[His hands stall mid-back. Ever the bearer of bad news, Emet-Selch is.
It isn't as though Mettaton hadn't already known. He's had his fair share of conversations with Mirrorbound who refuse outright to foster meaningful connections, so on their guard that they can't stomach the pain of loss in exchange for the formation of memory. And Mettaton didn't have any reason to anticipate pain, not really.
This thought makes him feel that, somewhat. It's a rush, heavy and light both at once. The heaviness is beyond him, something that permeates his mood; light, because of the thought that something could make him feel such potency that it dizzies him. He can feel Emet-Selch's fingertips gripping into him, and it only serves to intensify the feeling.
The intensity must be contagious, if he weren't feeling it for himself to begin with. Being in Emet-Selch's presence does that to him.]
Yes... It is. ...Good thing we're living it, at present. I want to relish it.
[He moves up and places another kiss to his neck, both firm yet gentle.]
... And I'm willing to give a piece of myself to this. ...You'll let me take from you in turn, I hope. I want to have you.
[One of his hands remains against Emet-Selch's spine, pressing with more urgency there, while the other moves forward to grace against his chest. Mettaton pulls from his neck, body still otherwise flush to his Bonded's as he stares down upon him with an easygoing smile.]
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It isn't as though Mettaton hadn't already known. He's had his fair share of conversations with Mirrorbound who refuse outright to foster meaningful connections, so on their guard that they can't stomach the pain of loss in exchange for the formation of memory. And Mettaton didn't have any reason to anticipate pain, not really.
This thought makes him feel that, somewhat. It's a rush, heavy and light both at once. The heaviness is beyond him, something that permeates his mood; light, because of the thought that something could make him feel such potency that it dizzies him. He can feel Emet-Selch's fingertips gripping into him, and it only serves to intensify the feeling.
The intensity must be contagious, if he weren't feeling it for himself to begin with. Being in Emet-Selch's presence does that to him.]
Yes... It is. ...Good thing we're living it, at present. I want to relish it.
[He moves up and places another kiss to his neck, both firm yet gentle.]
... And I'm willing to give a piece of myself to this. ...You'll let me take from you in turn, I hope. I want to have you.
[One of his hands remains against Emet-Selch's spine, pressing with more urgency there, while the other moves forward to grace against his chest. Mettaton pulls from his neck, body still otherwise flush to his Bonded's as he stares down upon him with an easygoing smile.]