[The pleasure he experiences in sympathy from Emet-Selch's indulgence is immense, enough to turn his world on its head as his eyelids flutter shut, a somatic response to such commanding desire. Mettaton moans into his mouthful of cock, sucking on him with more passion than even he expected out of himself. His tongue rubs against the slit while it tries to adjust for this intrusion, both an intentional and entirely automatic gesture, before it slides against the underside of his erection in an attempt to accommodate. The experience in itself has his own abdominal muscles tensing, his excitement skyrocketing as he sucks some more, losing himself to this desire too soon, even while he has desires yet unmet.
Of course Emet-Selch's supposed to take this opportunity and milk it for all it's worth. Mettaton acknowledges it wholly: his body, his lips and his mouth are for him to conquer just as much as his is for Mettaton to captivate and overtake. They shouldn't have to hold back around each other unless it's with some greater intention in mind. And if this isn't a delightful sensation for them both. Absolutely worth it, Mettaton thinks, as he soaks in the sound of Emet-Selch's voice on a cry of unrestrained pleasure. He takes a deep, shaky breath through his nose even while he suckles on the end of his arousal, taking that same energy he puts forth toward bruises and kisses and directing it here, upon his lover's sensitive cock.
He lets go of the head after a few good, hard sucks, another smack of his lips as he releases it to the air, only to push his lips against the slit again, to slide the heat of his mouth over him once more. (This time, it's because he himself can't resist the temptation; the Puca shivers, sighing a note of lust even as he mouths his cock.) Mettaton's tongue rhythmically rubs from slit to ridge, following along the underside of it as a low hum slips from his throat as he imagines the sensation of his arousal pressed to the back of his mouth. He releases him again to give him a few more luscious laps of his tongue, the kind of passionate mouthing belonging to someone deeply aroused by his partner and equally as wanting.
But he pulls away, not nearly finished with his body. He glances up to give Emet-Selch a knowing narrow of his eyes and a smirk, aware that he's given him an inch... But he has to wait, suggested by a soft kiss to his hip, maintained eye contact with his Bonded's face, a dark, simmering desire burning in his gaze. His fingers grip down upon his wrists.]
You'll have more of that, dear... Keep enjoying me, in the meantime.
[It's not a matter of being patient or holding off on this more direct pleasure. Mettaton wants Emet-Selch to have this whole experience and take it the way he does, no matter how wound up he is, or perhaps especially because of how wound up he is.
He dips even lower, arms laying over the other's thighs while he keeps him pressed to the bed as he buries his face into the inside of Emet-Selch's thigh, leaving a warm, wet kiss there. Teasingly close to his groin, the robot slides his tongue along skin before biting down against such tender, supple flesh, finding a spot he wants to mark with teeth this time: and he does, hard enough not to break skin (yet), only to bruise, to mark him with teeth. He groans at this release in his jaw, his jaw which aches preemptively — less for any exertion, and more for how he wants to be exerted.]
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Of course Emet-Selch's supposed to take this opportunity and milk it for all it's worth. Mettaton acknowledges it wholly: his body, his lips and his mouth are for him to conquer just as much as his is for Mettaton to captivate and overtake. They shouldn't have to hold back around each other unless it's with some greater intention in mind. And if this isn't a delightful sensation for them both. Absolutely worth it, Mettaton thinks, as he soaks in the sound of Emet-Selch's voice on a cry of unrestrained pleasure. He takes a deep, shaky breath through his nose even while he suckles on the end of his arousal, taking that same energy he puts forth toward bruises and kisses and directing it here, upon his lover's sensitive cock.
He lets go of the head after a few good, hard sucks, another smack of his lips as he releases it to the air, only to push his lips against the slit again, to slide the heat of his mouth over him once more. (This time, it's because he himself can't resist the temptation; the Puca shivers, sighing a note of lust even as he mouths his cock.) Mettaton's tongue rhythmically rubs from slit to ridge, following along the underside of it as a low hum slips from his throat as he imagines the sensation of his arousal pressed to the back of his mouth. He releases him again to give him a few more luscious laps of his tongue, the kind of passionate mouthing belonging to someone deeply aroused by his partner and equally as wanting.
But he pulls away, not nearly finished with his body. He glances up to give Emet-Selch a knowing narrow of his eyes and a smirk, aware that he's given him an inch... But he has to wait, suggested by a soft kiss to his hip, maintained eye contact with his Bonded's face, a dark, simmering desire burning in his gaze. His fingers grip down upon his wrists.]
You'll have more of that, dear... Keep enjoying me, in the meantime.
[It's not a matter of being patient or holding off on this more direct pleasure. Mettaton wants Emet-Selch to have this whole experience and take it the way he does, no matter how wound up he is, or perhaps especially because of how wound up he is.
He dips even lower, arms laying over the other's thighs while he keeps him pressed to the bed as he buries his face into the inside of Emet-Selch's thigh, leaving a warm, wet kiss there. Teasingly close to his groin, the robot slides his tongue along skin before biting down against such tender, supple flesh, finding a spot he wants to mark with teeth this time: and he does, hard enough not to break skin (yet), only to bruise, to mark him with teeth. He groans at this release in his jaw, his jaw which aches preemptively — less for any exertion, and more for how he wants to be exerted.]