Outer Sans

Outer couldn’t believe that he’d finally asked you out. He’d been trying to for months, but every time he tried he either chickened out, or something popped up that drew the attention away from him. His whole face was blue from how hard he was blushing. Outer was trying to focus on naming the different constellations, which shouldn’t be hard! He’s lived here and studied these stars for his whole life.

But Outer couldn’t focus. He swallowed thickly as you leaned against him more, your arm outstretched to point at another star formation as you shouted out the name of it. He found it endearing. So much so that he was forgetting the names of the constellations he’d claimed to be an expert on. It was cute to see you tease him for being so blue, and for knowing more about stars than outer did.

Eventually They’d ended up laid on the blanket together. Outer had his arms wrapped around your waist, his laptop set up because you said you wanted to watch a movie together. Outer had reached into one of his “shortcuts” and gotten two pillows and another blanket so the two of you wouldn’t be uncomfortable.

Outers face felt hot. He’d felt hot the whole night, but he didn’t want to ruin the fun that you were having. It’s just that his body acts up each time you shift to get comfortable- he really hopes that nothing forms. He’d definitely be hard -or wet- if it did. He made a little sound the next time you shimmied back against him to get cozy.

“Outer, Are you okay?”

you’d asked. Outer had taken a moment to respond, hot blue magic coalescing in his pelvic inlet.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine!”

Outer said, just as his body snapped into place. Aroused, just like he’d thought.