[The fact that Mettaton doesn't have lungs makes it easier for him to kiss him over and over, slow and wanting, though the rub against his thigh causes him to falter in his affections with a stuttering gasp when it hits him with enough potency. He resumes all the same, though with intensity that begins to imitate Emet-Selch's breathing, erratic but still as amorous. Each time he meets his lips, it's for longer, and by the time the Ascian steals his lip up in his teeth, he gasps openly, using the hand against his back to press his chest closer yet to Emet-Selch's.
Without thinking, his hand slides from Emet-Selch's neck and down Mettaton's own body, following his own figure until he reaches his thigh. From there, he strokes a finger along the length of his cock and rubs a thumb firmly against the head, two gestures in tandem: both delicate, but thorough. The feeling of him has Mettaton leaning into another kiss with a dreamy, gratified sigh.]
Hades, I...
[There are a lot of ways to finish that sentence, but perhaps he needs to say none of them: the sentiment is strong enough to be felt through their Bond. The one that clouds his mind most is how much he wants him, pure and simple. Among it are sentiments about how much he surprises him, how comfortable he is, and this amorphous one he couldn't put into words in this particular moment. It's feeling cared for, caring for him, wanting the best for him, and wanting to share himself at his best. Love, really. Maybe he could put it into words after all, but he's so focused on being kissed silly and the opportunity for closer proximity.
The robot shifts his thigh against Emet-Selch, desirous. He gives Emet-Selch a flash of gold, passionate and candid in his craving for him.]
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Without thinking, his hand slides from Emet-Selch's neck and down Mettaton's own body, following his own figure until he reaches his thigh. From there, he strokes a finger along the length of his cock and rubs a thumb firmly against the head, two gestures in tandem: both delicate, but thorough. The feeling of him has Mettaton leaning into another kiss with a dreamy, gratified sigh.]
Hades, I...
[There are a lot of ways to finish that sentence, but perhaps he needs to say none of them: the sentiment is strong enough to be felt through their Bond. The one that clouds his mind most is how much he wants him, pure and simple. Among it are sentiments about how much he surprises him, how comfortable he is, and this amorphous one he couldn't put into words in this particular moment. It's feeling cared for, caring for him, wanting the best for him, and wanting to share himself at his best. Love, really. Maybe he could put it into words after all, but he's so focused on being kissed silly and the opportunity for closer proximity.
The robot shifts his thigh against Emet-Selch, desirous. He gives Emet-Selch a flash of gold, passionate and candid in his craving for him.]