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Story contains spoilers.

It's been a decade since the barrier broke. You were just a young boy when it happened. It came as quite a shock to the adults in your town, but the idea of making new friends excited you. You never really had many growing up, and the loneliness often got to you. After the commotion died down, you befriended the Toriel and Asgore Dreemurr, who had two children: a goat boy named Asriel, and an adopted human named Frisk. At first, your parents feared the monsters, but Frisk's presence was reassuring, and eventually, they grew to trust the monsters as well. The siblings made you feel safe and welcomed. Frisk's calm, gentle demeanor contrasted well with Asriel's giggly, gregarious nature, and your loneliness evaporated.

As time passed, the bond grew stronger. You did pretty much everything together. You spent so much time with the Dreemurrs that they gave you your own bedroom. You really couldn't have asked for a better group to grow up with. Toriel and Asgore treated you like one of their own, and you always found their advice useful. Frisk was a stable anchor, always able to keep his cool. But it was Asriel that you grew closest to. You both were a bit more vulnerable; a bit more prone to anxiety, depression, and other negative thoughts. Whenever times got tough, Asriel was always the first to be there for you, and you repaid him in kind. Cheering him up was your greatest pleasure in life, and the smile on his face was worth the pain whenever you saw him upset. Sometimes you wondered if he felt the same way when he helped you.

Nearing the end of your teenage years, however, your relationship began to change. He became noticeably more nervous when speaking to you, as if he was terrified of saying the wrong thing. He often fidgeted, and the tips of his ears would turn bright red. You weren't much better off. You had to avoid looking straight into his eyes, lest you start blushing. His touch would send chills through your body and make your hair stand up. Frisk, for his part, didn't seem to notice. He kept trying to get you two to hang out, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the air.

Toriel and Asgore were visiting the surface for a few days, so Frisk invited you over. You did the usual stuff - played games, watched TV, talked about life, but as the night went on, the tension between you and Asriel grew to the point where you completely stopped speaking with one another. Feeling stressed out, you curl up on the couch and zone out. A short time after, you feel a little push on your shoulder. Your eyes pop open and lock on to Frisk, who is standing over you.

"You have a bed, you know," Frisk chastised. "Asriel went to bed a few minutes ago, and I'm going to hit the hay, too."

"Yeah, alright..." you mumble as you sit up. Frisk never liked people sleeping on the couch. Says it makes you look like a bum. Honestly, you don't see the problem, but you're in no mood to argue. "Just give me a moment."

"Alright, but if I wake up and you're asleep out here, I'm pouring water on your face," he threatens as he disappears into the hallway. After taking a moment to rub your temples, you stand up and make your way to your bedroom. As you pass Asriel's room, you hear a very subtle noise. Stopping dead and turning your head to listen carefully, you notice it seems to be coming from his room. Very carefully, you put your ear up against the door. What is that noise? It almost sounds like he's... sniffing? Is he crying? Asriel was always a little prone to that, but you weren't sure why he would be doing it now. Does he think you're ignoring him? You kind of are, aren't you. Slowly, you raise your first to the door, but you stop, your anxiety stopping your arm from going any further. Your knees tremble as you stand there, uselessly, but your nerves win out. You lower your fist and slip into your own bedroom and quickly close the door before quickly sliding under the covers.

"Damn it" you whisper. You close your eyes, but all you see is his smiling face. His cute little fangs and floppy ears. His eyes which seem to stare into your soul. You try to block the images, but they overpower you, driving up your heart rate. After a few more minutes pass, you sit up, frustrated.

"Maybe I should go and see him... make sure he's really okay..." you consider, the stress becoming almost palpable. You swing your legs over the side of your bed, but your anxiety paralyzes you once more. Grunting in frustration, you roll back over and bury your head into the pillow. Eventually, you feel yourself beginning to doze off, but before you fully fall asleep, your doorknob turns and your door open a crack. It stays open for a few seconds before it opens a little more and a head pops in. You glance over at it and can see a silhouette of a pair of horns and big ears.

"Hey...?" the figure says with a diminuitive peep. The voice that makes your heart flutter every time you hear it.

"Y-yeah? What's up?" You're trying to sound normal, but your voice betrays your nerves.

"I'm... I'm just a little..." Asriel began, his voice also trembling a little. You sit up in your bed and flick on the lamp, your nerves giving way somewhat to concern.

"You okay?" you ask. The light illuminates Asriel's face, revealing his drooping face and lightly red-rimmed eyes. He glances to the side.

"I'm just a little... umm..." he says, his voice shaking like a leaf in the wind. "Lonely," he finishes. "Could..." he starts, but stops abruptly. "Actually, never mind," he mumbles before pulling his head out of the door.

"Hey, wait, come back," you blurt almost a little too quickly. Asriel's head reappears. "Come on in," you invite, and Asriel slowly pushes your door open and walks in. His shoulders are sagging, his fingers are steepled, and his body visibly shaking. You've seen him bad before, but this is something else. You swing your body around, kicking the blanket off your legs and sitting up on the edge of your bed.

"Tell me what's wrong," you say, making space for him to sit next to you. Your own anxiety seems to vanish in his presence. Right now, your only concern is cheering him up.

"It's just..." he begins, tiptoeing toward you. "I... I just... I was in bed, and... I couldn't sleep... ummm..." he mumbles, staring at his feet. "I was thinking about... I mean, we've been friends for so long, and I just... ugh..."

A million butterflies fly around in your stomach. Is he really saying what you think he's saying?

"I know, Asriel," you whisper. And you do. You know it every time you look at him. You know it every time you hear his voice. Asriel looks up at you, tears dripping from his eyes.

"Is it that obvious?" he whispers, his voice shaking. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up," he says, quickly spinning around. Your hand shoots up almost subconsciously, grabbing his. You pull him back down to the bed, staring straight into his eyes. You shuffle over toward him, getting as close as possible. Wiping away his tears, you move your face closer to his. The last thing you see before your lips meet are his arresting dark eyes staring deeply into yours. You throw your arms around him, pushing him gently down onto his back as your kiss continues. You feel his soft, fuzzy hands make their way beneath your shirt, feeling your upper body. A moan escapes your lips as he pulls the shirt over your head. Your lips separate just long enough to get the shirt completely off your body before you continue your assault, feeling his soft fur all over your face as your tongue enters his mouth. He wraps his long tongue around yours, squeezing it gently. After a few more moments, your tongues part and you withdraw your lips from his and look down at him. To your surprise, he is still crying.

"Asriel..." you say, your voice dripping with concern, but he just shakes his head.

"Thank you..." he says, his voice considerably steadier than before. "Thank you..." You wipe away his tears again as you see the corners of his mouth turn into a little smile.

"I've wanted to do that for a very long time," you whisper as his smile grows. He lets out a little giggle and looks up at you. He opens his mouth to say something, but as his gaze falls upon your bare chest, he turns his head away and puts his paws over his face.

"Oh god... did I really pull your shirt off?" he groans, but with a slight hint of jollity to his voice. You begin to relax. This is a little more like the Asriel you know. You reach down to the top of his shirt, stroking his ears along the way. They feel like they're on fire. As you grasp the neckline, he places his paw on your hand.

"Hey..." you say, mischief sneaking into your voice. "Let me see. It's only fair," you finish. Asriel giggles, moving his hand away. Gently, you pull the shirt over his head, revealing his furry upper body. You begin slowly rubbing his stomach, feeling his snow white fur as your palms slide up and down across his torso.

"Hey... that tickles..." he giggles, grinning wildly, hands still over his eyes. You continue to stroke him, up and down, left and right, until your hand passes over one of his nipples. Using your index finger, you draw a little circle around it.

"Hey, hey, h- aah!" he bleats before quickly letting out an embarrassed moan. It makes you laugh. He's always had an issue with bleating when he giggles, and he's very self-conscious about it. You secretly thought it was just the cutest thing. Leaning down, you whisper seductively in his ear.

"I've always found it adorable."

"Reeeeeally?" he whines, his voice dripping embarrassment. You smile as you lower your head into his chest, your ear up against his heart. It beats wildly as you continue to rub your hand up and down his body. Asriel wraps his arms around you again.

"I'm so happy," he whispers into your ear. "You don't know how much I wanted this."

"I think I do," you reply, nuzzling his chest.

"Hmm... maybe," he concedes. You continue to rub his stomach, each stroke getting lower and lower. Eventually, you work up the courage and slip your fingertips beneath the waistband of his pajamas. His chest immediately tightens up.

"Whoa, whoa," he whispers.

"Sorry," you quickly reply, shooting your hand out.

"No, no," he coos. "It's okay... I just wasn't expecting it." Hesitantly, you slide your hand back down under the band and into his underwear.

"You sure?" you ask, not wanting to do anything that would upset him.

"Yeah..." he breathes. "It's okay. I've... always wondered what it would be like." You slide the rest of your hand down his pants and down his pubis, rubbing the inside of his thigh along the way. Asriel's arms tighten around you slightly as you move your hand over, brushing up against his scrotum.

"What have we here...?" you tease, lifting your head off his chest. Your eyes meet for a split second before he bleats and closes his eyes. Giggling, you slide your hand under his scrotum, cupping his testicles in your hand. They're the perfect size. As you play with them, you hear little "ahhs" escape him. You honestly can't tell if they're out of pleasure or out of embarrassment, but they melt your heart all the same. You slide your hand up and gently grasp the shaft at its base, feeling it harden in your grip. Asriel's fingers dig into your back as he tenses up.

"Be careful with that," he shakily whispers. You lift your head off his chest and grin at him.

"Don't worry. I know how fragile you are," you joke.

"Hey!" Asriel objects, gently shoving you with his free hand. You smile at him as you gradually slide your hand up his shaft. Like his testicles, his penis is the perfect size. It feels about six inches in your hand. You rub your thumb over the opening, which is already drooling with his precum. Asriel's legs quiver as you sit up and pull the front of his pants down with your other hand, exposing his manhood to the cool bedroom air.

"Oh my god..." Asriel groans with his head tilted back and his mouth open. Your own member stiffens as you lean down and take his in your mouth, gently licking and stroking it. You've have no idea what you're doing, but Asriel seems to be enjoying it, and that's all that you care about. He squirms under you as you continue to work his shaft, his breath growing increasingly staccato.

"That's perfect..." he groans, as you resume fondling his testicles. Nearly every stroke draws out a little more precum, giving you a little salty treat. You turn your head to look up at Asriel, but he is now holding your pillow over his face. You grin as you continue licking up and down his erection. After a few minutes of this, Asriel's whimpers begin to pitch up.

"Mmmf," he chirps from beneath the pillow, prompting you to stroke even faster. You pull your mouth off his penis and swirl your tongue around the opening, setting him off.

His entire body tenses up as he throws his head back as far as it can go, squealing into the pillow. His legs bounce up and down on the bed as semen squirts from his tip, landing on your tongue and his lower stomach in equal amounts. You feel every pulse as he thrashes, lost in the pleasure of his orgasm. After a few final dribbles, you swallow as his body slowly comes to a rest. You lie back down and rest your head on his chest, as he attempts to catch his breath, incredible warmth radiating from his body.

"Do you always have such violent orgasms?" you quip after a few moments.

"Shut up!" he cries as he swings the pillow into your head. Laughing, you grab a tissue and dab up the seed that you didn't swallow. You bounce off the bed and toss the tissue into the bin. When you turn around, you meet Asriel's eyes, which quickly dart down to your groin. Somehow, you forgot that you're still sporting a prominent tent. Now it is your turn to be embarrassed - you make an awkward little cross-legged twist to try to hide it, but it's far too late for that. Asriel snorts, laughing at your sad attempt to hide your arousal.

"Yeah, uh," you stammer. Asriel shoots you a toothy grin.

"Let me see... it's only fair," he replies in the same sing-song tone you used on him earlier. You blush as you pull down the front of pants, revealing your stiff cock. Asriel's eyes light up as he sits up and licks his lips. God, his tongue is long. You've always known that, but even when it was squeezing your own tongue, it never really hit you just how long it is. You walk up to the side of the bed, your penis a few feet from his face.

"I've never done this before," he confesses, a lack of confidence evident in his tone.

"I'd never done it either, but if I can manage it with this little stub," you say, sticking your tongue out at him, "then you shouldn't have any problems."

Asriel looks up at you with a droll smile. As he moves his head closer to you, he begins to lick the tip of your penis with the tip of his tongue, sending shivers down your spine. His head slowly moves toward your body, spreading more and more of his tongue around your shaft. Your body tenses as he wraps himself around your cock, his smooth tongue pleasuring multiple areas at once.

"Holy shit..." you grunt. He begins to thrust his head back and forth, his tongue slithering up and down your shaft. It's overwhelming. Your knees begin to wobble, and you grab onto one of his horns for support. You shudder as the pleasure fills every fibre of your being. You start to gently guide his head as he continues his thrusts. You feel yourself leaking wildly in his mouth and wonder if he's enjoying it as much as you did.

"Watch the fangs," you advise, feeling a few close calls.

"Mm," he answers, his mouth in no position to form anything more intelligible. You expect him to continue going until your orgasm, but shortly after, he unwraps his tongue from your penis and pulls his head away.

"What are you-" you begin to protest, but your objection quickly turns to apprehension as you see the anxious look on Asriel's face. "Umm, you okay?" you ask as Asriel taps his fingers together.

"Uh... well... I was wondering if..." he began before clearing his throat. "It's just... uh, back at home, I..." he said before turning away.

"At home, you..." you prompt, trying to get an answer out of him.

"I have some, uh... toys. You know?" he replies, the shame pouring from his words.

"Toys," you repeat plainly.

"You know... I mean, they're pretty small, but..." he mumbles, "but I think you'd, uh... you know. Fit." Your face curls into a smile. You've always fantasized about having sex with him, but never thought it would actually happen.

"Are you suggesting..." you slowly say as Asriel's stare penetrates your soul. "That you want me to..."

"Pleeeeease?" he whines. You look down into his pleading eyes. How can you resist those? Not that you want to, of course. You just worry a little bit about hurting him.

"Well," you start, but you are thoroughly defeated by his stare. "Alright, if that's what you want."

Asriel squeals excitedly, sliding his pants and underwear the rest of the way down his legs, revealing his entire form to you. He's gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. You step out of your own pants and gently push him down onto his back and climb onto the bed next to him. He turns his head and smiles at you. You lean in, kissing him tenderly on the lips.

"Okay... roll over," you command. Asriel obeys, rotating his body, revealing his back to you. You shuffle up as close as you can, spooning him. The feeling of his soft fur against your body fills you with a warmth like you've never felt before. It's not heat... is it love? Is this how love feels?

"You're really sure about this, right?" you ask. You could never forgive yourself if you hurt him.

"I'm sure..." Asriel replies. His voice is so soft. He sounds so vulnerable. You begin to calmly rub his fuzzy rump, slowly making your way to his crack. Asriel moans softly as you slowly spread his cheeks, revealing his tight, pink hole.

"Alright... last warning," you whisper in his ear. "If it's too much, let me know and I'll stop immediately." After receiving a soft coo in reply, you line yourself up with his anus. You don't have any lubrication, but you're dripping so much precum you don't need it. At this point, your dick is hard as a diamond, and you very, very slowly push into his ass. His tight tunnel clamps around your member as you continue your invasion, allowing the steady leak of precum to lubricate him. With every inch, a bleat escapes Asriel's mouth. You slide your arm underneath his side and grasp his hand, which tightens around yours. Finally, roughly a minute later, your pubic bone pushes up against his rear.

"I'm all the way in," you tell him. He tightens both his hands around yours, and then starts to sniffle again. "Are you okay? I can take it out," you blurt, suddenly worried.

"No," he squeaks as he turns his head and looks into your eyes. "Please, claim me," he whispers. Warmly smiling back, you slowly pull most of your cock out and slowly push back in. Asriel meets your every thrust, pushing back whenever as you hilt inside of him.

"Faster," he urges, and you pick up the pace, the bed shaking beneath you. Asriel's moans grow shaky as you pound his prostate. He begins to pant and grasp at the bedsheets, holding on tightly.

"Faster!" he commands again, his voice rising to a sort of quiet shout. You oblige, pounding as fast as you can manage.

"You feel so amazing..." you groan into his ear.

"You... feel... better," he replies, each word a trial. You move your free hand from his hip and wrap it around his once again erect penis, stroking as you thrust. Asriel's moans grow even louder, and his body tenses up again. You wrap your upper leg around his to anchor them as he begins convulsing once more, his penis letting loose a substantially smaller amount of cum than the first time. With every squirt, his asshole clenches around you, and that combined with the tongue lashing you received earlier sends you over the edge.

"Asriel..." you snarl.

"Please... give it all to me..." he moans as your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. You thrust as hard as you can into his hips, unleashing jet after jet of your load into his hole. You can't help but groan as your testicles drain into your lover and best friend. After what feels like eternity, your muscles relax.

"Wow," you breathe.

"Thank you," Asriel sniffed. "I love you."

"I love you too," you whisper back. From this point on, your souls are one, and the binding force is pure, unconditional love. You reach up and stroke Asriel's ears. He's perfect. Just perfect. You never want to let go. Together, you slowly drift off to sleep.

...

A few hours later, you wake up. You've softened up and your penis has slid out of his hole. You reach down and feel the mess of half-dried semen coming from his ass. Moving very slowly to avoid disturbing him, you get out of bed, grab a tissue, and wipe it down as best you can. After silently putting your pants back on, you carefully and quietly open the door and walk out into the hallway, then turn around to close the door as quietly as you opened it. Once you hear the quiet click of the latch, you turn back around to walk to the washroom and bump straight into Frisk. You nearly jump out of your skin.

"Jesus fuck!" you exclaim as loudly as you can while still whispering. Frisk pokes you in your bare chest.

"Hot in there, huh?"

You try to play dumb, but your head looks like a sunburned apple.

"Umm, yeah. Real hot," you respond lamely.

"Uh huh," Frisk replies. "It's pretty cool in my room. No reason why your room would be hot."

"Unless you were... up to something," he adds. You feel like you're shrinking.

"Can I just get by please?" you say, pronouncing it all as one word. Your throat feels tight as a clamp. Frisk gives you wry smile and a little wink and lets you pass before vanishing back into his own room. After a quick trip to the washroom, you tiptoe back into your room, lie down on the bed next to Asriel, and fall asleep. You've got a lot of explaining to do, but for now... you just want to enjoy the moment with Asriel.