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Mettaton EX ([personal profile] glitzandglamour) wrote in [personal profile] unsundered 2020-03-02 12:22 pm (UTC)

[Eye closed and face against his neck, Emet-Selch's hands clutching his sides is pleasant. Any time he's gripped and manhandled by the Ascian he finds it to be a thrill, revitalizing; it's no different in bringing him his composure here, when he's found himself fallen against his body from being overwhelmed. Go figure. He laughs softly, nuzzling into the Ascian's neck with the softness of his cheek.

Given his comparative freedom to do as he likes, Mettaton takes his regained composure and continues to adjust his body to his liking with a pleased hum, all while pressing kiss after greedy kiss to the Ascian's neck. Each one's open-mouthed and sloppy, the occasional one lingering as he sucks another mark into him. If he has the monopoly over doing as he'd like by virtue of weight, he may as well mark him, thoroughly. There's something frenzied in the way he moves, desperate for some kind of satisfaction as he situates his body closer to Emet-Selch.

The android finally presses atop Emet-Selch's erection, trembling at the mere closeness and implication of it... but the robot lacks any parts that would allow this intimate connection to continue any further. He makes a sighing sound, moving to press a kiss hard against Emet-Selch's lips, tender but covetous. When he pulls away, he remains close enough to kiss him all over again.]


Hades...

[It's something like a whine, something like a sigh, and Mettaton's scarcely able to keep from squirming against the sensation of his arousal between his legs. In fact, he does, curving his back and exhaling sharply.

His mind's hazy, imagination getting the better of him, and he moans some more at the thought of having Emet-Selch's cock deep inside of him. With no small resistance his hips rock, the curve of his body flush against his arousal. Mettaton presses another sloppy kiss to Emet-Selch's lips, losing himself to his cravings that can't be realized.]


I want... [He kisses him again, heady and uncoordinated in the face of his desire. It seems like he never has enough of it.] Hades, what I would do to... Have you... Hades...

[He shudders, the idol unable to maintain his poise given such intensity. Emet-Selch's lips are taken by his, deep and passionate; he sucks on his lower lip slightly before allowing his tongue to press in, unable to sate his own wants.]

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