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Mute Moon Stories:

1. Mute Moon [1] (WC: 4,435)

One shots:

1. 3 Minutes (WC: 414)
2. No plot just cuddles (WC: 1,385)

Porn without Plot:

1. My first love was an electric toothbrush (WC: 5,241)

Unfinished works:

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From the very first day they were instated as the Pizzaplex's new daycare attendants, Sun had despised Moon.

He couldn't say he "despised" Moon in the way of a true hatred for him, but moreso a distaste for his actions… and their countless consequences.

Sun just wished he were kinder, was all.

Moon was meant to be a bit scary. Built to look near identical to Sun's facemold, the only true changes made to him upon switching were his colors and behaviors. Moon's eyechips were a bright red, a remnant of his infrared sensors used to see in even the darkest black. His voice carried a rasp that made Sun's own sound like a helium infused chipmunk's in comparison.

But the way he moved? It was worse.

Sun felt like a vermin, seeing his own clothes so filthy by daylight. The sunny animatronic had quickly learned that Moon preferred a higher vantage point, and with this came the desire to crawl through as many slides, play structures and vents as he could feasibly access at one time. Furthermore, he was programmed to roam the building every hour, to keep their home free of intruders and vandalists.

However, his intimidating appearance and odd habits were not what upset Sun the most.

The truth was: even to the children, Moon was so very mean.

It was as if the animatronic had no filter at all. Moon did not use profanities, of course, but he did have a smart mouth: perfect for his role as "villain" in many of the shows hosted in the Faz Theater. However, this also meant that he developed a less than savory sense of humor that constantly involved torturing Sun.

The trickster enjoyed setting traps for Sun as soon as he fronted. Once, an entire bucket of glue was dumped onto Sun's head, near frying his sensitive wires and making it so that his handlers spent weeks attempting to clean his rays completely. It was, for lack of better words, a somewhat traumatizing experience for the usually happy-go-lucky babysitter, and the entire daycare was closed for a week afterwards.

Moon, however? He found it humorous. He enjoyed leaving notes, even. As if to taunt Sun after the lights returned.

'Sorry for your trouble, but my eyes are glued to you. - Moon'

On the paper was a crude drawing of Sun, with two different sized googly eyes pasted onto his face. A toothy grin connected by two lopsided circles as his cheeks seemed to be mocking him from the page. Sun hastily crumpled the note and threw it away, but not before tearing off the wobbling eyes and stuffing them into Moon's hat.

"Keep them to yourself, Moon."

On a separate occasion, Moon had taken it upon himself to rearrange Sun's perfectly stacked tower of plush prizes. He had spent years earning up enough tickets to exchange them all, and he took great pride in lining them up perfectly by order received.

That day, the toys designed in the image of the glamrocks had littered the ground; dirty, ruined. The only two that had been left on the shelf were the little smiling Sun and Moon plush toys.

"This is not funny, Moon," Sun grumbled as he began to clean up the toys, carefully dusting them off the best he could and stacking them all back where they belonged. At last, he made it a point to move Moon's plush prize back to the bottom shelf where it belonged.

It was exchanged last for a reason.

Despite it all, Sun had tried to make things work. If these acts had just extended to him, it may have been okay. Sun could tolerate a few more prank—granted they became less frequent—and was willing to try educating his other half through demonstration. This was a more than workable compromise between the two attendants.

However, Moon's antics started to affect the children, and that was when Sun had become resentful.

Two months after he had began his work to redirect Moon's destructive habits, Sun had thought the animatronic was finally starting to settle down. His prizes were clean, in order, and perfect. Just as he liked. He had now felt safe enough to stop jumping back every time he stepped through a door. Life was normal! Perhaps slightly more mundane, sure, but this was not at all a problem for Sun. He enjoyed the consistency of a worry-free existence.

So life went on. One sunny morning, Sun sat inside a circle of children, singing their favorite songs and playing "guess the animal." It was a fantastic day indeed, no little trouble makers to be seen! No Moon shenanigans as well? This must have been a dream come true.

But what made Sun happiest of all, was the small tug on his belt loop just after playtime had ended. Upon looking down, Sun locked eyes with a little girl he had been watching consistently for the week. Sheepishly, she handed over a carefully drawn picture of the two of them, holding hands while on top of a sunny hill.

Oh how he loved receiving such gifts! Sun thanked her generously, showing off his new artwork to the rest of the children before he placed it in his room with the rest of his special pictures. He took extra care to file it neatly into his room's storage chest, and closed his eyes happily. Today, he did not mind allowing Moon to take over. He was already pleased enough with what a fine day this was. Perhaps Moon would even receive a lovely picture himself.

This did indeed happen, but not in the way Sun had hoped.

-

Gradient golden and red rays sprung from the attendant's head as his cap descended into its place within his body. The moon's red eyes dulled until only gentle yellow orbs took their place, Sun's voice ringing through the empty daycare.

"Good morning!"

There was nobody in particular he was speaking to, but the habit tended to make him feel less alone whenever the daycare had emptied out. Plus, he now had so many lovely pictures to hang around the room and admire! A warmth radiated in his casing as he spun around happily to face his storage chest.

It was but a moment before his wiring had run ice cold.

The chest, the one he had so carefully stacked all his precious gifts inside, was slightly ajar. On its lock, black fingerprints smudged the golden paint of the latch.

It felt like hours before Sun could will himself to open the chest. And when he did, he swore his personality chip could have exploded then and there.

His fingers curled into fists around the flimsy sheet of printer paper as he shakily pulled it from the depths of the container. The violent shaking of his joints made the bells wrapping his wrists chime in tune with his motion.

His drawing; his wonderful gift… had been ruined.

The drawing was the same as before, in some ways. Sun was still there, and so was the little girl that was so fond of him. However, there were now new additions to the artwork that contrasted heavily to its initial charm.

The drawing had been hastily edited, and a new figure drawn entirely out of blue crayon stood beside them both, smiling. Alongside them now, holding Sun's other hand, was Moon.

The drawing even had a title now as well. Stuck onto the top of the page with a yellow "Superstar Daycare" sticky note:

'Friends'

-

"Lights on, lights on!" Sun would cry when naptime came around. The animatronic now had fits of mania and anxiety, mostly concerning the changeover from day to night.

He simply refused the transition most days, not allowing the staff to touch the light switch, and at his worst moments becoming aggressive to anyone who still tried. The staff would have to hold him down or completely shut off his power in order to reinstate Moon. Despite multiple soft resets and trips to Parts and Service, this behavior did not stop.

It had gotten worse now.

Sun would awaken in odd parts of the building come morning. Many times his body was damaged, littered in children's handprints and mud… from where, he wasn't sure. The thought of what his other half could be doing now when he was asleep, it terrified him to no end. The children had even started to cry or wet themselves at the sight of Sun. Tried as he could, he could not calm their newfound fear of him.

Amongst his usual drawings were doodles of a floppy eared rabbit drawn in blue crayon. Sun had no recollection of drawing them whatsoever. Nor did he know who this mysterious rabbit was. With its beading eyes and sinister smile, it could not be Bonnie. He tried to ask Moon; he wrote entire letters begging for answers. Begging him to explain what was going on while Sun slept.

Moon would not leave him notes anymore.

Something was wrong.

The last child Sun saw had betrayed him just the same. From the moment Gregory had flipped the switch to "Off," he had hoped that this was just another sick joke.

-

Eclipse felt like both itself and two others at once. One side of their brain was drowned in a purple haze, the other in a blinding, fearful yellow. All they could truly focus on was the bits of their code that were working properly, that weren't fighting for control.

Clean up. The kids will be here tomorrow.

-

Things weren't the same after Sun and Moon were separated.

When Sun had woken up, he had felt different. Not different like Eclipse, but like he himself was fundamentally changed.

Something was missing.

His eyes traced around the room, scanning his surroundings and trying to recall all the information his chip had neatly packed away while he slept. It was all a blur. All of the information was squeezed into a tightly knit web of fear and the struggle for control. The few flashes he could make out were horrific.

He had hoped it was all a bad dream.

A purple haze, Eclipse, the reset.

It came as a shock to his system, and with a fearful gasp he jumped up from the floor, scrambling now to gain his bearings.

"The lights! Don't let them turn -"

As Sun began to reach for the exit to his room, a fleshy hand extended to hold him back.

-

"We split you two up, okay? Do you understand, Sun?"

Sun nodded, slowly. His brain was muddled with anxiety and confusion, despite the engineer's best efforts to explain to him the situation.

"The dual personality was nice in theory, but too untuned to work properly. We think this will help though! Won't it be nice to have a friend after hours, Sun?"

An icy hot feeling coursed through Sun's core. The animatronic he fought tooth and nail to keep in check, to keep subdued by light as long as physically possible, was now allowed to run free in his own body.

"Where is he?"

"What?" The engineer's head cocked to the side, taken aback by the bot's lack of cheerful tone.

"Where is Moon?"

-

The two stared at each other for a long while: Moon from the top of the play structures, and Sun from his perch just above the ballpit.

They didn't necessarily need to interact in order to complete their work. So for a long while, they didn't. It was a silent agreement between the two to offer the other space.

Sun had done so more out of fear than politeness, however.

He couldn't trust Moon.

-

Sun had come to learn many new facts about his… counterpart.

A blueprint hung just above the doorway to their room. In white lettering, it showcased Moon's new and improved build. Alongside a highly detailed drawing of his inner wirings were descriptions of the newest features he had been given.

While Sun had been mostly refurbished, Moon was rebuilt from the ground up. His personality chip had been cleansed from whatever had hold of him before. This should have came as a great relief to Sun, and for a moment he even considered that Moon may have truly changed now.

But before he had allowed the news to fully sink in, another line of text caught his attention.

"Endless musical capabilities."

Alongside this new build, Moon was gifted a music box. Not only used calm himself when necessary, but to allow him to lull the children to sleep from any location.

The interesting part? This feature was to replace his voicebox entirely.

Was that not a bit… harsh? Sun could not imagine being unable to converse with his favorite children, nor to share when he was feeling down. A sense of pity came over him, and he was now very grateful that he did not have to share a body with the lunar animatronic. How lucky must he have been to have kept his privileges, to not have his communication stripped from him like that.

Sun tried to recall in that moment the last time he had seen someone talk fondly of Moon. Was there ever a time? It must be hard, not only being unable to talk, but to have not had any friends even when you could.

…Maybe it was too late. Moon may have no longer had an interest in being friends with him. Perhaps he no longer felt the need to communicate with Sun at all.

Regardless, Sun decided that he ought to try.

-

It was nighttime now. Sun usually would spend these hours holed up in their room, planning tea parties or catching up on his favorite cartoons.

But tonight, he stood on the ground floor, just beside the ballpit river. He looked out among the inky black, only cut through by the glittering of blue stars from the ceiling. His rays peaked out halfway from his head. It was a leftover response from before, back when a lack of light had told him it was time for a nap.

For a long while, he did not see Moon. Not even the two red dots of his eyes from atop the play structures. With a slowly drawn breath, Sun slumped over where he stood. Was this a pointless feat? Moon probably wanted to stay as far away from him as possible now. Sun's eyes fluttered open and closed, adjusting still to the darkness surrounding him, and he finally turned to leave. This was a ridiculous idea. He would go back to his room, and perhaps create an apology card to Moon instead. He would like that, right?

Sun's eyes rose to look at the perch above the ballpit, then traced down the wall towards the floor.

It was then that he caught a slight movement in the corner of his vision.

-

The figure was, as Sun had guessed, his counterpart. Moon crept into the utility closet, leaving a faint trail of nail marks against the wall, and clicked the door closed behind him.

Whether the movement was intentional or not, Sun could not be sure. Clearly, Moon had been there for quite some time. Had he been watching Sun? Waiting for him?

The thought sent chills down his spine.

Sun stood there for a few moments, just looking at the closed door. It was as if a powerful aura surrounded its wooden frame; an air of mystery, allurement, and hostility all at once. Should he go in? Was it safe to do so?

He turned his back to the door and looked across the play structures. Then, the clean floor he had up-kept so nicely. Last time he trusted a closed door, he caught a glob of glue in the face. The ring of Moon's laughter was fainter now in his mind, but its impact still lingered.

No, this wasn't worth it. He had too much to care for here…and this very well could have been another trip to Parts and Service if we wasn't careful.

Just as he began to step away from the ominous door, however, it creaked open ever so slightly.

-

It was darker inside without the glittering blue stars overhead. The air inside was stale, the vents having not worked for a good while. A nearly suffocating feeling began to envelope Sun, and for a moment his hand reached back for the doorknob.

He was pushed away—albeit not roughly—and against the wall.

Moon's faceplate illuminated the area just inches in front of him, the soft blue hue cascading to reveal both their faces and upper torsos. Sun felt a shiver go up his spine in response to the varying pressure onto his chest.

The glowing faceplate turned once left, then right, like a pendulum in motion. Moon's eyes darted across Sun's surprised expression, and then back towards his body, studying every newly upgraded feature and fabric clinging to his shell.

Sun could only yelp in surprise to this sudden action, soon shaking his head and beginning to spit questions the other.

"Moon, what are you doing in he-"

The red eyed animatronic held a single pointer finger up to his own mouth, shushing the other with just the single motion. His eyes fell half lidded, and Sun quieted himself down—partially because he cared for his other half's comfort, but mostly from his own fear of antagonizing the animatronic.

Moon looked Sun up and down slowly, precisely; like he was a newly cleaned statue being checked for any scuffs. At last he trailed his eyes down to Sun's right hand, picking it up slowly and gently pushing his own fingers through the gaps. A small test of boundaries, just to see how the other would react.

Sun, as talkative as he usually was, had no idea what to say to this display. Was this…affection? Another trick? Was Moon about to rip his hand from its wiring, to get back at him for the engineers stealing his voice away?

But in contrast to Sun's wildly anxious ideas, Moon did not make any aggressive motions. Instead, his gaze crept up to Sun's faceplate, and their eyes locked for a gentle moment.

Sun felt a sense of peace wash over him. He never truly got to look his partner in the eyes before, and despite the dim lighting they now found themselves in, it felt as though he could finally see the other animatronic clearly for the first time. His eyes, while still a soft red, were not nearly as intimidating now as Sun had initially found them to be. They shared a curious, yet nervous gaze that betrayed their stiff exteriors.

To Sun's surprise, Moon was the first to break the gaze. He leaned into Sun's chest, closing his eyes for only a beat, and listened to the gentle whir of his cooling fans.

Sun, despite his worried thoughts beginning to creep back up on him, did not allow himself to pull away from Moon's grasp.

He could not talk, so let him show. This was the only way they could communicate now.

The thought made Sun calmer, alongside the feeling of Moon's hand in his own. His grasp was warm, gentle: two traits he never considered the other to be capable of possessing.

Moon's free hand soon pressed against Sun's chest plate, and he stroked a thumb over the buttons protruding from the side. Another test. Another slight prod at their already melting boundaries.

Sun's posture softened at the touch—it was soothing. He could feel it now, that this was the moment he had been waiting for. The realization was enough to make a shaky breath escape from his voice box.

This was an apology. Breathless, but powerful all the same.

Sun thought deeply as the other took in the rise and fall of his breathing.

Moon wanted attention. His tricks, and messes, and notes: they were all desperate attempts for the other to notice his presence.

Showing was always… his love language.

Moon's eyes now fluttered closed. Sun could hear his slow breathing mechanism, wishing now more than ever that they had not removed his voice. What he would give to hear it now, to hear fully what the other wanted to tell him.

"Do you… just want a hug?" Sun's voice was the quietest it had ever been, as if speaking in too high a decibel would destroy this aura of calm they now shared.

Moon paused, opening his eyes again for only a moment, and nodded, gently releasing his grip on the other's palm.

Sun cautiously wrapped two arms around the bot's lower torso, pressing Moon's body in closer to his own. Sun could feel a minor vibration from Moon's chest, as if he were attempting to speak—but nothing came out. A quick expression flashed across Moon's face, but it receded just as quickly as it began, and he continued to cuddle into Sun's chest.

There was no use to be upset for something that was now lost. Instead, Moon chose to enjoy the moment how it was. He melted into Sun's embrace, a slight tremble making its way onto his silicone lips.

Sun traced a circle into the small of his back, now moving his face closer to be level with Moon's audio receptor.

"You can't really ask for these sort of things now, can you? I'm sorry about that, Moon. I truly am."

Moon pressed into the connective wiring just between Sun's palm and fingertips.

A gentle confirmation.

////

It had been a long while since the two had shared any tenderness. It was wonderful and pure, yes, but with this tenderness between two lonely animatronics came a heat that was undeniable.

Sun enjoyed seeing the near silent facial expression his partner made under him. Moon's back lay against the mattress, one arm under his head while the other held tightly onto Sun's own. Their clothes lay folded neatly onto the corner of the mattress, which gently bounced to the rhythm of their private activities.

Sun's hips thrusted at a steady pace into Moon's entrance. His lack of voicebox may have been frustrating, yes, but it also made for such a delightful display of facial expressions and body language instead.

Sun felt the tremor of Moon's hips when he hit just the right spots, the way his fans would kick into high gear when he touched that sensitive piece just above his entrance. He loved the desperation and affection mixed into Moon's eyes when their gazes met momentarily, just before the pleasure made him throw his head back yet again. The gentle crackle from his inactive voice box was a perfect confirmation to Sun that he was giving Moon what he wanted.

It was intoxicating.

Sun watched as Moon became more and more undone, his hips bucking so high into Sun's that his back was more often out of contact with the bed than in. His eyes rolled back in pleasure every so often, only reeled back in by a desperate attempt to regain his composure, to gain back control of his sensitive build. It was unlike him to allow someone else to have so much power over his senses. Sun, however, was an exception.

Sun could tell Moon was close, if not for the fact he was heating up greatly in his lower half, then by the way he urged Sun to go faster with his hips. Their hilts met in sync, and despite the pleasure now making his body quiver, Moon gripped tightly onto the sheets below him.

Sun traced a slow circle into his opposite palm. The usually calming gesture was only another stimulation that threatened to send Moon straight over the edge.

Sun positioned himself to lean over the other, grabbing onto both of his hands and pinning them beside his head on the mattress. They slid down, tightening around his bare wrists and pressing them deep into the plush sheets. Moon's mouth was a mix between a smile and pant, lust and desire filling those beautiful red eyes and drinking in the sight of Sun overtop of him. How he longed for someone to care so much.

He didn't need the words, not anymore. The look on his face told Sun all he needed to know.

"Don't stop," Moon could not speak directly, but Sun could make the words out from his brief lip movements.

"I won't," Sun leaned forward to press his lips against Moon's own. His thrusts quickened, edging on both of their releases. He could feel his own lower body heat up with Moon's, and the pleasurable waves in his system was becoming more than he could handle. Their hands locked together, now making metallic scrapes from the friction.

Moon in turn wrapped his legs around Sun's waist, urging him to continue on. It had taken him years, but he had what he wanted now. He wouldn't let Sun deprive him of the full experience.

Sun's thrusts became erratic as he felt his orgasm rock his body. Thick ropes of lubricant from Sun's appendage painted the inside of Moon's entrance with a translucent mix orange and white.

Moon's back arched to its peak, his whole body shaking aggressively with heightened pleasure as his lover released inside of him. His legs tightened quickly around Sun as he drank it all in, only leaving two thick strings of lubricant to fall from where they met and stain both of their thighs.

The two collapsed back onto the bed, riding out the residual waves of their orgasms. During the few quiet moments they waited to come down, their hands stayed interlocked, breathing now matched. Sun gazed at his lover below him, taking in for one last time those beautiful eyes. They matched in color and passion to a solar flare. A heat he couldn't resist.

"I love you, Moon." He whispered, leaving a gentle kiss on Moon's faceplate before he laid down to rest.

In response, Moon squeezed both of Sun's hands.

'I love you too.'

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The Daycare had received a television when they remodeled. It was old, and its screen did not fit what was broadcasted.

Furthermore, it was bolted to the top of the wall. Far out of reach for Sun, or anyone else for that matter.

And all day, every day, the television would replay the same recording made when it was installed.

The commercial break started when it always did, every afternoon at 2:45.

That man's voice would ring over the speaker. It sounded louder every time Sun and heard it. More grating. More mocking.

"Come on down to the MoonRocks Theater and Emporium!"

Sun used to feel excited for this one.

"Here you can meet all of your favorite out of this world friends, including: Lunar the-"

No longer did he feel anything for it.

"Ozone! Everybody's favorite rock-"

At least, that was what he tried to convince himself.

"Twinkle the tiny-"

Only one character still garnered his attention.

"And of course,"

How he wished that television would shatter. If he could shatter it himself, he would.

"-your new best birthday pal"

2:46.

"Moondrop!"

The camera panned to a freshly made animatronic.

Its round, smiling face was freckled with craters, alongside a dark blue blush painted perfectly across its cheeks. The children surrounded it as it stood on the stage.

It waved to the camera.

The children all smiled.

They hugged onto the animatronic like it was indeed their best friend in the world.

Moon seemed happy, too.

Sun used to try and reach out to him. It took a long while for him to get used to his own lack of movement.

"Birthday reservations are available 24/7! Call the number on your screen today!"

Sun watched as the group all gave their goodbyes. Their theme song echoed into silence, blending into the next cartoon.

2:47.

"Mom! I want a fortune from the sun!"

The girl had magnificent blue eyes that peered into Sun's own.

"Alright darling, but after this we need to go."

Sun wondered if one day they had looked into Moon's as well.

The sound of the girl sliding a quarter into the coin slot rattled his machinery to life.

His fingers swirled over a sunlit crystal ball. The speakers outside played a short tune.

After his performance, a small slip of paper spit out from the ticket slot, and the girl read it aloud to her mother.

"Sunny days are in your future!"

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Today was dental health day at the daycare!

Sun spent his time teaching his kids the wonders of keeping their teeth clean and healthy. Plus whatever else was printed on those papers his boss gave him.

At the end of the day, the children were gifted their very own Freddy Fazbear themed electric toothbrush, specially decorated with adorable stars and pizza slices. Sun thought nothing of it to take one for himself as well. Free toothbrush? Sure! He was an adult; those type of things were appreciated.

It was on his way home, however, that his work focused mind had started to wander somewhere more… personal.

An electric toothbrush. When was the last time he used something like that?

Sun remembered his teens days, long before he was ever out of the closet. Despite being a virgin, he had much more of a sex drive back then. He could still remember the nights when he would hole himself up in the bathroom, crank the shower head as loud as possible, and have at it with himself.

Of course, he would have never gotten away with getting an actual sex toy in his parents' home. So, like any other horny teenager would do, he got himself something seemingly innocent—a cheap, battery powered toothbrush.

God, did he love that toothbrush. It gave him some of the best orgasms in his life (though he'd never admit that to Moon.) Sun tried to shake the thoughts away, but that imagery just wouldn't leave his mind.

Click.

Sun's hands curled around the cold metal of the apartment door, shutting it as softly as possible in an attempt not to disturb their neighbors. Heaven knows, he did not want a repeat of last week… they still gave him dirty looks when he crossed the hall.

He dragged his suntanned fingers through his hair, sighing, "Long day… Moon?"

Sun's eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of his partner. No response.

Good, good. Moon was at his night shift already.

Sun smiled, a gentle flush creeping onto his face. His take home bag say crossed over his shoulder. Sun slung it back over, settling and unzipping it on the kitchen counter.

There it was.

The toothbrush was nestled haphazardly alongside his mess of papers, pens, and keys. Not quite how he liked it, but it was the result of being hurried out the door today. Hours had passed since closing time—Sun was held up by a set of parents wanting to leave their child overnight.

The whole afternoon was near agonizing. All he wanted to do was get home, crack open his bag and…

The warmth of his memories settled into an ache in his lower half, only sharpening as he focused his eyes on that yellow brush. Up until now, Sun had mostly lost his libido—at least until Moon riled him up.

Really, a toothbrush was what got him going? It was silly, but… the idea was becoming so tempting now.

Nobody would know anyways, right? He could even throw it away into the garbage behind the building had he felt it necessary. Nobody was here to bother him, and he wouldn't expect any company this late at night.

Sun tore open the brightly colored packaging, tossing the toothbrush around in his hand. It was small, and thicker at the base to make room for its battery. On its side, a star shaped button protruded, the small words "on/off" printed in white lettering.

Then, he clicked it on.

It was louder than Sun expected; in fact, he nearly dropped it immediately out of surprise. The vibration of the brush's head may as well have went straight down his lower half. A feeling that instantly melted away any second thoughts he had. 

Fuck it. Let's just do it.

The "door" to Sun's room was really just an orange curtain, hung loosely between the doorway and the hall. Originally, the room had served as an extra office space, but he and Moon had found it easier to transform it into a second sleeping arrangement. They had tried to share a bedroom before, but Sun didn't necessarily take well to Moon having to get ready for work at the dead of night.

Thank god for that now.

Sun steadied himself in front of his dresser mirror, holding up a white pillowcase. In a single swoop, he threw the pillowcase over the reflection. As if the mirror itself would come alive and reprimand him. It was silly, but he liked his privacy.

Now, it was time for the really personal part.

Sun's hands began to shake as he unbuckled the belt around his waist, sliding his work pants down and around his ankles. The chill of the air around his bare thighs earned a sharp breath.

Why was this so… scary? Sun had to remind himself again that he was alone; he was an adult with nobody to bother him. Shakily, he took a long, deep breath.

After some back and forth in his mind, he decided to keep his binder on, opting instead to only remove the over-shirt he wore. Undressing fully would have caused his nerves to skyrocket. (More than they already had, anyways.)

Then, he turned the plush toys sitting on his bed around.

...

No, still too audible.

Sun piled the plushies all into one big stack in his arms, shoving them straight into his wardrobe. Nobody was getting to witness what he was doing, not even his toys!

Having a bed to sit on was much more comfortable than that tiny bathroom.

Sun's legs shook as he spread himself atop the mattress. The pillows cushioned his tailbone, and his back sat pressed against the headboard of the bed. On its right side, the words "Sun + Moon" were painted inside of a heart.

Sun grazed his fingers over the words, then shut his eyes.

Click.

The brush's head sprang to life for the second time, buzzing against his hand.

Sun traced his thigh with the bristles. His legs threatened to turn to jelly right there, a gentle hum leaving his lips in response. It felt… strange, but nice. Almost as nice as his partner's loving fingers caressing him at night.

Sun's eyes shut. Oh, Moon… how he wished he had gotten to see him before he left. Maybe then Sun would not have to do something so lewd.

Before he realized it, Sun was already thoroughly soaked through his briefs. With his free hand, he slipped a finger under his waistband, pulling them down and off. His clit throbbed with every motion, desire only growing stronger.

Sun drew in another slow breath as he eased the flat end of the toothbrush head against his clit. The resulting shock of pleasure was enough to make him arch, immediately removing the head and closing his legs.

"Ooh my god…" He whispered to himself, eyes reopening suddenly. It was just as intense—if not more—than Sun remembered. Enough so that he was already wanting more.

His legs creeped back open, slowly; timidly. An additional spill of slick dripped down his thighs, warm and thick on his skin. Slightly more confident now, he settled his hips back into place, but positioned his body flat onto the mattress. At least if he were lying down, he could more easily press the head against himself without having to hold his arm up.

Sun's eyes darted towards the curtain, checking just once more before settling on the ceiling. Not looking would be easier, too—not as much visual stimuli to overwhelm him. He continued on, propping his wrist up against his right thigh. Once again, he pressed the buzzing brush head onto his clit.

God, it felt amazing. The vibrations, while low, were enough to send a wave of pleasurable sensation through his core. Sun's legs buckled against the brush's head. Full on shivering in arousal now, he pulled his folds apart, rubbing small circles into his clit.

"H-holy– Ohh my god… Oh my god-" Sun's voice was pitched, breathy. Already, his release was building. The flick of his wrist quickened, creating tighter circles to massage himself with.

His mind wandered, now filled with lustful thoughts alongside his budding orgasm.

Moon, his love. How he wished that he could kiss the other, now! They were simply perfection incarnate—especially in bed. Sun loved the way Moon could bring him to peak with only gentle touches. The way Moon would so easily turn him on.

"Moon," Sun whined, louder now, his head filling with the lewd images of his partner.

"What's wrong, love?"

The voice called just outside of the room, followed by a forceful yank at the curtain. Light spilled into the room—and directly onto Sun as well.

Sun's eyes flew open at the sudden noise. Instinctively, his body shot forward—now making eye contact with his unexpected lover, whom was standing wide-eyed in the entrance of the room. Immediately his face bloomed into a crimson red. The toothbrush fell from his hand, still vibrating against the soaked sheets.

The two stared at each other for a moment; then Sun squeaked, mind going into overdrive. Panicked, he swept up the toothbrush, turning it off and closing his legs all at once, as if doing so would somehow hide the truth.

His clit still throbbed, desperate—even the slight friction of his sheets made him shiver

"Moon! What are you doing home so early?!"

Moon just stared at first; their expression was near unreadable, minus the surprise of walking in on Sun. However, as soon as the realization of what he was up to crossed their mind, their own blush crept up their cheeks.

"I forgot my driver's license at home," Moon's eyes swallowed the other, voice gaining a sudden husk to it, "Holy shit, Sunny, I didn't know you were so loud when you were alone too."

Sun immediately bit down on his inner cheek, knuckles whitening around that godforsaken toothbrush. His voice cracked when he replied, "I-I am not loud! Why were you creeping in like that anyways? I didn't even hear the door!" He pouted, though it was less in true anger than in shame.

"You told me to be quiet when I came in because of the neighbors, remember?" Moon grinned, "I mean, apparently you don't—fuck, you're hot when you're embarrassed."

Sun's eyes flew down to the mattress, only glancing momentarily at the mess below him. He wasn't just embarrassed—he was mortified. Even more so that his lower half was still so warm.

"I'm glad you think getting walked in on is hot," Sun whined, eyes meeting with his lover's. Slowly, but surely, that feeling was subsiding. Now it was replaced with a hot desire. "Can you please stop standing in the doorway?"

Suddenly, he was met with the sound of his curtain jerking closed, the room now darkening without the hall's white glow. Moon stepped forward, unbuttoning their coat—a sound that made Sun's heart jump.

"For your information, this is new a turn on for me. Be proud of your discovery."

Moon snickered, climbing onto the bed and over the other. His hands pressed onto either side of Sun's head, while Sun instinctively laid back at the towering view of his partner. Sun's lips and teeth met, threatening to draw blood—ashamed as he was, he was still ungodly pent up.

"Don't you have a job to get back to, Moon? I really would like to get, ahem, finished here," Sun's voice lowered to a whisper, though his eyes never left Moon's own. He really did not want to spell it out for him.

Moon laughed at the admission, "I can see that, Sunny. You're so wet." His wrist was limp when he picked up the toothbrush, now partially stained with Sun's slick, "A toothbrush turned you on? That's kind of insane, babe."

The sight made Sun cringe.

"Maybe you wouldn't get it, but—Oh, I hate you!" Sun's head flew to the right, the blush on his face slowly clearing. Now he was thoroughly annoyed and horny.

Moon pressed a kiss against the bridge of Sun's nose, giving it a nip before pulling away.

"Don't be like that, my sundrop. I'll let you keep using the toothbrush. It can have you on the weekends, and I can have you Monday through Friday," A sharp grin spread over Moon's lips.

Sun's eyes widened. He dramatically turned his head back towards Moon, now looking properly offended.

"If you don't stop teasing me, I'm going to ban you from my room, Moon!"

Moon laughed at the threat, leaning down once again—not to kiss, but to bite down on Sun's collarbone in return. The annoyance quickly melted off of his face, and he began to moan at sudden contact of Moon's teeth on his skin.

Moon's voice gained a roughness to it, talking now against Sun's skin, "Don't be a brat, Sunny. What's your safe word?"

"I don't want one," Sun replied, defiantly. He had to admit it: he kind of liked when Moon got annoyed with him.

"Too bad. Pick one, or I'll make it something you really don't want to say."

Sun grumbled in response. He would have continued to argue, if not for the way Moon was now purposely dragging a hand just alongside his entrance. As usual, they knew just how they could rile him up.

Still, Sun wanted the last word.

"Okay, how about 'Moon's a big jerk and a perv?'"

Moon gave Sun a mischievous chuckle in return. "You know what? Sure, love. Try to say all that while I'm fucking you senseless—and if you even do so much as stutter, I'm going to make you start all over again."

Moon's threat made Sun's heart explode, simmering into a needy chill down his spine. He knew this was just filthy talk; Moon was just about the most respectful partner he had ever had (if not one of the mouthiest). Still, the thought of getting absolutely ruined while trying to choke out his own insult: that was hot.

God, how did he always allow Moon to twist things back on him?

Moon yanked at Sun's arm, now tired of waiting. It wasn't necessarily painful, but just rough enough to earn a small yelp out of Sun. He obediently followed Moon's guidance, shifting his weight so that he were on his side.

Moon pecked at his neck as they spooned him, soon snaking their free hand under his thigh. Sun felt the rough fabric of Moon's work jeans graze against his ass, and the warmth of his spilling slick oozing between his legs.

Moon settled his thigh over their own, ready to dig into him from behind. Sun was so ready, so, so ready!

Then, his eyes wandered to the toothbrush still sitting in Moon's hand. The one that almost made him cum in just a few seconds when he were alone.

"Wait!," He whimpered, earning a quick concerned look from his lover.

Moon's rough voice melted in a loving purr, "What's wrong, darling?"

"Nothing is wrong! I just…" Sun wiggled out of Moon's grip and back flat onto the bed. It earned a semi-disappointed sigh from Moon, but Sun was sure this would be more entertaining.

His arms snaked up and over his head, wrists crossing over each other into an X. Then, he spread his legs apart, a blush creeping back onto his cheeks. He couldn't believe he was asking this, but…

"If you're serious about still using that," Sun gestured with his eyes towards the toothbrush left in Moon's hand, "Could you tie me up tonight?"

The request seemed to surprise both of them. Jesus, he really was horny tonight. 

"Naughty naughty," Moon purred in response, "I kinda like you like this, Sunshine. Maybe I should come home early more often?"

"Maybe when we win the lottery. Then we could both quit our shitty jobs."

Moon snickered at Sun's words,"I'll let you know when I buy my ticket, love."

Wasting no time now, he set the toothbrush down and pulled at his belt. Once again, he leaned over Sun to wrap the belt around his wrists. It was loose; not unremovable, just enough to satisfy the other's needs.

Sun hummed in response, unable to stop himself from smiling wide. He could smell the residual smoke on Moon's breath now, too. If this were any other occasion, he would have immediately berated the other for that nasty habit. But now? It was ungodly arousing.

Moon leaned away, spending just a moment admiring his handiwork before he retrieved the toothbrush from beside him. His left hand crept over Sun's thigh, hovering just at his entrance before slowly pulling it apart.

"You're beautiful, Sunshine. Are you ready?"

Sun was already preemptively moaning when Moon positioned the toothbrush's flat end against his clit. A string of horny yeses poured desperately from his mouth.

It didn't last long. His excited moans shifted into a loud gasp just as the toothbrush buzzed to life against his clit. Moon gave his folds a gentle rub with his thumb, now pressing the brush harder and circling it slowly.

"Ooh my god-!" Sun cried, legs already beginning to shake. The textured end of the brush head, presumably designed to be a tongue scraper, had an insanely delightful texture that only added to the stimulation. It was good—too good—and nearly too much for the Sun's already heightened senses.

Sun's hips bucked, trying as he could to move away from the overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation. His wrists thrashed against the belt holding him hostage. Like he thought, he naturally resisted the touch.

"Come on now, I thought you said you didn't wanna be teased?" Moon yanked Sun's hips back down onto the bed, pressing the brush head more harshly onto his clit and circling faster.

Sun felt the vibrations taking over his lower half all too quickly, pleasure building into a tight knot in his stomach. Every extra textured circle Moon rubbed against his clit was another sharp push towards the edge. Another gasp caught in his throat.

"Fuck!" He cried, " You! Holy shit, Moon! I-"

All too soon, the relentless buzzing melted into a wave of ecstasy throughout Sun's entire body. His vision went black for a moment,  and his eyes near rolled back into his head.

Usually he'd have been through by now, or at least taken a breather in between orgasms. His body, now given the release it desired, told him the same.

Moon wasn't so impressed, though. That was too quick for him. Sun knew the look—and just what Moon liked to do when he wasn't yet satisfied with the other's reactions.

Sun watched helplessly as Moon continued to circle his clit, the  temporary wave of numbness now replaced with a striking heat.

"Moon, it's- h-hah—" A whine escaped Sun's throat, now throwing his head backwards, back raising off the bed and temporarily away from the vibrating brush head, "Hot! S-so hot…"

"I think it's hot too, love," Moon scoffed. They knew what Sun had meant, though they enjoyed seeing him come so undone (and to a toothbrush at that…). "Bet you wish you picked an easier safe word?"

"N-not ev—EN!" Sun cried out, again being hit with the endless vibrations against his clit. He jerked his hips back, finally relieving himself from the buzzing sensation.

Moon didn't feel like giving Sun the time to be bratty.

More roughly this time, he once again pushed Sun's thighs down and flat onto the bed. Though, he didn't immediately press the brush head back into him. Instead, with his right hand, Moon dipped the brush head down, covering it with Sun's slick.

"Don't…" Sun whimpered.

Moon only winked, sticking his tongue out playfully at his partner. With his left hand, he pulled Sun's hood apart, allowing more exposure to his most sensitive area. It was somewhat painful, even, but not at all unappreciated.

"Love you, Sunny," he teased, now pressing the lubricated head back onto Sun's clit, flicking his wrist so that it would slide faster over the spot. Sun let out another sharp moan; the lubricant had made the brush head slide over him much easier and much faster. It was incredibly overwhelming—he wasn't sure if he was going to cum again or simply pass out.

It's not like he could physically stop it now, either. Moon used their elbows to keep his legs apart, forcing him into the unbearable heat and vibration against his sensitive clit. The textured edges of the brush head stimulated him near perfectly.

Part of him almost tried to choke out his safe word—the real one that Moon had always known and used from the beginning of their sex life.

The urge quickly subsided when he felt another strong wave of pleasure force its way over his body. His legs thrashed under Moon's weight, hips bucking and back arching as much as it could.  The intensity of the second orgasm was enough to make him see stars.

Still, Moon did not stop. Sun didn't want him to, either.

Hot cum dripped from Sun's entrance. Moon really was milking him for as much as he could take. Even in this mind-numbing state, Sun still cried out his lover's name.

Sun's moans were like music to Moon's ears. They pulled their free hand away from around Sun's clit, now sliding their middle finger inside his entrance. It was enough to earn another buck from Sun, though the movement only served to push Moon's fingers deeper inside of him. Sun tightened around them, cunt blazing hot and throbbing.

Moon had some trouble keeping the other still now—but the mewls and whined pouring from Sun's throat were well worth the trouble. In fact, the motions were already churning out another strong wave of pleasure over Sun's body.

Overwhelmed tears began to spill down Sun's cheeks. He could not make words this time—just simply cried out, full body shivering at the mercy of his partner's touch.

That was enough of a sign for Moon. A 'click' sounded as he shut off the now sticky makeshift-vibrator, lazily tossing it to the side.

This time, they allowed Sun to ride out his orgasm semi-peacefully. Still, Sun squirmed against the restraints, half expecting the other to go back to town on him. By that point, though, Moon had decided that he had enough.

"Alright, love, I got you. You're okay," Moon purred into his lovers ear, leaning over to untie the restraints.

Moon knew Sun could have taken more—they had gone much, much longer before—but they really were going to be late for work. Plus, Sun was already plenty blissed out. Realizing now that the vibration was over, his body fell limp, chest rising and falling while he caught his breath. A content smile was plastered onto his face.

"You did such a good job, Sunshine. I'm sure the neighbors are gonna make another complaint, though," Moon laid a kiss against Sun's stomach before resting his head gently on top. Moon's body straitened, somewhat sore form all the leaning over, and wrapped his arms around Sun's waist.

Sun turned his upper body to curl his arms around his blankets, his tears already drying. "Let them, they're assholes anyways."

It took him a moment to catch his breath—and his mind—all while Moon waited patiently.

"Your turn?" He finally asked, though Moon could see that his eyes were already beginning to flutter shut.

"I dunno Sunshine, you look a bit tired."

"You can bang me while I'm asleep, can't you?"

"I guess I could…" Moon laughed against Sun's stomach, making the other flinch, "It's not as fun without you screaming though."

Sun's eyes cracked open, now swatting at Moon's face, "Go be horny at work then!"

Moon caught Sun's hand, giving him an extra kiss on his palm before laying it back against the blanket with a smirk, "Fine, go ahead and close your eyes, love. I doubt you're gonna fall asleep though."

Moon's erection pressed firmly against his boxers, jeans now sliding halfway down his legs from the lack of belt. Sun did look absolutely exhausted now—if not from his day at work, then by the mess Moon had made of him.

 Still, he insisted Moon go on.

Moon smiled softly in return. He already loved when Sun was happy, but what he really loved was when Sun was satisfied with his efforts.

Moon pressed their length against Sun's still open thighs. Sun mumbled something unintelligible under his breath, then lazily raised his head, blinking up at the other. Admittedly, his legs were getting pretty sore, but he figured Moon would not be too rough on him now.

"Don't try and get me off this time, though. I'm still sensitive," Sun murmured as his eyes shut back, face now nestling into the covers yet again.

Sun didn't need to tell Moon twice. They gave themselves a few gentle strokes, sighing sharply at the touch before positioning their cock against Sun's sticky entrance. It was still thoroughly soaked, and extremely warm to the touch.

Sun's breath hitched when Moon pushed inside. He could not help but moan quietly at the stretch of his entrance as he took it in. It felt wonderful, like he was in heaven.

If only he weren't so tired, then he would tell them that.

Moon bit down on his lower lip, a groan escaping his throat as Sun clamped around his length, "Fuck, Sun… I'm gonna make you cum like that every time from now on."

Sun felt a knot tighten inside of him at the sound of his partner's moans. Moon used to be so quiet when they had sex; only after Sun had asked if he was doing something wrong did Moon try to be more vocal. Just another small gesture that made him feel like the most special guy in the world.

Moon's hips rhythmically rolled into Sun's, going just a bit deeper with every thrust he took. Sun's back arched in response, taking in Moon's length with ease. Sometimes Sun missed the pinch from the first time they made love. He remembered just how loved he finally felt that day; Moon was continuously checking in to make sure he was comfortable.

That never really stopped, even as the sex became more frequent—and when they began to experiment. 

The two were finished talking now. Instead, Sun's room filled with the harmony of their joint moans and whines. Moon pulled themself forward to kiss at their lover's neck, Sun counteracting by pulling his legs around their waist.

Sun's eyes opened, met with the mesmerizing glow of Moon's, even in the darkened room.

Moon pushed forward, sharing a lazy yet passionate kiss with Sun. He even stopped his thrusting for a moment, just to enjoy the feeling before he continued.

Moon felt his release closing in, and in turn gently pulled Sun's legs from around his waist.

It was Sun's turn to touch, now.

Moon's cock was already well lubricated by Sun's own cum. Sun hastily wrapped his fingers around it, as if it was second nature, and began to pump him steadily.

Moon's head fell backwards, thoroughly enjoying the work Sun was putting in now.

"God, I love you, Sunny."

Moon's body shivered as his orgasm rocked his body, allowing warm ropes of cum to now cover Sun's own torso and thighs. Moon's eyes fluttered closed, gripping tightly around Sun's shoulders while he rode out his pleasure.

Sun giggled at the sight of him coming so undone. With a final teasing stroke across Moon's cock, he retracted his hand, now pulling it to his face and licking it clean.

"I love you too. Even though you're still a jerk and a perv."

Moon fell forward, pressing his head against Sun's chest. Sun's heart rate was still slowing from the intensity of their time spent together.

"A perv who still has to go to work. Fuck my life."

Moon didn't know how the hell Sun could muster up so much energy so quickly. Before they knew it, Sun was already up and changing out the blankets from his bed. They groaned, closing their eyes and debating whether this job was really worth it. They'd much rather spend the night curled up next to Sun.

On his second trip back from the laundry room, Sun pressed a kiss onto Moon's forehead. Seeing that the other was already nodding off, he dramatically cleared his throat before speaking.

"Don't you dare fall asleep!" Sun's hands pressed onto his hips, "You're getting up so I can change the sheets before you go."

Moon groaned in response, throwing Sun's pillow over his head.

Sun stifled back a laugh. How cute Moon was when he was tired out. "Are you sure you don't want me to call and tell them you're coming in late?"

"Nope," Moon replied flatly as they rolled out of bed. "It's the middle of the night. I'd rather speed than let them know I was late from fucking my boyfriend. "

Sun sighed, though a small smile made its way onto his lips.

"Well don't you know how to make a guy feel special."

 "If you don't feel special after I willingly got you off with a toothbrush, then I don't know what to tell you, Sun," Moon's gaze was fixated on his partner. He looked tired still, but Sun could see the way his eyes lit up when he stared back.

Sun was completely naked, hair sticking off of his forehead and partially tangled at the ears. Moon could even still see the shine of leftover cum lingering on his body.

"Maybe I should call out…"

Sun laughed, forming a playfully aggressive "no" signal with his arms—as if Moon were one of the toddlers. "Absolutely not. I want a bath and to go to sleep. Get up!"

Moon's eyes rolled, though he returned an equally playful smirk, "Fine, fine. I'll wake you up tomorrow, then."

He passed a wink, then a kiss, over to Sun.

Sun caught it in his hand, pressing it over his heart before turning back towards the laundry room.

"Have fun at work, love."

Chapter Text

For once, the daycare was almost completely silent. The two bouncy jesters that usually kept the place alive were not on the floor today. Instead, they were enjoying a peaceful moment inside of their room.

Moon was not the type of bot to be physical with others; it was a pleasure they only allowed themself to indulge in with Sun. Even then, it took him quite a while to get to that level of intimacy with them. He was polite about it, mostly—if Moon did not want, then Sun would not give. 

But… Well, he couldn't help it today.

The mattress that was settled on the floor creaked under the weight of the two. A soft plush blanket was wrapped over Moon's shoulders, their head pressing into a plush pillow just against the wall. Sun was laid on his stomach across their outstretched legs, his upper three sun rays now settled inside of his head while they pressed against Moon's torso.

The squeeze of Sun's grip around them was enough to make Moon's skin crawl… metaphorically, anyways.

Sun was relentless; he insisted upon cuddling tonight.  The heating and air was broken, as usual, and the daycare had been plunged into an arctic chill. It's not that it would be dangerous for them—they were animatronics of course—but Sun always cited how much he hated the cold. So, he caught Moon by the frills and dragged them straight to their room to help him warm up.

Moon grumbled against the almost-purring animatronic wrapped around them. Sun's eyes, while hollow, gleamed with appreciation. A consistent, gentle hum reverberated from his chest as he snuggled against his partner.

This wasn't totally non consensual at least… Moon had begrudgingly accepted Sun's touch in return for an extra hour of naptime during cleanup hours.

Now, they sort of wished that they asked for more.

Sun was quite touchy today. His fingers trailed over the small of Moon's back, rubbing gentle circles into their bare torso, and sometimes curling his fingers inside of their belt loops. Every now and then, he'd give them a loving "peck" on their faceplate, which was simply just Sun pressing his face against the other's and making a theatrical kiss sound effect with his voice.)

Moon reciprocated with a tender stroke against Sun's rays. Then, they laid their own "kiss" against his forehead—although Moon preferred to stay silent when they did so. 'Theatrics are for the stage only,' as they always said.

"You're hugging a bit tight, Sun," Moon finally admitted, now raising their arm to playfully push Sun's torso back, "I can't breathe."

"Whoopsies! Sorry, did you want to be on top instead?" Sun quickly raised from his position, grip loosening from around Moon's torso.

The pair's eyes met now. Moon's optics were mesmerizing to look into—in fact, it was always Sun's favorite part about them. He could stare into those eyes for hours, maybe even forever…

"Wait a minute, you don't even need to breathe!" Sun pulled away, head jerking to look between Moon's face and chest.

Moon could not help but cackle at this response. Their head flung backwards, faceplate spinning in a full circle. The blanket wrapped around their shoulders slipped way, leaving only their bare exterior.

As their giggling fit calmed, they raised into an upright position, now latching firmly onto Sun's shoulders. Their faceplate spun halfway and curled next to Sun's audio receptor, that lingering waver of laughter still woven into their voice.

"Oh yes, Sun, that would be preferable… You're a bit of a cruddy top, you know."

The tease was enough to make Sun reel back, gasping at the words leaving Moon's mouth.

"So dirty-minded! Filthy, filthy! You know exactly what I meant," Sun's voice was firm—but physically, he seemed to be shrinking, fingers tapping together in front of his chest. "And for your information, I could be a good top! If you ever listened to what I said, I'd probably be fantastic at it."

The words earned another sharp laugh from Moon, just as high pitched and sinister as usual. The vibration against Sun's audio receptor alone was enough to make him shiver, fans kicking into high gear as Moon pressed into him.

"Oh, I'm sure you would be, darling. Maybe one day I'll let you try." Moon did not give the words time to linger before he pushed the other once more.

Sun's back hit the mattress, its material easily allowing for him to sink down while Moon climbed on top of him. Their arms wrapped around his waist, giving him their own gentle tugs at his belt loops before they eased their faceplate against his chest. The silent bell attached to Moon's hat bounced against his shoulder when they settled.

Sun could not help but squeak at the sudden affection. He felt a heat rise to his face—even if they had been "together" for this long, he never really got used to the fact that Moon would actually reciprocate his touch. Especially that they would do so after being so rude.

Sun wanted to be mad, to scold the other for their mean spirited behavior—but his body betrayed him. He began to melt under the weight of Moon's body over him. As much as he hated to admit it, Moon knew just how to calm him down.

So he did, realizing that it would be smarter to use this to his own advantage. When else was he going to get this sort of chance?

"Can you pet my rays again?" Sun's request was somewhat bashful. For a long while, he would make it a point to tell everyone never to touch his rays. After Moon had done so anyways, the rest was history. Now, he craved the touch every day.

Moon gave him a gentle hum in response, reaching now to caress the bottom left ray behind Sun's faceplate, "But of course, my Sunshine. How polite you are for asking. It feels like yesterday you were afraid to even ask me to draw pictures with you."

And there it was. Stars, how he loved that touch.

"In all fairness, you were quite mean before. I thought you hated me for a while." Sun's voice dipped lower now. His old memories began to resurface, though he tried to push them down.

Sun's thoughts were interrupted by Moon rubbing a surprise circle into his sun ray. "Little naughty Sunny was so scared of the big mean Moon," Another piercing laugh rang through the room, "So silly of you."

Moon didn't exactly deny the sentiment… They always seemed to be reluctant to voice their true feelings about Sun. Part of him knew that they weren't as fond of him then as they were now, despite their insistence otherwise. Part of him wondered if this was another façade.

But their actions now offered him reassurance. Even if there was once a time that they did dislike Sun, Moon surely did not feel the same now.

Moon's faceplate returned to rubbing against Sun's chest, all while Sun curled his legs around their hips. He traced the exposed wiring behind Moon's head with his finger, sending a gentle shiver down their spine.

"Don't push it."

It was Sun's turn to giggle, now. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to fully enjoy Moon's embrace before they inevitably decided to slink away while he slept.

The clicking of their gears sounded like two heartbeats, gently thumping in unison against the still air.

"Hey Moon?" Sun's voice was softer now that his body was slipping into sleep mode.

"What is it, Sunshine?"

"I know we don't always get along, nor do we always understand each other… but I'm glad we're friends. Thank you for being here for me."

Moon did not respond immediately. Sun could hear how their processors became noisier as they thought over his words.

Then, their eyes closed, the crimson lights now fading into the dark room.

"I love you too, Sun."