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The December sequel to the No Nut N☆vember bit.

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Papyrus calmly finishes himself off and rights his clothes, much to Sans's confusion. Papyrus informs him that since No Nut N☆vember has successfully concluded, it's only fair that they now begin Destroy D☆ck December to make up for it, and day 1 permits them only 1 org☆sm.

At first, Sans just groans in frustration. Then, in horror, he remembers how the rest of it goes.

"* ohhh no. no no no. i know you've got stamina for days, but i can't. we are not. we are not doing this." "IT'S A BONDING EXPERIENCE." "* no." "YOU DON'T WANT TO BOND?" "* there won't be a me to bond with by day 31." "NONSENSE! YOU JUST DON'T KNOW THE PROPER TECHNIQUE." "* what? what's that even supposed to mean?" "DON'T WORRY, YOU'RE IN CAPABLE HANDS. I'LL MAKE SURE YOU SURVIVE AND FILL YOUR DAILY QUOTA." "* what???"

But that's all he gets.

At the end of the next day (the actual next calendar day), Papyrus asks him if he's finished with the day's challenge yet. He hasn't, because he was kind of scared of what Papyrus had planned. Papyrus scoffs, "YOU CAN'T EVEN DO DAY 2 ON YOUR OWN? EVEN AFTER A MONTH OF ABSTINENCE? YOU REALLY ARE HOPELESS WITHOUT ME," and promptly shoves his hand down Sans's shorts. He's given enough of a break after the first round that the second isn't too bad. Sans wants to enjoy it, but he's also fiercely dreading the days ahead.

At the end of the third day, Papyrus checks in with him again. Sans says he managed to r☆b one out earlier when he came home for lunch. After some intense scrutinizing, Papyrus accepts the answer and gets to work on squeezing the last two out of him. "YOU SHOULD TRY A LITTLE HARDER. WE HAD LESS THAN AN HOUR LEFT TONIGHT!"

At the end of the fourth day, Sans lies that he got through three of them during his breaks. Papyrus calls him on it immediately, brazenly pulling his soul out to inspect. He's intimately familiar with what Sans's soul and magic should look and feel like after that much activity. He memorized it during their honeymoon phase, back when they could hardly keep their hands off of each-other. "AND AGAIN, WE HAVE LESS THAN AN HOUR LEFT." And like that, he's forced through four org☆sms as rapidly as Papyrus' hands can work. "YOU HAVE NOBODY TO BLAME FOR THIS BUT YOURSELF," he's scolded as he tries to squirm away between two and three. "YOU SHOULD TRY TO TAKE THIS A BIT MORE SERIOUSLY," he's held down as he cries through the fourth.

In the morning of the fifth day, Papyrus scolds him before they leave the house, "EVEN AFTER LAST NIGHT, YOU STILL HAVEN'T CHANGED YOUR STRATEGY. OBVIOUSLY YOU NEED MORE HELP." He's trapped against the front door until Papyrus has managed to get him through the first of the day. "THE SECRET IS PACING YOURSELF! STOP MAKING ME HAVE TO RUSH YOU THROUGH THE QUOTA ALL AT ONCE. INSTEAD OF LYING, YOU SHOULD ACTUALLY MAKE USE OF YOUR BREAKS."

He tries, but he's lost any interest in mast☆rbating by day eight. Papyrus says that's fine, he has no problem with continuing to help. So Papyrus shows up for each of his breaks, cornering and tugging him through it, marking it off on a freaking itinerary he's brought along.

By day ten, he asks if they can at least have s☆x instead of Papyrus jerking him off. "OF COURSE NOT! IT'S 'DESTROY D☆CK DECEMBER', NOT 'ANNIHILATE ☆SS AUGUST', 'SUNDER SNATCH SEPTEMBER' OR EVEN 'OBLITERATE ORIFICE OCTOBER'."

"* oh my god."

"THOUGH NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT, THOSE SOUND LIKE GOOD EXERCISES TOO! GOOD IDEA, SANS! WE'LL ADD THEM TO NEXT YEAR'S CALENDAR."

"* is this your way of telling me you hate me? that you want me dead?"

"NONSENSE! THESE ARE EXERCISES IN RESTRAINT AND FORTITUDE! AND I'VE BEEN TELLING YOU FOR YEARS THAT YOU COULD USE MORE EXERCISE. THINK OF HOW MUCH MORE ENERGY YOU'LL HAVE BY THE END OF THIS!"

"* yeah, sure, use my dust for a pre-workout shake."

"DON'T BE SO DRAMATIC! NOW, YOU DID HAVE A POINT. IT WOULD BE MUCH MORE EFFICIENT TO GET BOTH OF US DONE AT ONCE."

And thus Papyrus's own schedule to power through the day's quota becomes Sans's. Even if he won't wake up, Papyrus is on top of him bright and early jerking both their c☆cks off with one hand. When Sans doesn't have the energy to shortcut back home during breaks, there's a dual colored mess left dripping from the bottom of his post that he also doesn't have the energy to clean.

True to his word, Papyrus paces them well enough through the days that it's not too horrible--at least until the final stretch. He was able to will himself through at least a little bit of his days off that he didn't share with Papyrus, but he can't muster the interest, energy, or magic to even form anything on his own now. So Papyrus works them overtime during his own breaks, invading and forcing at least a more crudely shaped ph☆llus to manifest. He didn't even know that was possible--someone else forcing it, or the shape degrading. It's only their shared days off that Papyrus's pacing strategy has any effect.

By day 28, he's pretty sure he's leaked more from his eye sockets with each session than anything his d☆ck could possibly offer at this point. Even after being together for a few years, he's still amazed at how Papyrus just gets up and bounds away in a straight line like nothing happened after coming three times in a row during just one of their breaks--meanwhile Sans literally needs a nap so bad that he doesn't have a choice in the matter.

By day 29, he's begging to stop. He's empty. Both of them still in hand, Papyrus tuts, "OF COURSE YOU'RE EMPTY. THEY'VE BEEN DRY BEFORE THE HALF-WAY POINT FOR OVER A WEEK NOW. THAT'S NOT NEW."

"* how are you even keeping track then?!"

"I'VE BEEN ACCURATE, HAVEN'T I?"

Sans sobs as he nods. Even with nothing coming out, Papyrus has perfectly marked each one on that stupid itinerary as it happens.

"THEN THERE'S NO PROBLEM! IT'S ONLY TWO MORE DAYS. I HAVE FAITH IN YOU!"

He passes out before the last five of the day can be wrung from him, but he's sure Papyrus still managed to manipulate his body somehow.

They both take the final days off out of necessity to see it through to the end. It's almost easy compared to the days before, not needing to frantically rush through as many as possible during breaks. Papyrus is as gentle as he can be with all of the extra time on their hands. It would almost be relaxing if it didn't hurt so much that Sans spent more time unconscious than conscious.

Sans is such a mess of sweat and tears that they've relocated to the bathtub. Incoherent, half-formed babble falls out of his mouth like another glob of drool as the countdown to the new year begins and Papyrus squeezes them together one last time. He doesn't have enough energy to scream as the final torturous org☆sm of this awful game tears through him without an ounce of satisfaction. Of course nothing comes out, but he swears if he had a brain, the last of it surely liquefied and dribbled out somewhere. He's not entirely sure he even remembers what language he speaks. He certainly can't read any of the lineup of Papyrus's soap bottles even when his eyes focus enough to see the words.

Papyrus washes and dries them both, and Sans is grateful that they're finally putting this behind them and he can just sleep. But the next thing he knows, he's laying limply on Papyrus's bed with his brother's phalanges and magic manipulating him into making a hole. He weakly protests with a wobbling whimper and impotent twitch of his leg, and Papyrus stops and looks up from his work with the most patient smile. "DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR S☆FEWORD?"

Sans isn't sure if the reformed magic is more or less sensitive after the ph☆llus had given out earlier.

"* c- ahh.. c-catsup." "GOOD! ARE YOU USING IT?"

The exit is right there. He's known it's always been right there from the start. Papyrus doesn't move. He doesn't understand how Papyrus could possibly still have any energy left, let alone desire.

"* hmmmnhh..." "WORDS, SANS. TAKE YOUR TIME."

Even if he doesn't understand the how, he can feel the why in the lovestruck intent that Papyrus is absolutely radiating. He involuntarily clenches around the fingers inside him and sobs.

"* no... 'm no--t..."

The fingers are retracted and Papyrus slides in effortlessly with one last verbal reminder of how much he loves his big brother. It doesn't last long at all--maybe a minute before he's coming for the final time that night and the last thing he feels before he passes out is Papyrus throbbing inside of him.

On January 1st, Sans finally asks Papyrus how the hell he was able to bust so many out in such short succession when their time in the bedroom prior to these 'exercises' usually had him needing so much stimulation to reach cl☆max that Sans hardly ever had enough energy to get him there by his own effort even once in an evening. Papyrus grins, "I HAVE IMPECCABLE CONTROL." But when Sans narrows his sockets, "OR MAYBE SEEING YOU OVERSTIMULATED JUST REALLY DOES IT FOR ME."

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Sans being a little sh☆t about mistletoe at parties. Always smoothly catching Papyrus under it 'cause he knows it's frustrating him to have to keep kissing his forehead. It won't happen, but Sans does fantasize about finally breaking Papyrus's resolve and getting him to slam his back into the doorway to stake his claim in front of everyone.

And when they get home, Papyrus dragging him into the doorway to their kitchen where he's also hung mistletoe, as if he needs that excuse to ravage him.

(Or maybe during the party, Papyrus eventually snaps and just bites Sans's hand. And when asked what the heck he's doing, "THIS IS HOW SOME ANIMALS KISS. DON'T BE SO JUDGMENTAL.")

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Papyrus hears about and decides that they must participate in No Nut N☆vember.

He padlocks the pistachios. Too many nuts have already been had by the time he realizes that's the wrong nut.

The next year, he goes all out. Changes his entire wardrobe for the month to

"BE LESS TEMPT☆OUS". (It doesn't work. His dorkish charm shines through literally anything.)

Sans would probably give in like 2 weeks in. Try to start something. Be as appealing as possible. Maybe even do some housework (he's found it's actually a pretty good way to get Papyrus in the mood). He drapes himself dramatically over Papyrus's desk, clad in the most ridiculous 'ling☆rie' he could find (probably just gag boxer shorts). But no! Papyrus's control is absolute! He has decided to participate in this month of abst☆nence, and a month it shall be! He sweeps Sans off the desk to continue drawing out a new trap design.

Sans would probably try to mast☆rbate after that, but Papyrus has also become the w☆nk police. He's been doing regular inspections! And once he catches Sans in the act, he decides Sans can't be trusted to finish this challenge unsupervised and makes sure Sans is never alone. If he's not able to keep by Sans's side, he has someone fill in until he can. It's a good thing he basically doesn't sleep; he's caught Sans trying to sneak a rub at night both intentionally and unintentionally. ("WAKE UP!!! I EXPLICITLY FORBADE W☆T DREAMS!! I KNOW I TOLD YOU THIS!!!")

Sans is a pent up mess by the end of it. At the stroke (ha) of midnight, he's on Papyrus, grinding and groping. Too bad Sans doesn't last long enough to actually finish getting their clothes off. But it's fine, he'll be good to go again in a bit and Papyrus hasn't minded before. And surely Papyrus is just as pent up under it all, right?

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Papyrus actually not minding when Sans drinks a little too much because he gets cuddly. Pre-confession, it's one of the only ways to get him to sit still for more than a quick hug.

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They end up on the kiss cam. Obviously they can't do anything much, so they shoot for a platonic forehead kiss. It's… still incredibly tender. Uncomfortably so.

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Papyrus is good at painting. He painted a rock formation to look exactly like a rope bridge.

Papyrus is good at putting machinery together, such as his traps. We don't know if he personally designed and built most of them, but he at least set them up.

Papyrus is… good at carpentry, and bad at mock carpentry? He built the "bars" in the path connecting the Snowdin Forest to the door to the ruins, and in the punishment shack. They look perfect. But his cardboard sentry station that he built himself sucks and is falling apart. But maybe that's only because it's cardboard in the snow.

Papyrus is good at lying. Not even Sans notices sometimes.

Papyrus is a complex creature.

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One of my heart chambers will always explode seeing one of the brothers hugging a plushie of their brother.

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licherally the only downside to sans' memefication is that people memefied him WITHOUT PAPYRUS. they're a paired set guys do NOT separate them!!!!

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Maybe one day they indulge in that gazing for too long and finally are caught with metaphorical hearts in their eyes.

They recognize the longing immediately and want to laugh and cry. They're entirely too old to be noticing this now; the better half of their lives wasted quietly pining.

At times, they'll find themselves utterly smitten. Say just the right thing, catch the light just so to become so dazzling.

But it's inappropriate, so their heads turn almost in sync. About to be caught staring, they look away.

Glancing by, just missing each-other. Over and over.

It hurts at first. It hurts worse when they realize there's nobody else that their souls call out to. But they get used to it.

It can't be helped.

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(This wasn't originally part of it, but maybe it could go in the middle here.)

They've always comforted each-other on bad days. Sometimes those days coincide for both of them and neither has the energy to do more than spend the day snuggling.

Sometimes those bad days have them drowning in the guilt and self-pity over their feelings. They're laying right next to each-other, pressed as close as can be, and yet they couldn't be farther away; unknowingly comforting one-another for the same unspoken feelings.

At times, they'll find themselves utterly smitten. Say just the right thing, catch the light just so to become so dazzling.

But it's inappropriate, so their heads turn almost in sync. About to be caught staring, they look away.

Glancing by, just missing each-other. Over and over.

It hurts at first. It hurts worse when they realize there's nobody else that their souls call out to. But they get used to it.

It can't be helped.

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At times, they'll find themselves utterly smitten. Say just the right thing, catch the light just so to become so dazzling.

But it's inappropriate, so their heads turn almost in sync. About to be caught staring, they look away.

Glancing by, just missing each-other. Over and over.

It hurts at first. It hurts worse when they realize there's nobody else that their souls call out to. But they get used to it.

It can't be helped.

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Body swapping before getting together. The obvious desire is to see their body, maybe touch it. But maybe that's too far a boundary. But their voice. Just looking at their face in the mirror and saying the things you want to hear. ... Still feeling appropriately guilty afterward.

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We don't have enough overstimulation. Here, or any other corner of other fandoms. But especially here since we have magic as an excuse for godly amounts of stamina.

And I will take insatiable skels any day.

UT!Papyrus who considers only 1 org☆sm to be a failure. 3 is casual, 5 is only a small success. It feels so good, why wouldn't you want to keep going until you literally can't anymore?

UF!Papyrus who gets drunk off his partner's reactions. Sometimes he'll only stop once they're so exhausted they've passed out and aren't even groaning in their sleep anymore.

US!Sans who treats it like a game and keeps track of his personal bests. Shortest amount of time he can cause an org☆sm, the most he can wring out of his partner in a set amount of time, the longest he's been able to go without breaks or without coming.

SFR!Sans who's just difficult to please. It takes him such a gruelingly long time to reach even one org☆sm for himself that his partner is lucky to have enough energy to even sit up by then. (It's impossible to overstim him. You will not last long enough to even try.)

And their brothers who suffer or indulge in this stamina~

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hhh for any of those sleepover scenes where they try to be quiet, I'm imagining them finally getting a handle on their voices, but… there isn't much they can do about the squish. The squelch. They can angle differently to avoid the clack, but d☆mn, if you didn't want found out, why're you so wet… 👁️ 👁️

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I have been in the mood for service tops all day. Suddenly needing to hear them lose it, dragging them away to jerk them off in a secluded corner. Able to focus on just getting them there dizzyingly fast.

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(Just a bit of discussion from when Tae was drawing the Dancetale bit on stream: youfoundta/status/1721606689592643832/ )

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Ey, dressing up in your partner's style has to have some meaning to it. 👀

Going the extra mile to understand and meld with each-other's style. More than just dancing, but putting together something that's visible even at rest. And anyone familiar with the two of them would know why (for who) one would bother to dress that way. If Sans has these clothes, I'm sure Papyrus has some baggier streetwear somewhere in his own closet too （≧ ‿ ≦） Oh noo, now I'm gonna cry too

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Confessions that happen right before one of them goes on a date with someone else. Begging them not to go, desperate not to potentially lose them.