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Sans' cold hand grazed the great sage's cheek , his blue eyes staring into yellow ones as they cuddled together. The cold bones brushing through his fur went a small purr through the monkey's cold, expectant lips. Wukong nuzzled closer to him with that loving look in his eyes, which was reciprocated without hesitation. He was silently pleading for one of those... megalokisses... from those megalolips of his. Sans, noticing this, leans in and presses a soft, nonexistent kiss to the sage's chapped lips.
"You really are something, hehehehehhe," sans chuckled, causing Wukong's grin to widen.
"I know I am... but what are you, baby boy?" Said Wukong.
Sans would smirk, leaning in to steal another kiss from the monkey, but ukekong would kiss him back with no hesitation. They were both playing this game now like a straight white middle aged man playing football. They were now kissing like mad mans and time was completely ignored by the two of them. Sans' hands cupped his cheek and held Wukong's as they lovingly and intensely KISSED.
"I love you, Wukong...."
"I love you too, Sans. You're the bestest thing that ever happened to me since peach chips," he laughed into the kiss.
"Peach chips huh, do I come first, baby boy ?" Sans humors, moving his skele-hands to grasp Wukong's waist, causing him to gasp and laugh furthermore.
"Of course you do, skele-zaddy!"
I'm jealous ngl.... But anyways that day Wukong becomes Sans' husband and boyfriend.