[Whenever a kiss does come to an end (often due to his unfortunate tendency towards breathing), a flicker of regret tended to accompany it. At least their apparent frequency was some consolation, but that he should find this with Mettaton, of all people, still struck Emet-Selch as a bit surreal. Though they'd only met a handful of times, each encounter had been intense, in their own way. Eventful. And progressively more enjoyable.

Although, considering their first meeting had been in the midst of torture and captivity, it was hard to not improve on such circumstance. As memories went, he'd prefer to dwell on the more recent ones.

And now he had his face burrowed against the idol's neck, arms wrapped tight around one another, as though this were a comfortable thing to do. Which it was, at least in an emotional sense. Even physically, it was... fine. He could live with it; he very much intended to. Every touch over skin was an encouragement to that end; if Mettaton hadn't invited himself to stay, the Ascian would've been quite disappointed.

Lips moving against the other man's throat as he replies, Emet-Selch ends it with a more proper kiss to his neck.]

Mm... I suppose someone should be kept informed. Document our poor decisions. Leave a record behind as a warning to others.

[Because has he told any of his other Bonds about this? Of course not. Why would he do that? He hadn't told his prior three about one another either; the only reason they knew of each other at all was from speaking together.

It was his own business; why should it matter to anyone else what he did?]