[Though he knows he'll lose this form as soon as he tries to sleep, Mettaton keeps it because he loves it. It's grown on him in this hour significantly, and he finds it a shame that it won't hold into his sleep. The heat of their bodies and the give of their skin being a mutual thing is... better than he imagined. It's a good thing, he thinks, that he'll be able to access it more often now, with absolutely no problems whatsoever.
The request has him pressing his forehead to Emet-Selch's. His hands move to wrap arms around his shoulders, hardly minding any of the injuries he's inflicted, letting his arm brush and bump against bites and bruises. He's either careless, or wanting to remind Emet-Selch of what's there even while in bed.]
Oh! We want the same thing. How wonderful.
[And completely unsurprising, but Mettaton will act like it's a big deal. Though he has a bright energy, as he usually does, there's a key to it that operates on a subdued level, one suggesting of exhaustion. Exhaustion beyond a physical state, the kind wrought by unease and depleted energy both. In addition to that comes the pleasant sort of depletion brought by their mutual attraction. A feeling he could slip into.
He shifts closer to Emet-Selch, appreciating the way their bodies fit together like this. It's not just Emet-Selch's body yielding to his figure this time: when draws Emet-Selch into an embrace, their chests press into each other in ways his robotic body couldn't possibly manage. Usually, it's only the give of Emet-Selch's body he has to rely on. Having two like that means new levels of closeness with the Ascian for him. Though he feels a mark of envy over this body he has, how could he if it's his now? It only means he has multiple ways to enjoy his lover, he decides.
Mettaton hardly thinks to say goodnight to him verbally, but he does lean in to give him a soft, but lazy kiss, accompanied by a pleasant hum. Being there in the morning... He'll probably have to wait around to wait for Emet-Selch to wake, knowing their track records. One of them sleeps more than the other.]
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The request has him pressing his forehead to Emet-Selch's. His hands move to wrap arms around his shoulders, hardly minding any of the injuries he's inflicted, letting his arm brush and bump against bites and bruises. He's either careless, or wanting to remind Emet-Selch of what's there even while in bed.]
Oh! We want the same thing. How wonderful.
[And completely unsurprising, but Mettaton will act like it's a big deal. Though he has a bright energy, as he usually does, there's a key to it that operates on a subdued level, one suggesting of exhaustion. Exhaustion beyond a physical state, the kind wrought by unease and depleted energy both. In addition to that comes the pleasant sort of depletion brought by their mutual attraction. A feeling he could slip into.
He shifts closer to Emet-Selch, appreciating the way their bodies fit together like this. It's not just Emet-Selch's body yielding to his figure this time: when draws Emet-Selch into an embrace, their chests press into each other in ways his robotic body couldn't possibly manage. Usually, it's only the give of Emet-Selch's body he has to rely on. Having two like that means new levels of closeness with the Ascian for him. Though he feels a mark of envy over this body he has, how could he if it's his now? It only means he has multiple ways to enjoy his lover, he decides.
Mettaton hardly thinks to say goodnight to him verbally, but he does lean in to give him a soft, but lazy kiss, accompanied by a pleasant hum. Being there in the morning... He'll probably have to wait around to wait for Emet-Selch to wake, knowing their track records. One of them sleeps more than the other.]