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>Don’t ruin this," Vessel whispers gently, yet the edge of threat is clear. "It’s our time, Kris. Toriel’s passed out, anyway, Wine Wednesday, remember?
>Kris feels sick at the suggestion, yet Vessel tenderly guides Kris’s trembling hands, gently removing his striped shirt, revealing skin tingling from the ghostly, intimate touch.
>"What is it with humans and striped shirts?" Vessel jokes, attempting a lighter tone, but Kris’s silence remains defiantly hostile.
>Vessel’s playful expression slips momentarily, replaced by surprising melancholy. Large, dark eyes glisten with tears—unexpectedly soft, heartbreakingly vulnerable.
>Kris scoffs, bitterly disbelieving this sudden sensitivity.
>"You hate me," Vessel sighs, sounding genuinely hurt for a fleeting moment. But the sadness vanishes swiftly, replaced by renewed, fierce determination.
>Before Kris can react, Vessel closes the distance, pressing Kris firmly into his bed, pinning him against the headboard with surprising strength.
>Kris squirms helplessly, trapped beneath the ghostly boy’s ethereal grasp.
>Their mouths connect, Vessel’s kiss soft yet dominating, unyielding in its intensity.
>Kris struggles, trying to push away the invasive tenderness, but Vessel remains relentless, deepening the kiss, stealing Kris’s breath and dignity.
>He feels warmth mingled with cold, vulnerability mixed with violation.
> Kris’s resistance falters, overwhelmed by shame, his half-lidded eyes wet with humiliation.
>Pulling away slightly, Vessel’s smug, teasing smile returns, enjoying Kris’s flushed, vulnerable expression.
>A thin string of saliva briefly connects their lips—a humiliating testament to Kris’s helplessness.
>"I hate you," Kris whispers weakly, voice filled with defiance.
>Vessel’s expression hardens, eyes igniting with obsessive intensity, glowing red hearts appearing within their voidlike depths.
>"Then I’ll make you LOVE me,"
>https://files.catbox.moe/1ldv5t.png
>Don’t ruin this," Vessel whispers gently, yet the edge of threat is clear. "It’s our time, Kris. Toriel’s passed out, anyway, Wine Wednesday, remember?
>Kris feels sick at the suggestion, yet Vessel tenderly guides Kris’s trembling hands, gently removing his striped shirt, revealing skin tingling from the ghostly, intimate touch.
>"What is it with humans and striped shirts?" Vessel jokes, attempting a lighter tone, but Kris’s silence remains defiantly hostile.
>Vessel’s playful expression slips momentarily, replaced by surprising melancholy. Large, dark eyes glisten with tears—unexpectedly soft, heartbreakingly vulnerable.
>Kris scoffs, bitterly disbelieving this sudden sensitivity.
>"You hate me," Vessel sighs, sounding genuinely hurt for a fleeting moment. But the sadness vanishes swiftly, replaced by renewed, fierce determination.
>Before Kris can react, Vessel closes the distance, pressing Kris firmly into his bed, pinning him against the headboard with surprising strength.
>Kris squirms helplessly, trapped beneath the ghostly boy’s ethereal grasp.
>Their mouths connect, Vessel’s kiss soft yet dominating, unyielding in its intensity.
>Kris struggles, trying to push away the invasive tenderness, but Vessel remains relentless, deepening the kiss, stealing Kris’s breath and dignity.
>He feels warmth mingled with cold, vulnerability mixed with violation.
> Kris’s resistance falters, overwhelmed by shame, his half-lidded eyes wet with humiliation.
>Pulling away slightly, Vessel’s smug, teasing smile returns, enjoying Kris’s flushed, vulnerable expression.
>A thin string of saliva briefly connects their lips—a humiliating testament to Kris’s helplessness.
>"I hate you," Kris whispers weakly, voice filled with defiance.
>Vessel’s expression hardens, eyes igniting with obsessive intensity, glowing red hearts appearing within their voidlike depths.
>"Then I’ll make you LOVE me,"
>https://files.catbox.moe/1ldv5t.png
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