[Having Mettaton's body so close, but contact so limited, had been a great tease in itself, moreso than no contact at all. And while his blood fairly hummed with expectation, the heaviness of want, it extended into the desire to draw out the moment, this feeling, for as long as possible. To shut out the din of intrusive thoughts, the existence of the outside world entirely--
Thoughts that were certainly worse in the aftermath of that torture. Emet-Selch had never possessed much in the way of coping methods for anything else in his life; he wasn't about to start developing them now. But... perhaps there was something to be said for the company of someone else who'd been there, had experienced the same things. Who understood the sort of things that couldn't be said.
Perhaps that made it easier for Emet-Selch to allow the idol so close now. His muscles tense pleasantly underneath that kiss, and even more at the way Mettaton was looking at him, an exploration by sight. It was a good thing the Ascian wasn't predisposed to shyness, feeling a touch amused- perhaps even flattered- at such close attention. While he wasn't the sort to crave attention in itself, he could appreciate care being taken. At Mettaton's seeming disapproval regarding his treatment of his leg, he hums in soft amusement.]
Such concern--
[Words that are cut off with a harsh intake of breath as soon as Mettaton's fingers drift from his hip to his cock. His eyes shut for a few seconds more, having to let that rush of sharper wanting run through him. From just a brush of contact; the Ascian almost has to shake his head at his own neediness. While there was still the occasional flicker of unease at being so unguarded with his own responses, the desire for company overwhelmed it.
Swallowing, he gathers his thoughts and his voice, eyes opening to gaze across at Mettaton once more.]
...Such concern is unnecessary. Though I'm not opposed to ending up here sooner.
[In future goes unspoken; the assumption that this wouldn't be the last time they were together. Raising an arm, the Ascian lets his hand trace slowly across the side of Mettaton's face, to brush through a few strands of his hair. It's- almost affectionate, in a way, though he wouldn't have recognized it as such.]
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Thoughts that were certainly worse in the aftermath of that torture. Emet-Selch had never possessed much in the way of coping methods for anything else in his life; he wasn't about to start developing them now. But... perhaps there was something to be said for the company of someone else who'd been there, had experienced the same things. Who understood the sort of things that couldn't be said.
Perhaps that made it easier for Emet-Selch to allow the idol so close now. His muscles tense pleasantly underneath that kiss, and even more at the way Mettaton was looking at him, an exploration by sight. It was a good thing the Ascian wasn't predisposed to shyness, feeling a touch amused- perhaps even flattered- at such close attention. While he wasn't the sort to crave attention in itself, he could appreciate care being taken. At Mettaton's seeming disapproval regarding his treatment of his leg, he hums in soft amusement.]
Such concern--
[Words that are cut off with a harsh intake of breath as soon as Mettaton's fingers drift from his hip to his cock. His eyes shut for a few seconds more, having to let that rush of sharper wanting run through him. From just a brush of contact; the Ascian almost has to shake his head at his own neediness. While there was still the occasional flicker of unease at being so unguarded with his own responses, the desire for company overwhelmed it.
Swallowing, he gathers his thoughts and his voice, eyes opening to gaze across at Mettaton once more.]
...Such concern is unnecessary. Though I'm not opposed to ending up here sooner.
[In future goes unspoken; the assumption that this wouldn't be the last time they were together. Raising an arm, the Ascian lets his hand trace slowly across the side of Mettaton's face, to brush through a few strands of his hair. It's- almost affectionate, in a way, though he wouldn't have recognized it as such.]