It wasn’t often that Papyrus would request something where Sans got rough with him---his brother had a thing for being in control, aware and alert---but on certain days, when the stress of being in charge got to be too much, Papyrus would pull him aside. They would discuss the broad idea of what Papyrus wanted and leave the details a surprise. They’d seal the deal with a kiss and Sans would take him in whatever way his brother would allow.
But it was afterwards that Sans would make sure to give Papyrus what he really needed.
Papyrus wasn’t a fan of distance following an intense scene, so Sans made sure to keep essentials handy nearby, set up prior to doing anything intimate. A container of warm water and plenty of washcloths; a variety of snacks and drinks; a set of fresh clean clothes; a book. So as Papyrus lay back, coming down from the end of his latest test of endurance, Sans got to work.
His brother didn’t like feeling sticky and dirty so Sans wiped him down with the washcloths and the warm water, whispering praises and endearments like he only ever did in these situations, the only time they were ever vulnerable enough to allow this to pass. Papyrus breathed softly through it, sockets still closed and body too worn to move. Once clean, Sans redressed his brother, helping him into a pair of soft, worn-in pyjamas and giving him space to do it himself when he tried to do up the buttons on his shirt.
After that, he gave Papyrus a glass of water, placing other drinks---boxed and fruity like his brother enjoyed but dared never admit---nearby in case Papyrus was in the mood for something else. But his brother didn’t glance their way, instead draining the glass quickly. Sans eased it out of his hands and pressed a granola bar into it, pressing a kiss to his cheekbone as he reminded him to take it easy as he ate it. Papyrus nodded at him, humming something he wasn’t quite steady enough to voice.
As he continued to slowly chew at the bar in his hand, Sans retrieved the book from under the bed and sat with his back up against the headboard. Almost automatically, Papyrus curled up against him, resting his head on Sans’ shoulder. Sans pulled the covers up over them, soul warm and content.
Papyrus looked down at the book as Sans cracked it open. “Do the voices too.”
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jaxiis replied to your post “silent hill homecoming/downpour are so fucking bad but homecoming...”
what's worse is the concepts of an ex-soldier and a prisoner in silent hill seems like it could have been interesting. so much wasted potential.
oops sorry this is a bit late but
like theres so much you can do with those concepts?? yes jacob’s ladder had the soldier character but having a nice homage to it, while building on the pain, struggles, fears, etc of the character is much easier because it’s a game and not a movie. but. they focused on some brother relationship??? and its so fucking weird because josh is several years younger than alex, like they share a bedroom when alex is clearly over 18???????
prisoner in silent hill also could have gone amazingly well, but instead it focused on a relationship we didn’t really feel/connect to. it tried. really. really. hard to be sh1, but it failed. the bullshit “choices” thing was way too in your face, sh2′s choices were really subtle and not even known to most players.
The fact that Id be able to go to a gay bar(with people who are LGBT+) with my two favorite fulfillment co-workers is something thats extremely important to me.
