[Though he'd felt no inclination on Mettaton's part towards escape, the way his body almost... surrendered to the Ascian's grip has his breathing catch, startled by the rush of possessiveness he felt in response. And though the grip of his arm doesn't slack, his hand turns gentle, as it moves up to the back of Mettaton's head once more. Stroking his hair, petting his ears, feeling that desire to contain him, to have him for himself, to not let himself be abandoned this time, as he always, always was--
Finally, finally the kiss arrives, Emet-Selch feeling the force of Mettaton's want and responding in kind. Nor does he hesitate to slip his tongue past the other man's lips, to taste and take what he can for the moment, already feeling out of breath and knowing he would soon need to break it. How inconvenient, his body was at times....
Hearing his name uttered in that way provokes an answering moan, soft but sharp, and poorly smothered by the kiss. Brushing his lips repeatedly over Mettaton's, he feels a peculiar sort of neediness. He was aroused yes, the stiffness of the cock pressing to Mettaton's body attested to that, but there were other needs alongside it. To claim and possess, as much as to be claimed, held, reassured--
He couldn't stand how emotional he was sometimes. It was painful. But it was either this or indifference, all or nothing. How had it flipped over? Was this the result of the Bond? How meaningless this was, but yet....
Tangling a leg with Mettaton's, he shivers at the extra bit of friction against his erection, taking a breath and kissing him harder once more.]
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Finally, finally the kiss arrives, Emet-Selch feeling the force of Mettaton's want and responding in kind. Nor does he hesitate to slip his tongue past the other man's lips, to taste and take what he can for the moment, already feeling out of breath and knowing he would soon need to break it. How inconvenient, his body was at times....
Hearing his name uttered in that way provokes an answering moan, soft but sharp, and poorly smothered by the kiss. Brushing his lips repeatedly over Mettaton's, he feels a peculiar sort of neediness. He was aroused yes, the stiffness of the cock pressing to Mettaton's body attested to that, but there were other needs alongside it. To claim and possess, as much as to be claimed, held, reassured--
He couldn't stand how emotional he was sometimes. It was painful. But it was either this or indifference, all or nothing. How had it flipped over? Was this the result of the Bond? How meaningless this was, but yet....
Tangling a leg with Mettaton's, he shivers at the extra bit of friction against his erection, taking a breath and kissing him harder once more.]