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"So, I've been thinking..."
You finally speak up after you and your glitchy companion watch the undernovella credits, and he's about to raise his hand and change the 'channel'. He turns to you with a questioning look so you keep talking. "I was flipping through some books in the underlust universe today and-"
"Why'd you--you even go th-there?" He blushes at the mention of the wretched universe and looks away with a hiss.
"That's irrelevant-" you clasp your hands together with a smirk and continue. "I came across this thing called soulplay. Are you familiar?"
He can't help but shift in his seat, slightly sitting farther away from you, but he nods silently.
"Awesome. I figured since we can't get intimate without you crashing yet, maybe we could try that instead; fully clothed!" Your soul buzzes in your chest excitedly as you await his response.
He pulls at the hem of his shorts and clicks his tongues, not daring to look at the hungry glimmer in your eyes. "It's not... not h-how you think it is-is." He pauses to swallow thickly. "It wouldn't feel-feel good with m-mine."
You cock an eyebrow at him as you process his words, and he finally turns to you with his signature fake confident tone. "Just wait-wait t-till I'm ready to..." he makes a 'finger in hole' motion with his hands and wiggles his browbones at you.
You've known him for long enough to realize what he's doing.
"What's wrong with your soul? The glitching might add to the pleasure, you wouldn't know." You say the last part homurously, shrugging with a grin.
"Mine's re-really fucked." He covers his face and mutters something indecipherable under his breath.
"What was that?" You ask and he repeats it in the same way, which you 'huh.' at.
"...I said it's s-small." He basically whispers and a cheshire grin manifests on your face at the discovery.
"Oh my god!" You walk on your knees towards him, leaning close to him but not too much, as per his boundaries. "Dude now you need to show me!" You angle your head to try and look at his eyes through his phalanges. "Plus I'm sure it has a great personality!"
He groans and makes an absolutely miserable face at you through his digits.
"Aw come on! Here, you can touch mine first!" You sit back on your knees and concentrate, slowly summoning your soul, the corporeal culmination of your being. With an exhale, you allow the purple heart-shaped object to float in front of you and you push it with your pointer finger, passing it towards Error who has finally stopped covering his face.
He looks oddly gentle in the purple light of your soul, weirdly vulnerable even though he isn't the one putting his heart on the table. Slowly, he reaches for your soul with both hands and smirks when it sits in between his cupped palms. Your breath hitches for a moment, before you relax and watch his glitchy distals rub the edges of the soul.
His fingers move upwards and envelop it further, he's about to rub the upper part when you stop him with a shake of your hands. "Your turn."
His smile turns to a scowl, and he looks away again, making you worry that he might find a random reason to flee the scene, but he seems to talk himself out of it. Error closes his eyes and after a few moments, what looks a floating piece of broken glass floats between your bodies. It's glitching constantly, as if it can't decide whether it's supposed to be the usual monster soul white or primarily black with red, yellow, and blue misplaced pixels.
You marvel at the strange shape maybe 1/5th, no, 1/10th of your own and gently cup it in your hands. "It's so cute..." you whisper to yourself.
"Don't just say-say that." He murmurs, continuing to trace the edges of your soul, which makes you shiver slightly.
"I mean it! It's really like you." You giggle and bring your head down, gently kissing the fractured thing and smiling when you feel it buzz against your lips, the same way Error does at any skin-on-bone contact.
He makes a little sound at the gesture and his cheekbones flush that light blue that you're familiar with; which only makes you grow bolder. Holding it between your thumb and index finger, you make sure to make eye contact as you open your mouth and lick a stripe up the entirety of it, earning you a full-on moan.
"Careful there..." he whines and runs his fingers over your soul aimlessly. "I have an i-idea..." he makes a glitchy whirring sound when you lick the glowing piece again.
After you stop the attack with your tongue, he pushes the soul back towards himself with a flick of his wrist and pulls some strings out of his eyesockets. -which will forever look painful as fuck to you, even if he appears calm while doing it- In the blink of an eye, he has both souls strung up, each tied to different hands. "Brace yourself."
His smug face does little to prepare you, but you let out a shaky moan the second he starts rubbing the translucent objects together, and you have to double over and put your hand on the floor to keep your balance.
Otherworldly is an understatement for how it feels. You feel the sensations everywhere, like you're being caressed all over, occasionally feeling a faint buzz like a vibrator that is about to run out of battery, which of course, directs all the blood to your crotch.
You don't know when you closed your eyes, but when you open them again Error is pressing his forehead against yours and giving you this fucked out, pleading look; Gone are all the traces of any attempts at looking smug.
Your moans, your breaths, your very being mingle, and you can't help but put a hand over the top of his and aid him in giving both of you the delicious stimulation. Panting in unison, you feel a coil in your stomach, like a rubber band that is getting stretched and will snap soon. You can't help but shift in your seat as the throbbing in your crotch increases and the area twitches in need, so close, so close...
Until the sensations hit a peak.
Your hand tightens around his as the white, hot pleasure crawls all over your body, from your toes to your fingertips. Your vision goes white and for a moment, nothing else in the world exists other than you and your trembling lover, whom you only notice has been moaning into your neck when you descend back to reality.
Smiling softly, you call his name a few times before he returns a hum without moving, which you scoff at and wrap your arms around him, coaxing him to lie down with you.
"Earth to Error, you still with me?"
"I-I almost blue-blue-screened." He's clinging to you like he's afraid you'd disappear if he lets go.
"Is that bad?" You raise an eyebrow and pull back slightly, trying to examine his expression.
"Just in-intense." His cheekbones are glowing with the familiar dash of blue, and he looks away shyly. You don't verbalize the thought, but acting like that seems pointless after showing someone your literal soul, non-metaphorically.
You laugh at his expression and pat the back of his skull, basking in the closeness of your bodies and the faint hum of the anti-void until your heartbeat returns to its normal state. "So, elephant in the room; we need to change pants."
Error groans and rolls on his back. "I'm stea-stealing anamoly thirteen's shit-shit again."
"You're already wearing his shorts, aren't you?"
You huff when he nods, and you lie on your back as well, staring at the macabre display of all the human souls strung up across the vast emptiness of this cursed place. "Do you think he'd notice if I put my pants in his dirty laundry?"
"Nah. T-too stupid."