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Sun giggles at the sound of hollow plastic balls rustling underneath them.
“Shuddup” Monty grumbles, continuing to fail to regain his balance in the loose ‘surface’ beneath them.
“That’s not very nice nice nice~” Sun teases with an exaggerated pout. “Come ooon~” they drawl, “Roll with it, rock star~” Sun pulls him down further into the ball pit on top of themself, fingers brushing against the back of his neck to run delicately against a few lightly exposed wires.
Monty gasps at the sensation and lets himself go limp on top of the other. He releases a low growl at the wiggling he can feel between their joint hips.
“There you go, good boy, good boy, good, good boy~”
Monty’s eyes roll back as Sun runs their fingers through his mohawk, purring roughly against their chest. He tilts his head to nuzzle under their neck ruffles, taking in the scent of craft supplies and sugary artificial lemon, a design choice that also shifts between sun and moon to make them more ‘approachable’ as well as scented to market their respective candies.
Sun curls a leg behind his lower back, subtly pulling them closer together still, “Our sweet, shining, rockstar~” They lean over to press their face in every spot they can reach, the best semblance of kisses they can manage with their permanent unmoving grin.
Monty lets his hands rub up and down his partner’s torso as he continues to nuzzle their collar, feeling an instinctual desperation to mingle their scents and mark his claim.
He opens up his mouth to run wet kisses across their chest and neck. Encouraged by the jingling giggles the action receives, he continues, getting more intense as their bodies move so subtly yet so pleasurably against each other. He loses himself to the sensations and the joy of being lost in their arms- until he’s broken out of his trance by Sun’s gasp and the taste of mechanical oil.
Monty abruptly sits up and brings a hand to his mouth, the motion clumsy and noisy in their haphazard surroundings.
He glances down at the inky oil blotted on his hand before quickly tracing it back to the source- Sun’s shoulder.
“Oh shit- oh no, I’m so, so, sorry Sunshine, are you-”
He’s cut off from his fussing when he finally makes eye contact with his lover. Sun’s eyes are dazed and their cheeks are impossibly flushed with one hand hastily thrown over their mouth as if it would mute the sound they had just made.
And that’s when Monty’s scrambled brain finally processes it. The gasp he’d heard. It wasn’t just a gasp. He’s not given too much time to contemplate it however, before Sun reverses their roles and tackles him back into the ballpit.