He rises just a little, sitting back on his heels with his hands up like paws.Ī thrill of excitement rushes through him when he sees the leash in your hands-if he actually had a tail, he’d be wagging it by now, and the chuckle you suddenly let out means you probably know that, too. “Good boy,” you purr after a moment, and his soul thrums in his chest at the words. Papyrus shivers, anticipating another order, a sharp command, more praise…īut first, you’d said ‘stay,’ so he stays. You come over to where he’s bent down, on hands and knees, just watching him. He stays put, though, just like you told him to. You saunter in, cloaked in easy confidence and little else-a feast for his lack of eyes.

Papyrus sits at attention as you walk into the room. ← Previous Work Part 2 of Kinktober Next Work → Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 32,686 Chapters: 32/32 Comments: 309 Kudos: 1,826 Bookmarks: 164 Hits: 50,274 Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings.