^{(I can’t believe del actually wrote this. warning: ‘explicit’ material)}

[Also known as: “Crab voice: fuck the father fuck the father”]

There was no concept of time in the void, so things like anniversaries and other yearly holidays that one would usually celebrate with their lovers were things that they never really paid much attention to. But pretending like time was a thing that they did anyways. They had meals together and slept, both were things that they didn’t really need to do, but it was still nostalgic none the less. Void had even started a garden in their backyard. It was really quite a charming little garden, and Wings really had to say that every time he caught his boyfriend back there tending to his plants, he really couldn’t help but smile to himself over how cute his boyfriend was.

But right now, this wasn’t about his boyfriend’s garden. If everything went according to plan, the tendrils of the climbing ivy that clung to the fence post weren’t going to be the only tendrils in this house. Hopefully that’d be a great example of what they were going to be like this evening (?). A fence post covered in climbing ivy.

Maybe there was a sexier way to describe that. There probably was, but he was doing his best. Sexy was a lot harder than he thought.

He was going to do this right though. There was no room for error, and he wasn’t going to leave any margin for error. He was going to seduce him in the only way that he knew how.

With science.

This was something that he had been planning for a long time. Or maybe it wasn’t any time at all. Time had been kinda iffy in the however amount of time he had spent in the void, and the amount of time he had spent with Void.

The odd simultaneous existence and none existence of time in the void aside, this was something that he had put a lot of thought into. This was going to have to be great, because while this was all new territory for him, this was stuff that Void had already dealt with. Great for him might only be mediocre for Void, and that was simply unacceptable. He was going to have to step up his game, and that wasn’t going to be hard because right now he didn’t really have any game.

His plan was really simple. He was going to get him at what got him the most passionate.

Science.

He had left a trail of various important documents that were used in the early stages of the creation of the core. They were full of equations and various theories, and really what was hotter than that. He even threw in some of his initial blueprints for it. This was going to be a very hot and passionate experience, and it was going to be all thanks to science.

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He had been working in his garden for a while now. There was really no point for him to wear a sunhat, seeing as they were in the void and there was no sun. But it was something that kept Wings happy, so he put up with it. It wasn’t that big a deal anyways. He had put in a lot of research onto what exactly was planted where, but seeing as he had nothing but a never ending existence and time no longer mattered, he could afford to see for himself what worked best. There really was no better way that to test and hypothesize. He never really had time to deal with botany before, and it was quite a curious science.

But the curious nature or plants aside, he had more pressing matters to attend to.

Such as finding the source of what had just hit him in the back of the head. It was an annoying gesture, and it was something that he’d make someone pay dearly for in the past. He’d do the same now, but now he seemed to live with people that he didn’t want to subject to that kind of treatment. It was a strange relationship to say the least.

Grabbing the wad of paper that had fallen next to him after hitting him on the head, he decided to unball it to see whatever it was on it. He couldn’t really say he was invested, but it was something to do, and his plants weren’t going anywhere.

He hadn’t exactly been expecting to see equations on it. They were obviously for the early draft of something, maybe even a first draft. There were many equations on that didn’t balance, and goals set for the project that it was for.

It was very likely that he would’ve tried a way work through this on his own, when he heard to sounds of papers fluttering as someone went running. It was an odd behavior, but not so much odd in a malicious way, but more so in an out of place sort of odd.

Against his better judgement, he decided to go check it out.

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He was starting to get nervous and maybe also a little cold. The void didn’t actually have much for really anything, but his current attire was a lot more drafty than usual. It only made sense because he had run back up from downstairs by the door to the back yard wearing nothing but a lab coat, and he had a lot of spaces for air to pass though that wouldn’t usually be able to pass though like that because of the fact that shirts and bottoms were things that he usually had on.

If he looked down, he could probably easily see his soul pounding in his ribcage as it glowed its faint white glow in the dimness of his room. His soul counted for good mood lighting, right? It certainly was glowing hard enough as both nervousness and excitement grew as the steps seemed to be getting closer and closer.

Soon enough, Void entered the bedroom. His arms were full or neatly gathered documents that he had used to guide him there. Most would use rose petals or something of the like, but that wasn’t nearly as romantic on his opinion.

<Wings…. What is all this?> Void asked, gesturing with his chin to the nearly nude Wings on their bed.

<I’M TRYING TO SEDUCE YOU! IS… IS IT WORKING?>

There was a long pause as Void stared at him. Was it a no?

<Are you sure you’re willing to do this?>

<OH! YES! I PUT A LOT OF THOUGHT INTO THIS AND I FIGURED OUT EXACTLY HOW I WANT TO DO THIS AND SO FAR PHASE ONE HAS WORKED WONDERFULLY.>

<And what would phase two be?>

There was a pause as Wings began to melt nervously (as one does when you realize your plan wasn’t nearly as genius as you once thought).

<WE… UH… WE HAVE SEX, AND, UH…. UH… WE COMPARE THE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN MY TIMELINES CORE AND YOURS, BECAUSE I’M SURE THERE’S PLENTY OF DIFFERENCES.> So phase one had a lot more thought put into it than phase two. He had spent hours trying to find just the right documents, and those ones he had decided would be the most interesting to him, and so far, it looked like it had worked.

<…Alright. But I’m going to lead.> Void informed, as he set aside the documents and began disrobing. His clothes were put on the floor next to the bed in a neatly folded pile before he joined him in the bed. He could feel an excited flutter in his soul as he saw his partner’s soul, and how beautifully it stood out against the black tendrils the curled up in his chest. They were quite curious, but he’d ask about them later.

<We’re going to start with a little foreplay. The science aspect is a nice touch, but I think that a little physical accompaniment would go great. I’ll show you one of my personal favorites.> He said as tendrils gently weaved their way through his bones, gently caressing the scantily clad skeleton’s bones as they did so. He was then straddled as they were now pelvis to melting pelvis. Next Void’s hands slid into his ribcage, and ever so gently touched his soul as he started going into great detail about how magic was just layman terms for science that they couldn’t comprehend and how this plays a crucial roll into how his core worked in his timeline.

At this point, Wings was putty in his hands. But he wasn’t, because putty was generally more solid than he right now. He was more like partially melted soft-serve ice cream in his hands. But he couldn’t let himself be the only one pleasured, and he certainly couldn’t just finish so early on. He wasn’t actually sure what it was like to reach climax, but this might’ve been it?

<If you want me to stop, I will.>

<N-NO! I JUST… REALLY LIKE THIS.>

He’d fight against it, and try to pleasure him back. But he was halted by tendrils.

<Don’t worry about me. The first time will just be showing you what to do, the next time I’ll allow you to reciprocate.> He reassured, sliding his finger in such a way that it sent a shockwave of pleasure through his whole being. He was very experienced. He knew exactly how to do it, and exactly where to do it. It was incredible.

So incredible that he found that maintaining a sold form was rather hard. But it would be weird if his ribcage just melted onto Void’s hand and then rolled off of it like it was a liquid. At least his soul would still be solid, but as a general rule of thumb, he liked to keep his soul inside of him.

<I take it that you’re ready to begin?> He asked. A shaky series of moans that it took him a moment to realize were coming from him as a result of his lover’s fingers still tracing on his soul, was his response, and also a nod.

Void was slow at bringing forth his own soul, but that was not so much hesitation. It was so that if Wings wanted a way out of this, he could easily protest and the session would end. It was to give him time, something that didn’t exist to them anymore. Maybe an opportunity would be a better word to use?

Presenting his own soul was an easy task, because his chest cavity was empty aside from his soul, and presently he was melting around it.

The feeling of the two of them combining was really something else. Had he had eyes, they’d have rolled back in pleasure. If he was melting ice cream before, now he was most certainly soup as he had graduated from somewhat solid to a perfect liquid. It seemed as though he wasn’t the only one enjoying this, as he had heard a few sounds from Void, because he was pretty sure that those weren’t from him this time.

The pink glow that filled the room as the result of this souls briefly being one faded, and Void laid down next to him. Even if Void had wanted to cuddle, it was presently off the table, as cuddling a puddle wasn’t really an option. (Even if it was a very cute puddle).

<You… You did very well.>

He would thank him, but he had already fallen asleep. Who knew that this was so physically draining? He’d make note of this for future endeavors.