[[two tags ago: "As much as like you very much awake" was supposed to be not that hot mess. "As much as it takes for you to feel very awake." no clue what happened, wild]
He relies on biting his lip to hold back from making too much noise at once at the way Emet-Selch fixates on his neck, kissing him deeply and sucking at the skin over his throat, riding still on the surprise making each sensation feel like sparks. He can't hold it all back, and it comes out in the form of a voiced breath, a smooth, held note that trails off. It's in part responsive to the kiss, but also the sensation of Emet-Selch's cock going from attentive to hard, fully aroused and pushed against his thigh. He feels him so distinctly, dizzying, with the way his body's placed great focus on developing his legs, all but temperature detectable. He can hardly resist reaching down to touch him already, fantasizing about all of the ways he'd have the Ascian next. Once more, some are possible; he swallows at the prospects. Some aren't, as he is.
He pulls his fracturing composure together, but not with any care to seem as though he's unaffected. His smile's a genuine part of it.]
Ah... I. I'll keep that in mind... For the future.
[He shifts again, his body hot internally. It's nothing uncomfortable, barely detectable in actual temperature, but he usually has a sense for it based on how he wants to move. It surprises him to feel his Bonded break away from his neck, almost leaving him disappointed... But not for long enough for it to be anything but a passing look of confusion, ears bouncing up to alert. He studies the Ascian carefully, noting such raw emotion that looks like much of what he's felt from him before in gesture. He's soft, but intent all the same.
It tracks. The gentle expression and hitched breath, the touch of his lips against his face... Mettaton feels his heart swell in his fondness for the other man, and he swallows around it. Such direct attention all for him wins him over, but the way he treats him makes his heart melt. His hand moves down being entangled in his hair to resting against the nape of his neck, the other still rubbing slowly along his upper back. He cherishes it, closes his eye and traces his fingers over his back.
When Emet-Selch drifts close enough, Mettaton interrupts him with a surprise kiss to his lips, firm yet sweet, affected by Emet-Selch's mood as he is. He feels... loved. Loved in a way that isn't simply fancying, but something heavier than that. He slackens at Emet-Selch's side, resting his arm against his neck as he tries to kiss him once more, anywhere he can take him: his cheek, his jaw, his lips.]
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He relies on biting his lip to hold back from making too much noise at once at the way Emet-Selch fixates on his neck, kissing him deeply and sucking at the skin over his throat, riding still on the surprise making each sensation feel like sparks. He can't hold it all back, and it comes out in the form of a voiced breath, a smooth, held note that trails off. It's in part responsive to the kiss, but also the sensation of Emet-Selch's cock going from attentive to hard, fully aroused and pushed against his thigh. He feels him so distinctly, dizzying, with the way his body's placed great focus on developing his legs, all but temperature detectable. He can hardly resist reaching down to touch him already, fantasizing about all of the ways he'd have the Ascian next. Once more, some are possible; he swallows at the prospects. Some aren't, as he is.
He pulls his fracturing composure together, but not with any care to seem as though he's unaffected. His smile's a genuine part of it.]
Ah... I. I'll keep that in mind... For the future.
[He shifts again, his body hot internally. It's nothing uncomfortable, barely detectable in actual temperature, but he usually has a sense for it based on how he wants to move. It surprises him to feel his Bonded break away from his neck, almost leaving him disappointed... But not for long enough for it to be anything but a passing look of confusion, ears bouncing up to alert. He studies the Ascian carefully, noting such raw emotion that looks like much of what he's felt from him before in gesture. He's soft, but intent all the same.
It tracks. The gentle expression and hitched breath, the touch of his lips against his face... Mettaton feels his heart swell in his fondness for the other man, and he swallows around it. Such direct attention all for him wins him over, but the way he treats him makes his heart melt. His hand moves down being entangled in his hair to resting against the nape of his neck, the other still rubbing slowly along his upper back. He cherishes it, closes his eye and traces his fingers over his back.
When Emet-Selch drifts close enough, Mettaton interrupts him with a surprise kiss to his lips, firm yet sweet, affected by Emet-Selch's mood as he is. He feels... loved. Loved in a way that isn't simply fancying, but something heavier than that. He slackens at Emet-Selch's side, resting his arm against his neck as he tries to kiss him once more, anywhere he can take him: his cheek, his jaw, his lips.]