A Gentleman's Game

	It was a cozy evening in for the Dreemurrs as the day wound down, the sky alight with purples and pinks as the sun lazily fell behind Mount Ebott. Dinner had been had and Asgore was clearing the table, stacking the dishes and silverware neatly on a plate. He hummed to himself, happy as could be to have the entire rest of the night to spend with Toriel, and to top it all off they both had no work at the school tomorrow, so they could sleep in as long as they want. He smiled as he felt those slender arms wrap around him from behind and a certain soft body press against his back. Toriel sighed, running her hands along his pink, flower patterned shirt, hugging him loosely.

	“Mmm, let’s not worry about those dishes quite yet, dear,” she cooed, relaxing into him and closing her eyes, “I was hoping we could do something much more… fun.”

	“Oh?” Asgore grinned, setting the food stained plates back down on the dining table, “And what does that entail?”

	She turned him around, placing his hands on her sides as she looked him up and down. “I was thinking maybe something on the couch, put on a movie that we could perhaps ignore.” She blushed as her eyes spied his knowing smirk.

	“I thought,” he started, hands giving her soft curves a squeeze right where she had placed them, “we agreed no funny business on the couch, honey.”

	“Well, I remember a certain someone trying to protest that.” She inched her nose closer, eyes lidded as she gazed into his. “Or am I wrong?”

	Asgore’s grin grew, but that didn’t mean he was going to stop being difficult. “But you said…”

	“I know what I said, but sometimes rules are meant to be broken.” Toriel giggled, her tail wiggling slightly. She moved her nose right to Asgore’s ear, tickling a finger under his chin as she whispered, “And these sorts of things are always more fun if they are not allowed.”

	Asgore chuckled, hands slowly travelling down as Toriel moved her muzzle back in front of his. “Well, let’s hope we don’t get caught, then,” he joked, closing the distance and giving her a nuzzle.

	She returned it in kind. “We never do.”

	The two shared a giggle as she guided him towards the cushions, her couch their target. She sat down heavily, pulling him down with her before encapturing him in a kiss, her hand on his cheek. He sighed into the gesture, smile growing as their tongues met and hands became antsy. He knew exactly where to grab, earning small gasps from his queen throughout the kiss as her hands lazily trailed along his frame.

	Their tongues danced until Toriel pulled away, her cheeks flushed while she put on her best bedroom eyes. She reclined back, laying down on the couch. Asgore quickly followed, grinning ear to ear, his cheeks rosy under his golden beard. She was all the more beautiful on her back, the way her robe was just perfectly disheveled and the slightest amount of labor added to her breath as she panted lightly making his heart race. Without a moment’s notice he took her into a kiss of his own making, hovering over her on his elbows and closing his eyes. A humm of content resonated from the goats, the kisses and subtle touches enough to whet their appetite. She giggled as a hand found its way under her robe, her body squeezed and groped wherever the fingers traveled. A sigh was lost between their muzzles as her bra was hastily invaded, the garment now hosting Asgore’s grabby paw.

	Tingles went up her spine, her arms hanging loosely from his back as she was swept away under his libido. She didn’t mind of course, thoroughly enjoying any time she got to see this side of him, and she had to admit her couch was very well suited for this. Her belly was his next target as he finally had a fill playing with her chest, squeezing any part of her that had give as he really enjoyed her company. She moaned as his hand traveled lower before it trailed back up, leisurely drawing circles in her fur, the ticklish movements driving her crazy. Her hands trailed along the back of his shirt, feeling their way along his muscle as she let him have his way.

	An idea popped into her head, moving her fingers to his chest. She smiled as he huffed due to her teasing digits, tracing them all over 	his abdomen. They opened buttons at random, especially more towards the top before they intermingled with his wiry chest fur. Despite his natural fluff and the soft fat he held, she could still feel every single muscle, and she couldn’t get enough. None of his upper half was safe, her fingers feeling along his steely abs before they trailed along his sides, the absolute mass of his chest and shoulders making her heart race. Her hands sank lower, knowing exactly where to go as she felt his not-so-subtle bump, wrapping her fingers around him through denim.

	Asgore grunted, retreating his offence of the kiss as he flexed his hips against her paw. She squeezed, earning her desired effect as he broke the kiss with a heavy groan, faltering for a split second.

	“There he is,” Toriel cooed, closed eyes becoming lidded as she smirked up at her king. His smile was dopey as it was his turn to pant, staring back at her lovingly.

	He chuckled, giving her a nuzzle as his eyes opened slowly, his junk still subject to her fingers. “Indeed,” he said breathlessly, his own smug smile forming. “I wonder where he wants to go.”

	Toriel giggled, placing a kiss onto Asgore’s nose. “Mmm, I might have an idea,” she teased, taking Asgore’s hand in hers as she led him down her belly. In the meantime she had unbuttoned his fly, working the zipper down and making him sigh at the relieved pressure. She moved past his jeans and grabbed him through his boxers, earning a gasp from him while her fingers made themselves at home. He was rock hard and twitching in her grasp, igniting a whole new level of arousal in the queen.

	“Someone’s- ah, eager,” Asgore sighed, currently bewitched by the queen’s hand, “Something tells me you, mmm, planned this.”

	“Maybe,” she teased, leaving Asgore’s hand to do as it pleased right at the bottom of her belly as she finished unbuttoning his top, “And you call me eager when you’ve been hard this entire time.”

	“Yes, but,” he groaned as she ever so slightly stroked him, interrupting his counterpoint and concentration, “You’re the one with the hand down my trousers.”

	“Do you have a problem with that?” She asked, words honeyed and smug, “I’ll stop if that’s what you want.”

	He chuckled, closing his eyes as he went in for another kiss. “Not at all.”

	She moaned as his hand traveled along her waistline, just barely touching the elastic of her underwear. He worked down tantalizingly slow, fingers lost in the soft white fur that led to her center as they dipped under her panties, toying with her nerves. She gasped as he found how wet she was, his digits just centimeters from where she wanted them to go. He didn’t want to give her the satisfaction, at least not quite yet, parting her soaked garment to reveal her entrance. Her own teasing faltered, hand leaving Asgore’s member as she squirmed under him, holding onto his frame for support.

	He broke the kiss with a smirk, her previously dominant gaze now needy and almost begging. He leaned back, hands moving to the hem of her robe as she was forced to simply watch it travel up her hips, heart racing and pounding in her chest. Asgore lost his shirt, eyes locked on her center as it dripped before looking her back in the eye. She shivered, legs spreading on their own accord while he towered over her, her body shaking in anticipation.

	Asgore moved back, shifting on the couch as he lowered his head towards her tummy, eyeing her the entire way down her body. He placed a kiss right at the top of her groin before settling his hands on the tops of her hips, hooking them under her thighs as he was nose to nose with her sex, his hot breath tickling her and making her hips quake.

	A shuddering sigh left the queen as he gave her a lick strong enough to spread her labia apart, lingering right along her clit. Her thighs tensed up, covering her eyes with a hand as another moan left her. Her other fingers gripped the couch as she peeked past her previous blindfold, watching him as he contemplated giving her another lap. Her body felt heavy and light at the same time, the pleasure addling her nerves as it went up to her brain. His head moved forward again, forcing another cry from her as he repeated the process, but this time he didn’t pull back. Her hand slipped down her face, the queen biting down on a knuckle as continuous laps hit her center, each one a high note of bliss as it traveled up her spine.  A long winded gasp fell from her as he secured his lips around her clit, giving the button plenty of love.

	“You’re such a gentleman,” she managed to get out, sighing as her hand drop from her mouth as it joined its other in clawing the couch. Her smile was wide and open, hot breaths leaving her as she panted and gasped in glee. She went between watching him work and leaning her head back against a pillow, her body sinking into the couch. Her thighs squeezed against his head as he dutifully ate her out, nobly doing his task, his tongue happily tasting her sweet entrance.

	Her moans filled the house, and were music to Asgore’s ears. He didn’t intend to stop for a long while, his snout glued to her as his jaw constantly worked. Her entire form relaxed, save for her constantly firing lower half, melting against his mouth as she happily became his noisemaker. Toes curled and her tummy grew taught, not at all about to last long. That didn’t matter however, since the night was far from over, and Asgore could do this for as long as she wanted. Her unfocused eyes stared at the ceiling whenever she wasn’t lost in the golden curls on the top of his head. One thing was for certain, she had dearly needed this.