its raining again

maybe i need time to heal, maybe its just time i stopped caring.

“you like that?” god he does. it feels good. he doesn’t want it to stop, even if he knows he’ll scrub at his skin after. even if he knows he’ll cry for a good moment at what he just did.

He shifts, his sockets opening to show the red of his eyelights,blazing and fiery as always. Eyelights that can make Sans’s stupid soul flutter yet feel a squeeze of longing.

“i just fucked you, don’t you remember?”

Sans grins, its humorless. “why the fuck did you come here.”

Red has his arms circled around his ribs, he pulls back to touch Sans’s cheek. “the fuck are you on about?”

“you keep pretending like you care, i hate that.”

“does it really seem like that?” Red says, a bit of shock to his voice.

“you only come here to get your dick wet, dont fuck with me.” Sans pushes against Red’s front, he is weak willed and doesn’t get very far. He’s tired of this, the on and off, the fact that he doesn’t understand where Red’s loyalty lays at. Just what the fuck does he want out of Sans? Why does he keep pretending he’s something other than something fun to play around with?

In the end, he always makes Sans feel that way.