The artist gasped and squirmed, trying to close his legs. With one glance at Ink's face he wrapped a fist around the sensitive flesh. He smirked in triumph as he drew his attention back to Ink's member. Error was too busy to notice Ink's face of disgust, proceeding to wrap his strings around the bottom of Ink's shirt to keep it up and out of the way. He was ashamed for giving in so easily, and looked everywhere but his enemy's face. The creators face scrunched up in disgust, as he formed his magic. A bright rainbow glow formed in Ink's pelvis before forming into a member. Ink looked to the side, focusing on the wall, before giving in. 'You either form something, or I'll make you.' Error threatened, moving his hand across Ink's pelvis. 'Why should I?' He hissed, finding it hard to glare. They stared at one another before Ink spoke up. Ink muttered something inaudible, glancing back up at Error. A rainbow blush dusted his cheeks as he looked down at the sheets. 'Form something.' Error whispered, clanking his teeth against Inks. The destroyer rubbed around the creator's pelvis bone, only earning gasps and held back groans. Ink only pulled weakly at his restraints, having given up a while go. Finally reaching Ink's shorts, he yanked them down to reveal his pelvis.Д®rror growled in frustration, impatiently dipping his hand in Ink's pelvis bone. He trailed his hands down Ink's body, taking his time to memorize it. Error's body was fully on the bed now, trapping Ink's body under his. Error pulled back, satisfied by the response. A groan emitted from Ink as he was caught of guard. He smirked, before biting down on the spot quickly. The destroyer froze in place when he noticed Ink hold his breath. The painter was forced to bite his tongue to keep a gasp from escaping as one of the tongues brushed against a sensitive spot. Error carefully brushed his tongues along the bone, making sure to cover every inch of it. Error's hands had long since been removed and were now resting on either side of Ink's head. He clenched his eyes tighter and moved his head away, balling his hands into fists. Ink jumped when a group of tongues glided up his neck. The glitch took advantage of Ink's eyes being shut and leaned down so his mouth rubbed slightly against the artists collar bone. He rubbed his spine hoping to get any sort of reaction out of the smaller, but he remained tense and silent. Error's hands slowly traced the intricate patterns tattooed into his ribs. His body jerked and he tensed up when he felt hands wrap around his ribs. He shut his eyes tightly, not able to look at the other. Ink's breathing picked up, as he shuffled away from the others hands. He watched closely as Error's hand grazed over his ribs, gripping the bottom of the fabric and pulling up slightly. Ink flinched when Error's hand was laid gently on top of his rib cage. 'What do you want, Error?' The creator scoffed, struggling with the strings a bit. Ink looked back up at him, giving him an angry glance. 'Now that wasn't so difficult, was it?' Error asked, looking down at Ink's clothed ribs and smirking. A pleased smile appeared on Error's face, he put his arm back at his side. He sighed bones relaxing ever so slightly. I doubt he would get far with Error around. It was too far for him to reach, even if he did manage to get free. He snapped his head towards a dark corner where he could just barely make out a wooden handle sticking out of the shadows. He took the time to let his eyes wander around the room, searching for anything to help him. The artist stilled, bones tense and eyes wide. 'Stop fucking moving.' Error growled, glaring down at Ink. Error grunted in annoyance before shoving his hand down on Ink's chest to still him. Ink moved his limbs around trying to create some distance away from the glitch. Error leaned over the bed, hovering his face over Inks. 'Are you done yet?' Error questioned in a teasing tone, wandering over to the side of the bed. Frustrated he calmed his movements, his breath coming out in short gasps. He snapped his sockets open glancing down at the thin blue strands of yarn that tied him to the bed. He groggily opened his eyes, met with the feeling of something wound tightly around his body. Ink awoke to the sound of a portal opening.

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