[Why did simple handholding feel like such a luxury? But he lets their hands tangle fully together, watching as Mettaton presses them over his heart, trying to memorize the quiet of the moment. Another small thing to sustain him.]
Ah....
[When put like that, it did seem like a fair amount that he was providing. And not trifling things either. Emet-Selch nods slowly after mulling it over, though he didn't think his question had been that strange. That he found mutual love to be at all a remarkable and heretofore impossible to obtain thing doesn't strike him as anything but expected. Natural. And it was normal to want to provide things to a person much cared for, wasn't it? But while it was no excuse to become complacent, it wasn't a lopsided arrangement, he supposed. But to be given so much... of course he would want there to remain parity.
Still, Mettaton didn't seem like the sort to keep his desires to himself. If there was anything he did want, the Ascian decided it would probably be safe to assume that the puca would tell him.
And this particular simple request gets a small, amused sound from him, followed by a sigh that's not quite put-upon.]
That means I'll have to move, you know. How demanding....
[Nevermind that he needed to move soon anyway. But there was little way he could kiss him properly without facing him, so he reluctantly pulls his hand free, needing the support of both of his arms to extricate himself from Mettaton's lap. Unconsciously, Emet-Selch finds himself holding his breath as he pulls free of his Bonded's cock, feeling again that mixture of relief and regret.
Standing up, there's a small wobble to his posture, and a smaller wince. Everything was going to be sore for a while; Mettaton gaining a human body whenever he wanted had dangerous implications for the safety of his own. But he wasn't concerned.
Turning back to him, Emet-Selch takes a moment to let his gaze linger over Mettaton's body again, seated on the edge of his bed, and is clearly taken by the sight of him, disheveled but so... secure, in himself, in everything, it felt like. Not nearly bitten enough, though; a detail to rectify on another occasion, he thought. His attention hones in on Mettaton's face as he leans in, cupping it between both hands, though with a small brush to the robot's bangs as he does so. Another brush follows, but of lips against his, light and almost testing. A small taste of him accompanied by a soft breath, and a pressure that slowly firms. The deliberation involved is clear, as is the passion underneath- a deep affection and emotional wanting of the other man, with his only tool for expressing it being a kiss.]
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Ah....
[When put like that, it did seem like a fair amount that he was providing. And not trifling things either. Emet-Selch nods slowly after mulling it over, though he didn't think his question had been that strange. That he found mutual love to be at all a remarkable and heretofore impossible to obtain thing doesn't strike him as anything but expected. Natural. And it was normal to want to provide things to a person much cared for, wasn't it? But while it was no excuse to become complacent, it wasn't a lopsided arrangement, he supposed. But to be given so much... of course he would want there to remain parity.
Still, Mettaton didn't seem like the sort to keep his desires to himself. If there was anything he did want, the Ascian decided it would probably be safe to assume that the puca would tell him.
And this particular simple request gets a small, amused sound from him, followed by a sigh that's not quite put-upon.]
That means I'll have to move, you know. How demanding....
[Nevermind that he needed to move soon anyway. But there was little way he could kiss him properly without facing him, so he reluctantly pulls his hand free, needing the support of both of his arms to extricate himself from Mettaton's lap. Unconsciously, Emet-Selch finds himself holding his breath as he pulls free of his Bonded's cock, feeling again that mixture of relief and regret.
Standing up, there's a small wobble to his posture, and a smaller wince. Everything was going to be sore for a while; Mettaton gaining a human body whenever he wanted had dangerous implications for the safety of his own. But he wasn't concerned.
Turning back to him, Emet-Selch takes a moment to let his gaze linger over Mettaton's body again, seated on the edge of his bed, and is clearly taken by the sight of him, disheveled but so... secure, in himself, in everything, it felt like. Not nearly bitten enough, though; a detail to rectify on another occasion, he thought. His attention hones in on Mettaton's face as he leans in, cupping it between both hands, though with a small brush to the robot's bangs as he does so. Another brush follows, but of lips against his, light and almost testing. A small taste of him accompanied by a soft breath, and a pressure that slowly firms. The deliberation involved is clear, as is the passion underneath- a deep affection and emotional wanting of the other man, with his only tool for expressing it being a kiss.]