[He has to admit that listening to Emet-Selch's quality of voice is terribly attractive, and he can close his eye to that as he speaks against his throat. He processes it well enough, the thought that he's not only slipping into unconsciousness with more unpredictable frequency, but that he's also growing difficult to rouse... And it's not good news. Previously bent forward with interest in the tone of his voice, his broad ears flatten with his disturbance.

The kiss against his throat and the way he speaks against him is another texture for him to enjoy, which he does thoroughly, a soft, pleasured hum sounding at the contact of his kiss and continuing on as he speaks. He could be both concerned and enticed, which he is satisfied in——

Before he presses his growing arousal anew into Mettaton's body. He jolts at the contact, recoiling for scarcely a second before he finds himself pressing into him with desperation, choking on an unexpected moan. That easily, a switch has been flipped within him, his craving dialed up, his expression wide-eyed and eager.]

Hades—!

[His lips are parted and he trembles into the feeling of Emet-Selch's continued attention paid to his throat, quivering. He thrills in being shocked; he breathes out a softer, breathier sigh of his desire through a smile.

It wasn't his intention to help him sleep right now, but... Emet-Selch has a point about him.]

Wh... What can I say? Putting people to sleep... Isn't my strong suit. Quite... Quite the opposite, actually.

[He shifts his body against Emet-Selch's erection, unable to stay still.]