Frisky Business

    Frisk firmly locked her hands onto Asriel's horns as he lifted her up, her legs around his waist. She remembered back to their mid-teens, when she first started noticing them. At first, she thought they were cute, her Asriel was becoming a man. But soon enough they had become synonymous with his deepening voice, his growing muscles, and his fuzzier arms and chest. Plenty of girls talked about guys with big arms, tight abs, or broad shoulders. Frisk liked all that too, but to her, the icing on the cake was Asriel's monster horns. She referred to them as handlebars at times and while she never tried to yank on them hard, she knew they were fairly sturdy. Tightening her grip, she bounced up and down in Asriel's lap, delighting in listening to his quiet pants and breaths as she alternated going up and down. She'd think about all the times they cuddled together warmly late at night, when she'd tease him for the shows he liked, or how handsome he looked the couple of times he'd had to defend her honor in public, even though she didn't need help. And then he breaks all of it by muttering out "G-golly, Frisk...you're so warm." But she liked even his dorky mannerisms. He continued thrusting, not mindlessly, but circling his hips slightly each time, exciting her just right. They were new to this, but didn't need practice, all those feelings came exploding out in an ideal fashion for the both of them. Still holding onto his horns and bouncing up and down, she let a snicker escape as her forehead lowered against his. A small kiss planted on his nose before her laughter rose again - "Az, don't say shit like "Golly" right now." He looked upwards, his pace slowing without realizing it. "Heh, just trying to...let you know how I feel, I guess?" Despite growing out of his timid nature, Asriel still found it hard to voice his feelings, he was a guy after all. She traced a hand down his left ear and gave it a small rub. "You're not doing such a bad job right now, to be honest." She bit her lower lip and said "But I have some ideas for the verbal side of things." He took a deep breath, waiting for her input. He lowered her onto the bed nearby and positioned himself on top of her, legs still wrapped around his waist, but pulling him in tighter now. She seemed to be getting wetter, if it were possible. Smiling, he asked her, "Well, uh...what should I say?" Immediately, she clarified, "Oh you keep on doin' what you're doin', handsome. I meant more on my side of things, you SEXY motherfucker." Asriel wasn't used to hearing her talk like this, though something about it made tingles shoot across his body. She wasn't trying to be vulgar for the sake of it, but despite being a master of communication and diplomacy, feeling him pump in and out of her caused her to say things that Woshua would put soap in her mouth for. He sweetly pecked the side of her cheek, and she sent three sloppy, open mouth kisses up the side of his neck. "Oh FUCK yeah, baby", she blurted out. He shuddered, but in a good way. Her hair piled up on the pillow below her, and he buried his face in it to take in it's scent, which always drove him crazy. It had been quite some time since they started, a few hours at least, and exhaustion was beginning to set it. "Keep fuckin' going, just like that." "Any other four-letter words to use?" Asriel asked her, panting in the middle of his sentence. "Hell yeah, baby!" she replied, a huge grin across her face. "I'm almost there, keep it up." He felt her insides convulse around him, almost like she knew how to pull what she wanted right out of him. That was it, now she had to get him too. Her toes curled and without hesitation, she raked her nails down his back to mark her territory. He was too oblivious to all the girls that'd stare at him in public, but next time they went to the beach, they'd all see those marks down his back through his fur and know who put them there. "wwooAAAHH!" Asriel shouted, wincing slightly from the sharp pain. Normally, he only exhaled deeply when he finished. Now at the finish line, he swelled up inside of her and shot several thick ropes one after another. She always enjoyed feeling every last drop and counted. A new record. He fell on top of her and rolled over to the side slightly, the warm blanket soothing his back. She broke the silence with laughter once more. "God DAMN, I know that one was good for you." Turning his head, his bright monster eyes meeting the gaze of her strange, permanently squinted pair he' d grown so fond of. He could only shake his head to signal a "yes" before joining in the laughter. "What made you try that?" wondered Asriel, his hand tracing up her thigh. "Undyne told me to try it last time we talked about bedroom stuff." she replied, with yet another smug grin. Heat rushed to Asriel's face, always easily embarassed. "You tell her about us!?" Frisk nodded. "Yep. Usually after training. Also that girl at the corner store who always chats with us whenever we're home and not some dumb conference." Trying to be humorous once more, Asriel only said "Well, at least you haven't told Mom yet." She grabbed his hand softly and moved it over to her stomach, moving it in circles. "You keep fucking me like that and I might have to tell her."