[All while Emet-Selch's made to move into place, Mettaton feels as if he's lost the breath he doesn't have, and he sighs, ridiculous. He remembers what he thought of him on Valentine's, wondering just how he got around to thinking he was any bit worth his attraction, but right now he finds him terribly so. (Not as hot as Mettaton, but could anything rival him??) Everything he'd done to him so far only enhances the look, and Emet-Selch will find him watching him fondly with his own hand pressed to his cheek and a smile, eyes half-lidded in his wooziness. There's no way to doubt how he feels: it's conveyed loud and clear by way of Bond, his unchecked attraction for his form and his pride in what he's done to him, from his neck to his cock.
As he advances, Mettaton allows for Emet-Selch's hand to take the place of his own once he takes him into a kiss, and Mettaton hums into it with his eye closing. He leans in, appreciates his need and his intensity, placing hands upon the back of the Ascian's neck, if just for the duration of this short kiss made unintentionally passionate. Upon pulling away, Mettaton wobbles in place just a bit with a smile, smitten.
But then he has Emet-Selch prostrate before him, yet another delightful view, and it's at least an opportunity to run the back of his hand against the corner of his lip to recover from any time he ended up drooling because he fancied something too hard. He'll want to see him again, to compare that mental image he has of Hades collected compared to when Hades loses himself to pleasure, but this is an undeniable teaser. Mettaton's quick to leverage his body above Emet-Selch's, hungry for more.]
Yes, Hades-darling. How could it be anything else—
[... Even over something like this, why did he have to say that? Mettaton visibly grows both more alert and more dazed, his ears standing to full attention as he realizes what sort of mistake he's made. A Puca... cannot defy a promise. Even a sexy promise with vague terms. He'll have more of him, and Emet-Selch should get more of him in turn? Whatever that means, he'll have to see it to its satisfactory conclusion at any cost. If it's not good enough, he'll have to do him again, until it is.
He wonders if Emet-Selch knows this about him, and he narrows his eye suspiciously, one ear in a usual state of neutral pleasantness as the other one folds back in irritation. His voice is a playful warning.]
Are you toying with me, gorgeous? Bringing promises into the bedroom... I have to admit. It's awfully clever, if you want to secure a state of being absolutely ravished by me...
[And, reciprocated. Being so easily spoken once again is bound to be lost to him from the very moment he presses his body into his Bonded's. He needs to be making contact with him now, desperately.
The Puca first leans down to kiss his neck before pressing his chest to the Ascian's. Their hips follow suit, and he makes a show of attention as he adjusts the positioning his body relative to Emet-Selch's arousal while he shifts around on top of him. He settles once he can barely feel him curved against his body, which he notes with a sigh, and he closes his thighs just enough to hardly touch him. Mettaton shivers with delight before taking stock of how Emet-Selch's doing, with his weight to his anticipation.]
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As he advances, Mettaton allows for Emet-Selch's hand to take the place of his own once he takes him into a kiss, and Mettaton hums into it with his eye closing. He leans in, appreciates his need and his intensity, placing hands upon the back of the Ascian's neck, if just for the duration of this short kiss made unintentionally passionate. Upon pulling away, Mettaton wobbles in place just a bit with a smile, smitten.
But then he has Emet-Selch prostrate before him, yet another delightful view, and it's at least an opportunity to run the back of his hand against the corner of his lip to recover from any time he ended up drooling because he fancied something too hard. He'll want to see him again, to compare that mental image he has of Hades collected compared to when Hades loses himself to pleasure, but this is an undeniable teaser. Mettaton's quick to leverage his body above Emet-Selch's, hungry for more.]
Yes, Hades-darling. How could it be anything else—
[... Even over something like this, why did he have to say that? Mettaton visibly grows both more alert and more dazed, his ears standing to full attention as he realizes what sort of mistake he's made. A Puca... cannot defy a promise. Even a sexy promise with vague terms. He'll have more of him, and Emet-Selch should get more of him in turn? Whatever that means, he'll have to see it to its satisfactory conclusion at any cost. If it's not good enough, he'll have to do him again, until it is.
He wonders if Emet-Selch knows this about him, and he narrows his eye suspiciously, one ear in a usual state of neutral pleasantness as the other one folds back in irritation. His voice is a playful warning.]
Are you toying with me, gorgeous? Bringing promises into the bedroom... I have to admit. It's awfully clever, if you want to secure a state of being absolutely ravished by me...
[And, reciprocated. Being so easily spoken once again is bound to be lost to him from the very moment he presses his body into his Bonded's. He needs to be making contact with him now, desperately.
The Puca first leans down to kiss his neck before pressing his chest to the Ascian's. Their hips follow suit, and he makes a show of attention as he adjusts the positioning his body relative to Emet-Selch's arousal while he shifts around on top of him. He settles once he can barely feel him curved against his body, which he notes with a sigh, and he closes his thighs just enough to hardly touch him. Mettaton shivers with delight before taking stock of how Emet-Selch's doing, with his weight to his anticipation.]