[Mettaton lets his eyes close, slipping into the sensation of Emet-Selch's hands against his figure and finding even something so simple as his fingers against his neck to be worthy of another wave of heat, a current of electricity coursing through his body. It's the same manner of touch he might've performed on himself, but when Emet-Selch's the one doing it, it has him responding immediately. Alert and inclined, his sensory experience being given so willingly to the other man for his consideration.
Fingers follow his shoulders, his neck, and his chest. The texture of sensation is different yet, his very own body yielding under the Ascian's touch even while his fingers are soft, too. And he loves it, he loves it all more than he can describe, loves the touch of his lover and the taste of his lips; he shifts ever-so-slightly closer. He's reminded of those moments just prior to his transformation where Emet-Selch had been touching metal instead, a similar, exploratory thoroughness even while his body was metal instead of this. The way it registers in feeling and the fact that his Bonded would continue to love his body has another noise escaping his throat, another sigh with an edge of desperation to it. The idol slips his arms around Emet-Selch's shoulders, resting a hand against the back of his head to reinforce their kiss.
The feeling of his nipple pinched lightly between fingers has him leaning further into his touch, slipping into another sigh. It reminds him of all the moments he ever took to explore Emet-Selch's body, or even the times Emet-Selch took to understand his coveted, robotic one, but the dimension of their exploration only continues. Even when he learns every aspect of both of their bodies combined, Mettaton can't imagine he'll be anything but continuously enticed by the way they feel together.
His thighs set to shivering with the sensation, but he braces himself, taking control of his body. It's too soon to collapse, and he has the possession of restraint when it comes to receiving more.
Daring, his tongue slips deeper as though in response to his lover's, like an invitation. A heavy focus placed on Emet-Selch's lower lip, which he captures between his own to provide a short suck before releasing, a shaky sigh forcing him to do so. His eyelid rises, just enough for him to see Emet-Selch before him, a reminder of the realness of it all. His fingers slide against the back of his head affectionately.]
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Fingers follow his shoulders, his neck, and his chest. The texture of sensation is different yet, his very own body yielding under the Ascian's touch even while his fingers are soft, too. And he loves it, he loves it all more than he can describe, loves the touch of his lover and the taste of his lips; he shifts ever-so-slightly closer. He's reminded of those moments just prior to his transformation where Emet-Selch had been touching metal instead, a similar, exploratory thoroughness even while his body was metal instead of this. The way it registers in feeling and the fact that his Bonded would continue to love his body has another noise escaping his throat, another sigh with an edge of desperation to it. The idol slips his arms around Emet-Selch's shoulders, resting a hand against the back of his head to reinforce their kiss.
The feeling of his nipple pinched lightly between fingers has him leaning further into his touch, slipping into another sigh. It reminds him of all the moments he ever took to explore Emet-Selch's body, or even the times Emet-Selch took to understand his coveted, robotic one, but the dimension of their exploration only continues. Even when he learns every aspect of both of their bodies combined, Mettaton can't imagine he'll be anything but continuously enticed by the way they feel together.
His thighs set to shivering with the sensation, but he braces himself, taking control of his body. It's too soon to collapse, and he has the possession of restraint when it comes to receiving more.
Daring, his tongue slips deeper as though in response to his lover's, like an invitation. A heavy focus placed on Emet-Selch's lower lip, which he captures between his own to provide a short suck before releasing, a shaky sigh forcing him to do so. His eyelid rises, just enough for him to see Emet-Selch before him, a reminder of the realness of it all. His fingers slide against the back of his head affectionately.]