[All of the impending intensity he knew lurked beneath the surface of that demand crashes upon his own heart, just as he expected it would. He wasn't sure what manner of depth he was feeding, but it feels as if he's chanced upon a deepness unknown and unprecedented. But it's as he says: it's the whole of him. The whole of him exposed, a step further in meeting in the center, where even their Bond couldn't communicate anything further for them. It's the whole of him, his entire essence, and Mettaton easily gives himself over to that. His soul belongs to him, with every emotion and inclination.
And there's an eagerness to the star's manner, even in regard to these terrifying new depths of his Bonded's vulnerability. Mettaton closes his eyes and indulges in that kiss, a firm yet fragile thing, gladly letting Emet-Selch keep his head close to his lips. Mettaton kisses in patterns, finding his own breathing is too shallow for him to kiss him until he suffocates.
The way he presses his lips to Emet-Selch's, however, is with a manner of reassurance. He feels it all: a pain, but a comfort found. His Bonded usually feels in such duality, and he wants nothing more but to maximize that feeling of comfort. He reciprocates that nuzzle with an ascending hum, warm and filling ever more with love and affection as he probes the new dimension of their feelings for one another — feelings already there, but laid out more openly. He sighs, smitten and dreamy.
He feels like he's on fire with how hot his body burns. He shifts, squirms, restless and wanting, even as he sighs into soft, fleeting kisses that begin to drift to other parts of Emet-Selch's face in his love for him. He moves enough for his arm to frame the side of the Ascian's head, sliding fingers through locks of hair as he kisses along Emet-Selch's temple and drifts to his hairline. More attempts to reassure and comfort when he feels hurt through their connection, and an attempt to take his lover's soul with his own. Stability and a brimming presence are what Mettaton offers in this moment, his fingers tangling firm in his hair.
Drifting back to his lips, Mettaton plants a kiss there with a smile.]
I love... you.
[His voice is syrupy, slurred and hot. Without meaning to, his hips rock gently as he covets more and more, even as he focuses on his Bonded's well-being over all else. It causes him to take a shaky breath, a soft, slight moan escaping from his lips at his slipping control.]
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And there's an eagerness to the star's manner, even in regard to these terrifying new depths of his Bonded's vulnerability. Mettaton closes his eyes and indulges in that kiss, a firm yet fragile thing, gladly letting Emet-Selch keep his head close to his lips. Mettaton kisses in patterns, finding his own breathing is too shallow for him to kiss him until he suffocates.
The way he presses his lips to Emet-Selch's, however, is with a manner of reassurance. He feels it all: a pain, but a comfort found. His Bonded usually feels in such duality, and he wants nothing more but to maximize that feeling of comfort. He reciprocates that nuzzle with an ascending hum, warm and filling ever more with love and affection as he probes the new dimension of their feelings for one another — feelings already there, but laid out more openly. He sighs, smitten and dreamy.
He feels like he's on fire with how hot his body burns. He shifts, squirms, restless and wanting, even as he sighs into soft, fleeting kisses that begin to drift to other parts of Emet-Selch's face in his love for him. He moves enough for his arm to frame the side of the Ascian's head, sliding fingers through locks of hair as he kisses along Emet-Selch's temple and drifts to his hairline. More attempts to reassure and comfort when he feels hurt through their connection, and an attempt to take his lover's soul with his own. Stability and a brimming presence are what Mettaton offers in this moment, his fingers tangling firm in his hair.
Drifting back to his lips, Mettaton plants a kiss there with a smile.]
I love... you.
[His voice is syrupy, slurred and hot. Without meaning to, his hips rock gently as he covets more and more, even as he focuses on his Bonded's well-being over all else. It causes him to take a shaky breath, a soft, slight moan escaping from his lips at his slipping control.]