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“Are you sure you’re ready?” You asked, twisting a strand of your hair on your finger, “I don’t want you to get hurt.” You paused, giving him a wry smile, “Not too much, at least.”
He pushed himself up and off the bed, walking over to you, “I’ve been ready.” He said confidently. His fingers slid down from your elbows to grasp your hands lightly.
“Okay, then,” You shrugged, looking down at him playfully, “Lets do this already.”
You went over to Sans’ bedside table, opening the bottom drawer. In it was a few toys in varying sizes and shapes. The largest one in the drawer, though, was a dark purple strap-on, with leather straps. You picked it out yourself.