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Tall and Handsome and Smells Like Carrots (?)

Summary:

Sausage just couldn't resist that crooked smile, that bubbling laughter, that hesitant gleam in his eyes.

So you couldn't really blame him for where they ended up.

Notes:

HELP i was watching Mog's recent SOS vid and I was struggling to watch him flirt with Sausage, I had to take a break to write... about them flirting... and also fucking.

I should really learn shame one of these days, huh?

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It wasn't the flirting that had gotten to Sausage. Not really.

Magswamp's flirting was more compliments with undertones anyhow. Awkward smiles and twirling his hair. Although it was adorable, it wasn't what drew Sausage in.

Really, it was the earnestness.

Mog was just so eagar, trying his very hardest to chat Sausage up. So what if it was a favor to Joel? It was still Mog who came on over, who giggled through all his bad attempts, who kept leaning in closer than he needed to.

Sausage just couldn't resist that crooked smile, that bubbling laughter, that hesitant gleam in his eyes.

So you couldn't really blame him for where they ended up.

Sausage broke away from their messy kiss, moving to run his lips along Mog's neck. Mog in turn made a soft, needy noise. Their legs pressed into each other, tangled on top of Sausage's mattress.

Sausage sat up on his hands, admiring the man below him. He looked a little dazed, a little breathless, lips pink and shiny, hair splayed around him.

"D'you think this is Joel's favor completed, then?" Sausage asked, absently shifting his hips down.

Mog's breath caught at the stimulation.

"Ah, uh Yeah." He was breathless. Gorgeous.

Sausage made to lean off him further, but Mog's hand shot up and grabbed his shirt collar, pulling him back down with uncharacteristic force. It was kind of hot.

"You better not leave me here, though," His breath was hot on Sausage's lips, centimeters apart from one another. Sausage grinned.

"I would never."

He wasn't going to in the first place, of course. But damn, a rougher Mogswamp wasn't something he knew he needed. He would have to experiment with that later.

For now he focused on getting their lips back together, tounges tumbling against each other, hips grinding down to satisfy the tenting of their pants.

Sausage really needed to thank Joel. Maybe give him a little kiss. After he was done kissing Mog. And probably sucking Mog off. And then probably kissing Mog again. So much to do!

"Y'know, you already did a task for me, it seems only fair I do one for you," Sausage panted, "So what is your command? I'll do whateeever you ask."

Mog groaned, arching his back so their bodies were flush together.

"Just- please," His legs hooked around Sausage's.

"Hmm, please what?" Sausage hummed, slipping his hands under the hem of Mog's shirt.

"Just touch me, geez!" Mog pleaded.

And who was Sausage to refuse him? After all, an earnest man was just his type.