, teasing his entrance and back up again. He groaned, fingers jerking from the shocks of pleasure and sliding away to press into the bed, curling into the sheets as Killer’s tongue traced patterns playfully against the ecto. It was slow, starting from his entrance and arching to the side slowly, ducking down to his clit and bouncing up and down again, over and over until Lust’s thighs were shaking and he was calling out Killer’s name as he approached his climax.
And then the jerk stopped and he had half a mind to kick him again.
Killer giggled, his jaw smeared with slick as he smiled at Lust, nuzzling his knee again and nudging him. “C’mon babe, I wanna see you cum on my dick~”
Oh! He could get with that. Lust panted, squirming a bit before rolling onto his side, his leg tossed over Killer’s shoulder and the other pressed into the bed as he looked up at him, panting heavily as Killer stared down. His head tilted a bit, and then Killer leaned down pressing a heated kiss to him. Lust eagerly gave back as good as he got, one arm wrapping around him while the other kept his balance on the bed. It was just a soft kiss, no wrestling of tongues or anything, and Killer eventually pulled away, staring down at Lust with a soft smile. “I love you~”
Lust flushed, his face warming up as he leaned up, pressing another kiss to his darling. “…I love you too~” he mumbled, despite how it made his SOUL thrum anxiously in his chest, despite how it made him scared to whisper those words aloud. But something about Killer, all the time made him want to whisper those words each time they met up and kissed and watched lame movies and cuddled and had sex.
Killer grinned wider at him and Lust thumped his cheek. “But take the damn speedo off.”
“Baaaabe~!” he whined but eventually did as Lust said. It was super goofy, and he made another crack about ‘getting my trunk up for you’, which did make Lust laugh and thump him again, and then they were back at it, Killer’s cock sliding through his wet folds and pressing against his entrance. “Ready~?”
“Always for you, darling~” he crooned, and with a happy kiss, Killer pushed in slowly.
While fingering and eating out was plenty to stretch Lust out, he found it…not as exciting as when Killer pushed in with little to no stretching. There was the burn, the ache, the thrill of being so tight around him that felt like he could come undone then and there watching Killer whimper and whine, beg to thrust into him and hide his face in Lust’s neck as they held hands tightly, until their hips connected and Lust was just so full of him that he could very well burst.
Lust let out a happy moan, squeezing Killer’s hand just as he throbbed around the cock inside him. “Fuck me senseless, baby~”
And oh how Killer did so, a slow pull and drag before pounding into him so hard the bed snapped against the wall. There were already plenty of indentions, both from previous paramours and their own activities, and Lust shrieked in pleasure as he was plowed into. Killer laid bruising kisses against his neck, down his chest, biting against him and growling out his name.
He had already been at the precipice and with a few snaps of the other’s hips, he hissed, reaching up to drag Killer down into a harsh kiss as he came, hips rolling as he squeezed around him.
Seems he wasn’t the only one as Killer let out a sharp gasp, a slow roll of hips meeting his and warmth filling him up in pulses. He shivered, head plopping back onto the pillow as he tried to get his bearings back around him, the world rolling around him as pleasure zipped through his bones eagerly. “Oh darling~ mmm…don’t think I got another in me,” he rumbled, hips bouncing up lightly to tease, “you can still fuck me if you need to~”
“Mmm…nah…think I’m done, too,” he mumbled, pressing tender kisses up Lust’s neck nuzzling against his cheek. “Feel like I got sucker-punched there, babe.”
“Same, same,” he mumbled, trading soft kisses as slowly Killer pulled out of him making a face as he felt the cooling cum seep out of him. “I blame you looking sexy all day. Got me wound up.”
“Heh, thanks, sugar~” he winked, taking his hand and kissing it before lowering his leg slowly, hand rubbing at the joint on his hip slowly to ease the now aching pulses there. “You just relax. The Aftercare King is in the house!”
“Pfft, dork,” he chuckled, stretching out with a sigh as Killer hopped out of bed, winking as he pulled the stupid elephant speedo back on and making Lust cackle harder, one hand plopping on his face to hide his eyesockets. “Don’t you dare say that’ll be a bedroom native!”
“C’mon, it’s super cute!”
“Shoo, you!”
Killer cackled, darting from the room to get his ‘supplies’ which mostly consisted of a warm washcloth, Lust’s favorite lotion, his lotion so Lust could return the favor, and then some snacks and a warm blanket so they could wrap up together and cuddle.
He remembered others, times where it was sex and they were done, sometimes so hard and brutal it left him feeling bereft and full of sorrow at the end for no discernible reason. Times where he felt cold in the bed, despite the ‘fun’ they’d have.
But Killer refused to let that happen, storming in with goofy smiles and jokes and tender kisses and dressing Lust in cozy pajamas when the sexy lingerie had served its purpose and he felt like getting out of it. Pulling in parody movies so they could curl in each other’s laps, sharing popcorn and cocoa and kisses so sweet it burned in Lust’s SOUL how much he loved this skeleton.
Killer came back with the aforementioned supplies, and Lust watched him for a moment, both of them cleaned up and Lust happily massaging in the warm cinnamon smelling lotion up Killer’s arm as he ran his hand down Lust’s leg. The smell of mint and cinnamon mixed nicely, and somehow, that was the catalyst to his question.
“We should get married.”
Killer paused, blinking in confusion for a moment, his tender hand curled around Lust’s ankle as Lust held his other hand, smoothing the lotion into his wrist slowly. “…wait what?”
Lust frowned, then shook his head. “No, you’re right, that’s a boring way to propose. I’ll think of something. Don’t worry about it.”
Killer stared, his magic absolutely covering his face as it burned as he squeaked out another, “What???”
Lust giggled, leaning over to kiss him, then kissed his hand softly with a wink. “Married, you know? I get you a pretty ribbon to wrap around your hand, and we kiss and stay together forever. Unless you don’t want-“
“YES!” he squeaked, letting out a strangled cough as he blushed harder, ducking his head to hide against Lust’s leg. “Oh stars that sounded awful, oh Angel…u-uh! Yes? Yes!”
Lust laughed harder, bending to kiss his head sweetly with a sigh. “You’re so adorable, I could eat you up~! But marrying you will be enough for me. Now, what movie did you pick out for us to watch tonight, darling?”
Killer was, strangely, very quiet the rest of the night, his face hot to the touch as he curled into Lust’s side. But, the other monster figured this was merely revenge for how much Killer surprised him with all the romantic gestures, you know? They watched a movie about vampires, and Killer tucked himself close to Lust, pressing kisses over his face as their interest slowly waned from the movie to something a little more…intimate.
(When he had been young, the thought of marriage sounded ‘gross’ and ‘icky’, as did any indication of a relationship. But here, with Killer’s head on his chest, chucking popcorn at an actor they disliked together, laughing so hard that his belly hurt and feeling the echoes of kisses on his neck and hands, he could honestly say that it sounded…pretty enticing spending the rest of his life with this skeleton.
Yeah, he thought, watching Killer chomp a handful of popcorn and try to sing along to the stupid little musical, bursting into a laugh and snorting at a lewd pun. He’d like to do that very much.)