[And with Emet-Selch's lack of alarm is Mettaton's similar lack of it, gazing down upon him with a flicker of warmth that turns into that voracious heat, all hosted upon a smile. Emet-Selch is not only fine, but pleased with this entire outcome, and Mettaton doesn't think anything of it but about how perfectly they've found themselves matched, that he could bring Emet-Selch such pleasure while Emet-Selch's used to Mettaton's ends of ecstasy. He leans into touches and kisses and exacts them for himself, kisses stealing some of that heat in their application.
Libidinous, open-mouthed and hot. It's obvious that Mettaton hasn't had his fill, as if that were ever a threshold he could meet. But he keeps his hips hovering above Emet-Selch for the moment, "trying" to "relax" his lover (and failing at it miserably). In truth, Mettaton can't get the experience out of his head. It enchants him and keeps bringing him back to detail after detail, and with an energy influential and undeniable like the ones the pendants are bringing him, an easy slip of control, a quicker succumbing to madness atop a self-righteous streak...naturally he's fantasizing about Emet-Selch obvious rapture over getting to suck on his length. Every other smaller detail only slots into place: the sight of blood mixed with saliva dripping from lips made swollen over his cock, the sensation of groans and cries tensing around his length, and the sight of his lover's gaze whenever he attempted eye contact with him are immediately inundating his sex-addled psyche.
Emet-Selch says he feels incredible. Another point to his ego, another stroke to his immediately renewing arousal, and Mettaton exhales shakily. He may be a robot and thus blessed with unique anatomy and a recovery period to match, but the fur of his, dark like an oil spill, is suggestion enough of his status still, another reason toward such unusually lively energy.
But he brings his claws up to stroke Emet-Selch's cheek with that same loving smile, ears leaning forward even as he faces down at his Bonded. He makes sure to press firmly against his cheek as though to remind him of these sharpened claws. A cause for a frenzied nature only encouraged out of him as Emet-Selch puts his body out on display for his care and coveting, and Mettaton's made to imagine the many other ways he wants his Bonded.]
I feel so incredible because you compliment me so well, darling... How could I resist you? [His kisses have an edge of need, sucking shortly against his lower lip, slight dips of his tongue into Emet-Selch's mouth. There's absolutely no getting around the fact that Mettaton's still aroused... (Or, aroused all over again? More likely: he came hard, and Emet-Selch would knot it.) He's not being very discreet.] And just like I predicted, you came entirely from the sensation of a full throat alone. Full enough to choke around... You know just how to charm me.
["Charm" is a good way to put it, if a bit more on the innocent side. Emet-Selch has caught his attention over and over, and Mettaton's captivated by his form and his needs, the way he experiences pleasure in such an emotionally charged way. It's just the kind of expressiveness he's drawn to, immensely and completely.
The robot pulls back slightly to behold Emet-Selch again, sighing at him. Drinking in his shoulders, streams of blood blurred and drying on his skin. ...Mettaton feels he still needs to be stripped to his entirety, and in a manner very predatory, he licks his lip at the taste of him that lingers. It's a reminder to get a complete picture of Emet-Selch's body, and he dismounts his figure to let his eyes draw from his toes to his eyes.
Mettaton runs a finger through residual come upon Emet-Selch's abdomen, sticky and thick, attention upon it heavy and wanting. He sighs.]
You came so hard, at that... Like you wouldn't want me to stop.
[Mettaton doesn't want to stop. He wants to give Emet-Selch his length to such a degree that the compliments are unending, the pleasure nonstop, their love so radiant that it's written into their every gesture. ...It's excessive in itself, how quickly he's taken to wanting to ravish Emet-Selch's body all over again. He's fully aroused, even when he stoops back in to kiss Emet-Selch gently.]
I'm glad you're all right. And... that you liked it.
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Libidinous, open-mouthed and hot. It's obvious that Mettaton hasn't had his fill, as if that were ever a threshold he could meet. But he keeps his hips hovering above Emet-Selch for the moment, "trying" to "relax" his lover (and failing at it miserably). In truth, Mettaton can't get the experience out of his head. It enchants him and keeps bringing him back to detail after detail, and with an energy influential and undeniable like the ones the pendants are bringing him, an easy slip of control, a quicker succumbing to madness atop a self-righteous streak...naturally he's fantasizing about Emet-Selch obvious rapture over getting to suck on his length. Every other smaller detail only slots into place: the sight of blood mixed with saliva dripping from lips made swollen over his cock, the sensation of groans and cries tensing around his length, and the sight of his lover's gaze whenever he attempted eye contact with him are immediately inundating his sex-addled psyche.
Emet-Selch says he feels incredible. Another point to his ego, another stroke to his immediately renewing arousal, and Mettaton exhales shakily. He may be a robot and thus blessed with unique anatomy and a recovery period to match, but the fur of his, dark like an oil spill, is suggestion enough of his status still, another reason toward such unusually lively energy.
But he brings his claws up to stroke Emet-Selch's cheek with that same loving smile, ears leaning forward even as he faces down at his Bonded. He makes sure to press firmly against his cheek as though to remind him of these sharpened claws. A cause for a frenzied nature only encouraged out of him as Emet-Selch puts his body out on display for his care and coveting, and Mettaton's made to imagine the many other ways he wants his Bonded.]
I feel so incredible because you compliment me so well, darling... How could I resist you? [His kisses have an edge of need, sucking shortly against his lower lip, slight dips of his tongue into Emet-Selch's mouth. There's absolutely no getting around the fact that Mettaton's still aroused... (Or, aroused all over again? More likely: he came hard, and Emet-Selch would knot it.) He's not being very discreet.] And just like I predicted, you came entirely from the sensation of a full throat alone. Full enough to choke around... You know just how to charm me.
["Charm" is a good way to put it, if a bit more on the innocent side. Emet-Selch has caught his attention over and over, and Mettaton's captivated by his form and his needs, the way he experiences pleasure in such an emotionally charged way. It's just the kind of expressiveness he's drawn to, immensely and completely.
The robot pulls back slightly to behold Emet-Selch again, sighing at him. Drinking in his shoulders, streams of blood blurred and drying on his skin. ...Mettaton feels he still needs to be stripped to his entirety, and in a manner very predatory, he licks his lip at the taste of him that lingers. It's a reminder to get a complete picture of Emet-Selch's body, and he dismounts his figure to let his eyes draw from his toes to his eyes.
Mettaton runs a finger through residual come upon Emet-Selch's abdomen, sticky and thick, attention upon it heavy and wanting. He sighs.]
You came so hard, at that... Like you wouldn't want me to stop.
[Mettaton doesn't want to stop. He wants to give Emet-Selch his length to such a degree that the compliments are unending, the pleasure nonstop, their love so radiant that it's written into their every gesture. ...It's excessive in itself, how quickly he's taken to wanting to ravish Emet-Selch's body all over again. He's fully aroused, even when he stoops back in to kiss Emet-Selch gently.]
I'm glad you're all right. And... that you liked it.