[Once again, it becomes difficult to ignore any part of Emet-Selch — even if it's an affectionate sort of gesture. Or perhaps, especially if it's an affectionate gesture. The lean of his head against his has Mettaton nuzzling into him, finding that his heart skips a beat at the way his Bonded presses into him. Even if Emet-Selch doesn't view this body as his own, Mettaton considers how it's his manner that is so attractive to him, and he thinks this with a great deal of fondness. Enough to overwhelm him, to catch his breath in his throat.
Again, he's made to swallow, smiling silly at this sudden realization despite his attempts at conveying a more sensual presence.
It's hardly a distraction from the rest of it all, however. What is a distraction is Emet-Selch's fingers pushing into his thighs, a fondle of firm, yet pliant tissue, until he's venturing dangerously close to his erection. Sure enough, the intent to encourage his movement is only rewarded: the closeness, the tease has Mettaton pressing more deeply into his lover's cock, a craving for raw stimulation to tide him over. A short, broken moan slips from his lips, carried on a shuddering breath to accompany quick, short strokes of his hips, rubbing his engorged cock against his Bonded deliriously.
Being pushed to startling levels of pleasure before he's even vocalized his craving makes it both harder and simpler to air it, if only he had the air and control for it.]
Nnnh... [How could he? The sound and the heat of Emet-Selch's breath and the delightful firmness of his cock-- it sets the mood for his desires, which overwhelm him.] You're so hard, Hades... Ah...
[He inhales sharply, trying to catch up with his need for air through his plentiful sighs and gasps. It might've made it difficult to pull away from him, but he knows he can continue to have his arousal, thick and pulsing, in ways beyond pressing against his cock. Mettaton slides his body further atop Emet-Selch's length, squeezing his thighs closer to Emet-Selch's body in an attempt to encourage his Bonded's pressing and prodding of his legs. So simply, touches upon his legs push him beyond sense, and he leans into his lover with another moan and shudder.
Everything he's said has been against his neck, close to his jaw and his ear as he fixes on his pleasure.]
You're so- god, Hades, I...
[His thrusts increase in speed with the sound of his own voice, as though pushing himself to greater heights of frantic desire just by trying to speak his needs into air. But then he pulls back, taking a soft inhale as he pushes himself up on his knees. He shifts his hips, taking one of his hands and reaching between his legs.
Though Emet-Selch isn't lubed up or ready, Mettaton teases the notion of him. He grabs his cock and guides the glans to press against his entrance, where he bears down upon him with a squirm and sigh.]
Ohhhh... This. I want this. I want to hear my name between your gasps... I want to feel you pushing yourself, warm and thick, inside of me...
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Again, he's made to swallow, smiling silly at this sudden realization despite his attempts at conveying a more sensual presence.
It's hardly a distraction from the rest of it all, however. What is a distraction is Emet-Selch's fingers pushing into his thighs, a fondle of firm, yet pliant tissue, until he's venturing dangerously close to his erection. Sure enough, the intent to encourage his movement is only rewarded: the closeness, the tease has Mettaton pressing more deeply into his lover's cock, a craving for raw stimulation to tide him over. A short, broken moan slips from his lips, carried on a shuddering breath to accompany quick, short strokes of his hips, rubbing his engorged cock against his Bonded deliriously.
Being pushed to startling levels of pleasure before he's even vocalized his craving makes it both harder and simpler to air it, if only he had the air and control for it.]
Nnnh... [How could he? The sound and the heat of Emet-Selch's breath and the delightful firmness of his cock-- it sets the mood for his desires, which overwhelm him.] You're so hard, Hades... Ah...
[He inhales sharply, trying to catch up with his need for air through his plentiful sighs and gasps. It might've made it difficult to pull away from him, but he knows he can continue to have his arousal, thick and pulsing, in ways beyond pressing against his cock. Mettaton slides his body further atop Emet-Selch's length, squeezing his thighs closer to Emet-Selch's body in an attempt to encourage his Bonded's pressing and prodding of his legs. So simply, touches upon his legs push him beyond sense, and he leans into his lover with another moan and shudder.
Everything he's said has been against his neck, close to his jaw and his ear as he fixes on his pleasure.]
You're so- god, Hades, I...
[His thrusts increase in speed with the sound of his own voice, as though pushing himself to greater heights of frantic desire just by trying to speak his needs into air. But then he pulls back, taking a soft inhale as he pushes himself up on his knees. He shifts his hips, taking one of his hands and reaching between his legs.
Though Emet-Selch isn't lubed up or ready, Mettaton teases the notion of him. He grabs his cock and guides the glans to press against his entrance, where he bears down upon him with a squirm and sigh.]
Ohhhh... This. I want this. I want to hear my name between your gasps... I want to feel you pushing yourself, warm and thick, inside of me...