[Cozy. That's what this moment was, he thought. That specific type of hazy comfort and congenial company. Warmth and something like peace congealed around them in a thoroughly unnatural sort of way. At least, Emet-Selch could hardly recognize it as something that could be experienced normally. And while he'd soon enough want to move in order to curl up with Mettaton properly and maintain this moment in a more sustainable way, what he had right now was... good. And he didn't want to question it too hard lest he damage it by bringing back to the fore his usual mental state. The turmoil was still there, but- settled, for a time. He wanted to keep this.
And for now there were arms (human-proportioned, but still Mettaton's) around him, and the sound of his lover's breath and voice. The answer doesn't surprise, but it was good to hear, in both quality and content.]
I'm relieved... that something so wanted did not disappoint.
[It's a lighter tone in a low voice, but a serious sentiment, he realized. It would've been a pity for Mettaton to master his shapeshifting ability, only to find the result underwhelming. That proper humanhood didn't live up to the imaginings. He squeezes his hand a little, then lets out a small, approving sort of sigh at the sensation of a lick to his shoulder, at the way he could feel Mettaton drift towards his neck.]
But your efforts convince. Truly, I would think you possessed years of experience if I didn't know better.
[At being a human or sex? Really, it could go either way.
But Emet-Selch turns more thoughtful again, without intending to, holding to the top of Mettaton's hand with his own, fingers pressing in just slightly. Though his eyes open, they remain fixed on the ceiling, avoiding their reflections. And his speech becomes- hesitant, as if not entirely sure of the words, having to figure them out for himself as he went along. It was made slightly easier by not needing to look at him.]
I've not... been with anyone like this, you know. This- involved.
[A word spoken as though it were inherently dubious. And it's not exactly a surprise of a statement or anything, but it felt like a strange thing to have to admit to.]
I don't know how you managed it. But I haven't- I can't show this part of myself with anyone else. [Interrupted by an exasperated-sounding huff of breath.] I didn't know it existed. If it ever did, I thought- well, that it would be gone by now.
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And for now there were arms (human-proportioned, but still Mettaton's) around him, and the sound of his lover's breath and voice. The answer doesn't surprise, but it was good to hear, in both quality and content.]
I'm relieved... that something so wanted did not disappoint.
[It's a lighter tone in a low voice, but a serious sentiment, he realized. It would've been a pity for Mettaton to master his shapeshifting ability, only to find the result underwhelming. That proper humanhood didn't live up to the imaginings. He squeezes his hand a little, then lets out a small, approving sort of sigh at the sensation of a lick to his shoulder, at the way he could feel Mettaton drift towards his neck.]
But your efforts convince. Truly, I would think you possessed years of experience if I didn't know better.
[At being a human or sex? Really, it could go either way.
But Emet-Selch turns more thoughtful again, without intending to, holding to the top of Mettaton's hand with his own, fingers pressing in just slightly. Though his eyes open, they remain fixed on the ceiling, avoiding their reflections. And his speech becomes- hesitant, as if not entirely sure of the words, having to figure them out for himself as he went along. It was made slightly easier by not needing to look at him.]
I've not... been with anyone like this, you know. This- involved.
[A word spoken as though it were inherently dubious. And it's not exactly a surprise of a statement or anything, but it felt like a strange thing to have to admit to.]
I don't know how you managed it. But I haven't- I can't show this part of myself with anyone else. [Interrupted by an exasperated-sounding huff of breath.] I didn't know it existed. If it ever did, I thought- well, that it would be gone by now.