[That distraction is perfectly within Mettaton's ambitions, and he brightens with excitement and hunger at Emet-Selch's reply, both his verbal and nonverbal ones. Aside from gauging his reaction (and what a response it is, one that delights him yet softens him equally), there was an element of discovery for his partner's current status. Mettaton's pleased with his response, naturally: it means he could take what he'd like, and give as much of himself right back.
So it doesn't take much in the way of coaxing to take that quick trip to Emet-Selch's bed, considering it was Mettaton's destination to begin with. He disengages from hold at his neck, though his arm remains curled around Emet-Selch and in his clothes when he deepens his kiss once more, then breaks away. With that arm still wrapped about his waist, he tugs Emet-Selch with a flirtatious smile, eager in his body language and graceful in his steps.
Once they make it to Emet-Selch's bed, the idol tries to get Emet-Selch to collapse upon it first, envisioning the Ascian laying beneath him and completely at his whim, though he can't bear to keep his hands off. It's multitasking, then, when Mettaton finally starts to work at the Ascian's clothes.]
As much as I'd like...? [He loves that answer; he'd say as much, but he finds himself giving a stuttering sigh instead, growing deeply desirous for this outcome.] Then I'll start here.
[The removal of his clothes, the thought of pulling himself flush against his bare skin... In place of any pulse, Mettaton can feel his temperature rise at the mere thought of beholding Emet-Selch's body. For the amount of time Mettaton has spent watching humans through a screen and absorbing their figure, the naked body continues to be more elusive to him though not unfamiliar. But this is far more intimate and close, someone he can touch and take in to his satisfaction. For it to be Emet-Selch... Mettaton's eye glints with the thrill he feels at the very notion.]
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So it doesn't take much in the way of coaxing to take that quick trip to Emet-Selch's bed, considering it was Mettaton's destination to begin with. He disengages from hold at his neck, though his arm remains curled around Emet-Selch and in his clothes when he deepens his kiss once more, then breaks away. With that arm still wrapped about his waist, he tugs Emet-Selch with a flirtatious smile, eager in his body language and graceful in his steps.
Once they make it to Emet-Selch's bed, the idol tries to get Emet-Selch to collapse upon it first, envisioning the Ascian laying beneath him and completely at his whim, though he can't bear to keep his hands off. It's multitasking, then, when Mettaton finally starts to work at the Ascian's clothes.]
As much as I'd like...? [He loves that answer; he'd say as much, but he finds himself giving a stuttering sigh instead, growing deeply desirous for this outcome.] Then I'll start here.
[The removal of his clothes, the thought of pulling himself flush against his bare skin... In place of any pulse, Mettaton can feel his temperature rise at the mere thought of beholding Emet-Selch's body. For the amount of time Mettaton has spent watching humans through a screen and absorbing their figure, the naked body continues to be more elusive to him though not unfamiliar. But this is far more intimate and close, someone he can touch and take in to his satisfaction. For it to be Emet-Selch... Mettaton's eye glints with the thrill he feels at the very notion.]