[The familiar smugness, the presumption on his wants gets a brief eyeroll even as he settles himself closer. It was certainly the more favorable sort of tension between them, each touch leaving him that little bit more alert, leaning in to breathe a kiss against his lover's jaw. Letting his free hand rest at Mettaton's hip, he's conscious of each degree of their embrace; the closeness they had, the closeness they had yet to attain, and the promise of it.
How quickly his focus itself was claimed remained a source of mild exasperation to him, how easily he takes to him with just a few touches, coupled with the sound of his voice. The claim through words; Emet-Selch hadn't though himself to be after much of anyone, but he couldn't deny the peculiar intensity Mettaton was able to provoke in him. That desire to match and overcome, and be overwhelmed at the same time- yes. He'd found something important without even realizing anything like it existed. His hold on Mettaton tightens for a few seconds, in some unconscious reassurance that it was real.
Humming quietly to himself, he can imagine that it would be quite hard for many monsters to do much of anything without a Bond- especially after going without one for as long a period as Mettaton had seemed to. And while, really, Bonding to any witch would've surely had the same effect, Emet-Selch is satisfied regardless that it's his magic alone supporting him and allowing this- which made Mettaton's abilities also his. And in a fonder sense: pleasure that even his passive existence was providing a benefit to him, letting him obtain the more organic form that he wanted.
...Or sort of obtain, because that certainly sounded as though something had not gone entirely to plan.]
Until?
[Fascination and attraction remained, even as he focuses in on that word over the others. The touch of his hand at his face firms slightly, as he leans back just enough to meet his eye again. Watching Mettaton glance away and then back, his own attention steady, even as he keeps his face close. Aware of the hand reaching the fastenings of his shirt. An awareness that keeps him from pressing forward too much, not wanting to get in the way of it, clearly desiring to feel his hands and his eyes on his body properly.]
Still, if an example is all that you require- that's something you hardly need to ask for, is it? I admit my curiosity... towards seeing how far your practice has taken you.
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How quickly his focus itself was claimed remained a source of mild exasperation to him, how easily he takes to him with just a few touches, coupled with the sound of his voice. The claim through words; Emet-Selch hadn't though himself to be after much of anyone, but he couldn't deny the peculiar intensity Mettaton was able to provoke in him. That desire to match and overcome, and be overwhelmed at the same time- yes. He'd found something important without even realizing anything like it existed. His hold on Mettaton tightens for a few seconds, in some unconscious reassurance that it was real.
Humming quietly to himself, he can imagine that it would be quite hard for many monsters to do much of anything without a Bond- especially after going without one for as long a period as Mettaton had seemed to. And while, really, Bonding to any witch would've surely had the same effect, Emet-Selch is satisfied regardless that it's his magic alone supporting him and allowing this- which made Mettaton's abilities also his. And in a fonder sense: pleasure that even his passive existence was providing a benefit to him, letting him obtain the more organic form that he wanted.
...Or sort of obtain, because that certainly sounded as though something had not gone entirely to plan.]
Until?
[Fascination and attraction remained, even as he focuses in on that word over the others. The touch of his hand at his face firms slightly, as he leans back just enough to meet his eye again. Watching Mettaton glance away and then back, his own attention steady, even as he keeps his face close. Aware of the hand reaching the fastenings of his shirt. An awareness that keeps him from pressing forward too much, not wanting to get in the way of it, clearly desiring to feel his hands and his eyes on his body properly.]
Still, if an example is all that you require- that's something you hardly need to ask for, is it? I admit my curiosity... towards seeing how far your practice has taken you.