[Transfixed upon his form, Mettaton captures the quality of Emet-Selch's voice as if desperate to replay it later, this thorough wanting of him that extends beyond his body and form, even if it targets such. Because really, he's an entity beyond all of these shapes he takes. He's never liked to consider that even for a moment, and it's always made him feel misaligned. Somehow, he's gained a power that allows him to really transcend physical form, making him into a truly malleable entity. Somehow, he's made a friend who could make him feel he's beyond any of it, and to be at home in that knowledge more than anything. Any body he could take is his, after all.
Through his ecstasy he has room in his heart for this fondness he feels for the Ascian, and it softens the edges of his smile even while he craves what he can take out of Emet-Selch's body. What it means to this man to take him so thoroughly and to give his own essence back, some way to prove that he sees him and is with him. His fingers grip down, and Mettaton uses the leverage of his position to push his length inside of his Bonded.
It's nowhere near the same as without lubricant, he notices first and foremost. On the Puca's end of things, his cock, slick and positioned just right, has the ability to push well beyond the head in one firm motion: not hurried or harsh, but Mettaton takes advantage of Emet-Selch's body and the smooth access by sliding as much of his length inside of him as his body will allow from him in one pass. It knocks the wind out of him, and Mettaton stutters over sound, settling on a sharp inhale followed by a sigh of a moan. Giving him this much of his length in one go was to give as much of his body to Emet-Selch as possible, at first. But the very moment Mettaton felt his lover's body tight around the head of his cock, it quickly devolved into a heady, primal desire to have the whole of his arousal squeezed, urgently.
And he nearly closes his eyes under the pressure of it, lips parted and not quite realizing that he keeps gasping, only to let what air he's regained slip from him in a pleasurable noise. But he can't look away from the Ascian. The very addition of his pleasurable craving compounded upon has him ending his first plunge into his body with a sharp thrust of his hips to sink deeper yet. Mettaton's upper body sways with the sheer delight of the feeling, mouthing a weak moan that robs him of whatever air he has left in his lungs. But he can't look away.
With Emet-Selch tight around much of his length, he unhands his hips and drops his forearms closer to his upper body, taking a shuddering breath. He wants nothing more than to kiss him for all he's worth.]
H... Hades, H... Oh...
[He's still trying to gasp for air, but that doesn't mean he's regained any sense. Arousal stuffed inside of his Bonded, he tries to kiss him and misses his lips in the dizzying pleasure of sensation - and in the dizzying loss of air and neglect to take any of it back. He finally takes in one good suck of air by reflex alone, but it's immediately converted into a moan of pleasure and desire.
He shifts his hips and stutters around the sensation, kissing Emet-Selch's cheek desperately.]
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Through his ecstasy he has room in his heart for this fondness he feels for the Ascian, and it softens the edges of his smile even while he craves what he can take out of Emet-Selch's body. What it means to this man to take him so thoroughly and to give his own essence back, some way to prove that he sees him and is with him. His fingers grip down, and Mettaton uses the leverage of his position to push his length inside of his Bonded.
It's nowhere near the same as without lubricant, he notices first and foremost. On the Puca's end of things, his cock, slick and positioned just right, has the ability to push well beyond the head in one firm motion: not hurried or harsh, but Mettaton takes advantage of Emet-Selch's body and the smooth access by sliding as much of his length inside of him as his body will allow from him in one pass. It knocks the wind out of him, and Mettaton stutters over sound, settling on a sharp inhale followed by a sigh of a moan. Giving him this much of his length in one go was to give as much of his body to Emet-Selch as possible, at first. But the very moment Mettaton felt his lover's body tight around the head of his cock, it quickly devolved into a heady, primal desire to have the whole of his arousal squeezed, urgently.
And he nearly closes his eyes under the pressure of it, lips parted and not quite realizing that he keeps gasping, only to let what air he's regained slip from him in a pleasurable noise. But he can't look away from the Ascian. The very addition of his pleasurable craving compounded upon has him ending his first plunge into his body with a sharp thrust of his hips to sink deeper yet. Mettaton's upper body sways with the sheer delight of the feeling, mouthing a weak moan that robs him of whatever air he has left in his lungs. But he can't look away.
With Emet-Selch tight around much of his length, he unhands his hips and drops his forearms closer to his upper body, taking a shuddering breath. He wants nothing more than to kiss him for all he's worth.]
H... Hades, H... Oh...
[He's still trying to gasp for air, but that doesn't mean he's regained any sense. Arousal stuffed inside of his Bonded, he tries to kiss him and misses his lips in the dizzying pleasure of sensation - and in the dizzying loss of air and neglect to take any of it back. He finally takes in one good suck of air by reflex alone, but it's immediately converted into a moan of pleasure and desire.
He shifts his hips and stutters around the sensation, kissing Emet-Selch's cheek desperately.]