[How frantic he feels, but how measured it is nonetheless. Mettaton observes it: Emet-Selch's expression is perfectly read, a craving insatiable, an indulgence in him, a demonstration of his love. It leaves Mettaton feeling weak, giving Emet-Selch full access to his body as his fingers curl in hair and he parts his lips for his tongue. The warmth of his hand is enough for him to want to lean into, if he weren't preoccupied by tongue and taste and teeth and the urgency for it all. His pulse is a high, fluttering thing, leaving him dizzy in a pleasant sense. A bodily reaction to love.
A body that responds like this to the feeling of adoration is a novelty to him, but he recognizes it easily for what it is. Charmed, he kisses back with the same sort of immediacy and need.
The firmer squeeze of his chest has him jolting in place as he leans in further yet, neediness and desire unshackled. Even his kiss grows more ardent, sliding his tongue along Emet-Selch's and giving it a gentle suck, claiming. A demonstration of his welcomeness in his mouth. Welcomeness to the whole of him, touching or penetrating or taking him to his pleasure. His body responds in whole, alertness getting the better of him, the hints of arousal already possessing him so readily. He muses to himself that Emet-Selch always has a way about him to pull such responses from his body, robotic or not. Even thinking back upon a time where he didn't have what it took to shapeshift, this man still brought him deep, heady pleasure. He had what it took to connect with him on an unprecedented level of sensuality, and he only continues to bring him to new heights of it.
And it only intensifies the more he gets to know him, which fascinates the Puca. The intimacy of their bond runs deeper than he could have ever known, and... Even this knowledge leaves Mettaton shuddering, a short, soft noise emitted from his throat, a noise of contentment and need simultaneously.
The desire to demonstrate his comfort with his Bonded overwhelms him. Humming into the kiss, sliding his tongue wherever he can fit, Mettaton shifts his legs enough to pull back the blanket enough so that when he sits, he can do so directly upon Emet-Selch's lap. Relaxing tense muscles, Mettaton first nudges his filling cock against Emet-Selch's abdomen before shifting his body back, settling himself firmly upon hips, flesh-to-flesh. He's positioned just so, so that his shaft would press into his Bonded's. Here, he deliberately and contentedly shifts his hips, as though attempting to proudly sink into this spot as his own.]
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A body that responds like this to the feeling of adoration is a novelty to him, but he recognizes it easily for what it is. Charmed, he kisses back with the same sort of immediacy and need.
The firmer squeeze of his chest has him jolting in place as he leans in further yet, neediness and desire unshackled. Even his kiss grows more ardent, sliding his tongue along Emet-Selch's and giving it a gentle suck, claiming. A demonstration of his welcomeness in his mouth. Welcomeness to the whole of him, touching or penetrating or taking him to his pleasure. His body responds in whole, alertness getting the better of him, the hints of arousal already possessing him so readily. He muses to himself that Emet-Selch always has a way about him to pull such responses from his body, robotic or not. Even thinking back upon a time where he didn't have what it took to shapeshift, this man still brought him deep, heady pleasure. He had what it took to connect with him on an unprecedented level of sensuality, and he only continues to bring him to new heights of it.
And it only intensifies the more he gets to know him, which fascinates the Puca. The intimacy of their bond runs deeper than he could have ever known, and... Even this knowledge leaves Mettaton shuddering, a short, soft noise emitted from his throat, a noise of contentment and need simultaneously.
The desire to demonstrate his comfort with his Bonded overwhelms him. Humming into the kiss, sliding his tongue wherever he can fit, Mettaton shifts his legs enough to pull back the blanket enough so that when he sits, he can do so directly upon Emet-Selch's lap. Relaxing tense muscles, Mettaton first nudges his filling cock against Emet-Selch's abdomen before shifting his body back, settling himself firmly upon hips, flesh-to-flesh. He's positioned just so, so that his shaft would press into his Bonded's. Here, he deliberately and contentedly shifts his hips, as though attempting to proudly sink into this spot as his own.]