[The rudest of slumbers. What's the point of that? Mettaton continues to assume that slipping into unconsciousness would rest him, at the very least.
He would have been irrationally insulted if he had he passed out in the middle of sex, for sure. Not that he wouldn't have also understood the concept of passing out against his will, but he's the type whose petty spite is easily earned. With a side of concern, but the concern's prevalent besides.
That streak of possessiveness continues, following the thread between finding ownership of each other's bodies to the mention of Emet-Selch's darkness, an attribute he knows to be thanks to the tempering of his soul. It's his soul, not his body this time, but it causes Mettaton to pull tighter regardless. And funny that, after their discussion of the day, he should find some mild dissatisfaction now with knowing that Zodiark has claim over his soul... What's gotten into him?
Though he does find amusement at the comparison between the dark quality of it that he knows to be there, and the fact that neither of them can actually see anything. He hums a note of it, pouring this possessiveness into scenting him by rubbing into the top of his head affectionately. Mettaton still doesn't realize that's what he's doing to his Bonded when stricken with want.
Before he can continue, he works on stilling the remaining energy in his body, trembling with a brief chill while he focuses on the pleasant, numb, and warm sensation that begins to take center stage. One of fulfillment and deep fondness.]
Appropriately dark, yes. Enough for me to grope blindly... until I found myself in the imposing, yet enticing, clutches of my Bonded.
[He smiles against his hair at his entirely accurate answer that manages to capture both meanings. He closes his eye and focuses on his senses, touch and beyond.]
If anything, I expected as much out of your being... Yet it still astonished me. Unfamiliar's a word for it, I'll give you that. But I don't know what about me is unexpected. I feel I've already touched upon the qualities of my soul... Although you've touched it more than I have, at this point. Haha.
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He would have been irrationally insulted if he had he passed out in the middle of sex, for sure. Not that he wouldn't have also understood the concept of passing out against his will, but he's the type whose petty spite is easily earned. With a side of concern, but the concern's prevalent besides.
That streak of possessiveness continues, following the thread between finding ownership of each other's bodies to the mention of Emet-Selch's darkness, an attribute he knows to be thanks to the tempering of his soul. It's his soul, not his body this time, but it causes Mettaton to pull tighter regardless. And funny that, after their discussion of the day, he should find some mild dissatisfaction now with knowing that Zodiark has claim over his soul... What's gotten into him?
Though he does find amusement at the comparison between the dark quality of it that he knows to be there, and the fact that neither of them can actually see anything. He hums a note of it, pouring this possessiveness into scenting him by rubbing into the top of his head affectionately. Mettaton still doesn't realize that's what he's doing to his Bonded when stricken with want.
Before he can continue, he works on stilling the remaining energy in his body, trembling with a brief chill while he focuses on the pleasant, numb, and warm sensation that begins to take center stage. One of fulfillment and deep fondness.]
Appropriately dark, yes. Enough for me to grope blindly... until I found myself in the imposing, yet enticing, clutches of my Bonded.
[He smiles against his hair at his entirely accurate answer that manages to capture both meanings. He closes his eye and focuses on his senses, touch and beyond.]
If anything, I expected as much out of your being... Yet it still astonished me. Unfamiliar's a word for it, I'll give you that. But I don't know what about me is unexpected. I feel I've already touched upon the qualities of my soul... Although you've touched it more than I have, at this point. Haha.