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Geno recognized the sound from miles away, the flapping of wings vibrated through the air and he turned to face the God of Death, cheerfully floating towards him from an opened portal, scythe still menacingly in hand, but there really wasn’t much for Geno to fear.
“Hello my precious Dove~!” Reaper greeted, arms coming to wrap loosely around Geno’s neck and burrowing his face into the back of his vertebrae, weapon unsummoning the moment the God approached, Geno leaned back into the God’s arms, head cradled gently. “How was your day Reaper?”
The other smiled down at him, before letting go and positioned himself to lie on his side next to Geno’s current sitting position. He posed stupidly, hand on hip and the other holding up his head, “It was alright, but wayyy better now that I’m here with youu~” Some words purposefully drawn out, and smiling when Geno laughed in response before joining him on the floor.
“Reaper.” Geno addressed the other after a few moments of silence, as they cuddled each other on floor, head resting on one of Reaper’s wings, whilst the other covered them both in a feathery protective coat, the addressed skeleton turned to his lover, empty eye sockets full of affection and a silly grin. “Yes, my love?” He took a deep breath, as if gathering all the courage in the Multiverse.
“I want to do it.” Reaper’s eyes shot open and he turned over to face his lover, “Really?” He asked with a silly expression, unbelievably excited about the words coming out of the glitch’s mouth- they had talked about it before, often enough that Reaper had been having some… interesting dreams per say. Geno bent over, Geno with his legs up, Geno on top of him. Still, he never wanted to push Geno further than he was comfortable with, so he let the glitch call all the shots.
Geno’s face was completely flushed red, eyes fluttering as Reaper brought a hand up to slowly caress his face. “B-but, I- I don't know what to do, so! it’s gonna be up to you.”
“Ah. You know about that…” The God trails off hesitantly, hand stopping to rest on Geno’s cheek, “I literally have no experience either, you know the whole death-touch thing?”
“…surely there’s a sex guide or something?”
The sad thing is, after confirming that Geno really wanted to do it, Reaper did indeed leave to go scrounge around for books, literally raiding Lust’s house before the slightly miffed skeleton sent him away with some overly descriptive tips, he also asked some reluctant advice from Life, who handed him a vial of oil(?). He left her garden red faced and embarrassed, his lack of experience was a failure on his part.
Geno was not having much luck either, after Reaper had departed from the save screen, Error popped in. Error. Geno isn’t going to ask Error for advice, no way- “So-o there’s this th1ng called foreplay-y. It’s important-t, hey. Geno, listen.” Fuck Geno’s entire depressing life, he sat through a very uncomfortable and long conversation, he’ll admit to glaring down the Destroyer’s face as steam poured out of his ear holes but Error just waved him off, saying he would need it, awfully smug.
Praying to whatever higher power must’ve worked, because not long after Reaper finally returned from wherever he was and scared Error away, “G-good fucki1ng luck, literally!” Geno bit back and cursed the Destroyer out in his mind before turning to his lover who held an array of items in his arms.
“So… there is a sex guide!” Reaper said cheerfully with a beautiful indigo blush over his bones, before dumping the items on the floor next to Geno, explaining the purpose of each one carefully. Oil as lubricant, to prepare the area physically- it’s different for different parts so they need to decide what to summon. Condoms, safe sex as suggested by Lust. Lots and lots of fingering, the first time is always uncomfortable- from Error.
Reaching down to open the leaflet Reaper somehow procured, he stared at the graphic illustrations, eyes widening to insane amounts. What in the stars, he wailed in his mind, positions? Specific positions for stimulation! Reaper glanced at the material in Geno’s hands, peaking from over his shoulder, “If we want to take it slow, maybe that one?”
“OF COURSE WE’RE GONNA TAKE IT SLOW WE’RE VIRGINS REAPER!” The glitch yelled arms raised into the air, Reaper just took the scolding in stride, hugging Geno from behind and burying his face into the other’s shoulder, feeling the other heave slightly as he let his arms fall,“Hey, we don’t have to do it right away.”
Looking into the blank darkness of the savescreen, Geno turned back to face the God, “No- I want to, it’s just-“ “-embarrassing? Weird? It’s alright Gen.” They were doing it together afterall, it was a learning experience for the both of them, Reaper took the other's chin in between his phalanges and brought Geno into a sweet kiss, feeling the other melt into him just encouraged him to continue.
He pushes Geno to the floor with care, feathers descending to act as a blanket for the glitch to lay on. It wasn't the most comfortable having weight on his soft cartilage, but nonetheless, Geno's comfort is just as, if not more important than his own.
They pant against each other, breathing heavily when they finally pull away. “What huff should I summon?” Reaper asks, rubbing up and down Geno’s sides comfortingly, the singular eyelight stares for a moment, glitches in his other eyes acting erratically, “Ehh… whatever you feel comfortable with- I’m on the bottom right?”
Twiddling with his fingers nervously, Reaper smiles down at the glitch, “If you want to, I don’t mind anything.” Before rising slightly, wings escaping from under Geno slowly, shrugging off his cloak. “You don’t wear underwear…?” Geno says a little dumbfounded, glancing from the God’s bare pelvis back to his face several times, chuckling, Reaper tugs at Geno’s own outerwear and the glitch quickly gets the message, rising and pulling his own shirt over his head quickly.
Now they lay naked, forms summoned and ecto glowing on both their lower bodies because technically their chests weren’t required(?), Reaper’s hands hovering awkwardly over Geno’s ribs, fingers trailing over the white bone, cautious of his ever flowing wound. Huffing, Geno pulls the God down by his shoulders, so he meets the expanse of Reaper’s neck and sucks.
The God moans, it's a thrill, not unlike a songbird, so Geno keeps licking and pressing his lips against Reaper’s collarbone, working his way down. Reaper, never one to be outclassed nor left behind, quickly brings his fingers to softly caress Geno’s hole. Glitching slightly at the sensation, Geno shivers, as Reaper rubs his rim. “Wait! The lube?”
“Got it right here…” His partner murmured in response, Geno can’t help the yelp that escapes him as the cold liquid is poured onto his private parts, he voices his displeasure to the sheepish God, “Just- just keep going.” The glitch mumbled, hiding his face with his forearm, unwilling to show anymore vulnerability.
A finger wriggles itself inside and Geno winces at the intrusion- not that it hurts, it’s just a little strange having something inside him as such, a distraction is much welcomed as Reaper leans down to catch Geno’s lips, teeth clicking softly against each other. Soon Geno is lost in the sensation, completely forgetting the fact Reaper is stretching him out until he adds another phalange but by now the feeling is more familiar.
“Okay… two fingers, maybe one more then we can try?” It hits Geno, they are really doing this, they are going to have sex- oh my god, Reaper’s fingers are in his vagina. He breathes, relax Geno, relax. Stuttering out a yeah, Reaper keeps going, opening his fingers and pushing them deeper, another phalange teases his entrance.
Gulping, Geno shuts his eyes, it was a bad idea, not being able to gaze into the darkness of Reaper’s sockets as a distraction, all he could focus on was the stretch- “Okay! Enough. Let’s just. Do it now.”
Reaper looks down with a concerned expression, “Are you-” the glitch hushes the other by licking his sternum, “No more waiting, I’m getting antsy.” And they’ve been ignoring Reaper’s own little problem, heh, maybe little isn’t the best word to describe the sheer size of Reaper’s cock.
Despite Reaper’s ecto being pitch black and veiny, it was obvious if it were any other colour, that Reaper’s cockhead would be red as hell, it twitches under Geno’s scrutiny and he reaches down much to Reaper’s surprise, grabbing it with tender care. The God hisses at the contact, pulling his own fingers out of Geno’s walls. “Where did you put the lube?”
The god fumbles around a bit, searching the floor for the vial and Geno can’t help but laugh at the absurdity, and he laughs even harder when Reaper makes a cute noise of triumph. His Death really was ridiculous, he mused internally.
It’s a bit awkward trying to get into a comfortable position, not that the floor of the savescreen is the most inviting. Missionary, or whatever the damn pamphlet called it, seems the most appealing, face to face, lying down.
Geno flushes as Reaper comes in between his legs, holding him by his thighs to make space for himself, he wraps his legs around Reaper’s hips when the other lets go to slick up his dick. Geno wriggles when the tip pokes between his folds, rubbing against his entrance, it feels big. “Dove, if it hurts tell me to stop okay?”
A gasp leaves his mouth when Reaper pushes in, the God isn’t faring much better, purple blush settling over his bones the moment he pops in, Geno’s walls are tight. Squeezing the life out of his cockhead, he bites down on his lip, control. Slow and steady, for Geno.
He watches for any change of expression as he enters, inch by inch, Geno’s mouth opens slightly, and Reaper leans down for a quick peck, receiving a series of short giggles for his efforts. It causes Geno to tighten around him and Reaper resists the urge to thrust into the waiting heat, he’s about halfway in when Geno taps out with a barely audible stop.
So Reaper waits, waits for his love to catch his breath, as still as he can possibly be, he’s not even breathing anymore- not that he needs to anyways, he’s just afraid to hurt his Geno. It feels like centuries pass as gazes at Geno’s gorgeous face, then the other nods, so small it would be imperceivable to a normal mortal.
He rocks his hips carefully, and when the glitch below him releases a breathy moan, he keeps going, deeper and deeper. Is this ecstasy in its purest form? The feeling no more hypnotizing than Geno’s reactions, Reaper knocks his forehead to Geno’s, staring into his half lidded eye, he braces himself on his hands and knees before thrusting. Once he’s starts he doesn’t think he can stop, he whispers his intent into Geno’s ear and receives an enthusiastic agreement in return.
Geno lets himself be lost in the feeling, entirely new, his core burns with magic as he glances down, seeing Reaper inside of him, ecto showing the other in his deepest places. They are both groaning and panting- it honestly feels like Geno is actively running a marathon of uncomfortable pleasure, the feeling so strange yet satisfying, he can feel his lover penetrating into his lungs.
And-
Geno can feel wetness splatter inside him, streaming against his walls. He blinks as Reaper stops thrusting, the other’s face now completely a shade of dark purple, blushing so strong Geno is afraid he’s overheating, “Reaper? You okay!?”
The other can barely get out a squeak of affirmation before he buries his head into Geno’s clavicle, “I’m sorry… I came too fast.” Dark eye sockets crinkles and Reaper tries to give a confident smile but it falters, “You just felt so good.”
Geno doesn’t get another word before Reaper flicks his phalanges against his nub, “I promise you’ll come, sorry love.” The glitch smacks the other above the head, ignoring the circles Reaper rubs against his clit, “Don’t say sorry. There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
“I’m just glad…” Whatever Geno says dissolves into a series of mumbles, Reaper tilts his head at that, and Geno repeats it a little bit louder, but Reaper just grimaces before asking him to repeat it once more,“Glad for what?”
“THAT YOU CAME! SHUT UP AND FINGER ME!” Geno smashes his teeth into Reaper’s with an unbelievable amount of force, the God listens obediently and continues to stimulate Geno’s rosy bud, eating up the moans that escape the glitch’s mouth. He finds himself scoping his own cum out of Geno’s walls and using it as slick to rub against Geno’s sensitivity.
“Fuck- FUCK, Reaper!” Geno lets his eyes roll back as he feels himself come to completion, the God just holds onto his lover’s spasming body as he finally climaxes, sighing in relief that he managed to satisfy Geno.
He pecks the other’s cheek as Geno remains heaving, lying down beside the bleeding skeleton. “Was it good?” Reaper asks genuinely, Geno sniffs, turning to face the overgrown raven with a small smile, “Yes, I loved it Reaper.”
The beam he receives just makes the euphoria feel all the more better as he pulls the naked God close for cuddles, yawning, he’ll deal with the clean up later.