[His arms wrap tight around Emet-Selch, and he feels the smaller man give into gravity. But MTT takes his balance for himself, greedily absorbing his stature and weight into his metal frame like he couldn't get enough of it. Greedily, metal, winding arms coil around his prey,doubling around Emet-Selch's figure as he kisses his ear and welcomes Emet-Selch against his neck without even flinching.
Trauma could have been heavily rooted into his heart. But the entire union still felt romantic, in its way... and Mettaton saw it through rose-colored glasses. His husband was under some celestial influence and couldn't control his hunger. He's been there too many times for himself... And if anything he felt very flattered that the Ascian was so starved for him and him alone.
Even as the memory of his teeth rending silicone enough for it to sear occurs to him, Mettaton does nothing but sink into Emet-Selch. He sighs, something of a shudder wracking his body as he thinks about how much of himself he'd love to give to Emet-Selch. It was a no-brainer, that even should he wish to devour him, he'd allow it. Even if pain was the result, it was Emet-Selch's application... though the Ascian's obvious upset and distant loss wasn't the ideal situation for anything sensual nor romantic. Mettaton still forgave him without forgiveness even being asked for.
And he takes Emet-Selch's body against his own, straightening out his posture so that the mage would either be lifted, or brought to his toes. One strong embrace is returned for another, and Mettaton makes a small noise against the side of his head.]
And you, Hades... I missed you more than I could describe in words.
[He was asleep. He knows they're talking about that, but MTT references the broad umbrella of his experienced time apart. He'd spent a month without Emet-Selch, and they were put through turmoil upon his arrival... MTT missed him, even as he kept himself going with the knowledge that his wish—to traverse the stars and galaxies and universes—would eventually afford him his husband.
Or, at the very least... his husband's universe, where he could task himself with restoring him and his world. He'd promised, and it exceeded a Puca's binding commitment. Just in case becoming a god didn't afford him access to his world, he could now secure it. That was the underlying goal—Mettaton knew it immediately, even in his dreams.
Running a hand along Emet-Selch's lower back, the robot kisses his scalp. His voice is low against the side of his head, warm and steady.]
Thank you for healing me. Even if it knocked me out... In a pinch, you did something dramatic for my sake. [Mettaton squeezes Emet-Selch to punctuate his appreciation.] What I wanted to tell you is... that I love you.
[Which he already said. Yes... that was the statement of importance.]
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Trauma could have been heavily rooted into his heart. But the entire union still felt romantic, in its way... and Mettaton saw it through rose-colored glasses. His husband was under some celestial influence and couldn't control his hunger. He's been there too many times for himself... And if anything he felt very flattered that the Ascian was so starved for him and him alone.
Even as the memory of his teeth rending silicone enough for it to sear occurs to him, Mettaton does nothing but sink into Emet-Selch. He sighs, something of a shudder wracking his body as he thinks about how much of himself he'd love to give to Emet-Selch. It was a no-brainer, that even should he wish to devour him, he'd allow it. Even if pain was the result, it was Emet-Selch's application... though the Ascian's obvious upset and distant loss wasn't the ideal situation for anything sensual nor romantic. Mettaton still forgave him without forgiveness even being asked for.
And he takes Emet-Selch's body against his own, straightening out his posture so that the mage would either be lifted, or brought to his toes. One strong embrace is returned for another, and Mettaton makes a small noise against the side of his head.]
And you, Hades... I missed you more than I could describe in words.
[He was asleep. He knows they're talking about that, but MTT references the broad umbrella of his experienced time apart. He'd spent a month without Emet-Selch, and they were put through turmoil upon his arrival... MTT missed him, even as he kept himself going with the knowledge that his wish—to traverse the stars and galaxies and universes—would eventually afford him his husband.
Or, at the very least... his husband's universe, where he could task himself with restoring him and his world. He'd promised, and it exceeded a Puca's binding commitment. Just in case becoming a god didn't afford him access to his world, he could now secure it. That was the underlying goal—Mettaton knew it immediately, even in his dreams.
Running a hand along Emet-Selch's lower back, the robot kisses his scalp. His voice is low against the side of his head, warm and steady.]
Thank you for healing me. Even if it knocked me out... In a pinch, you did something dramatic for my sake. [Mettaton squeezes Emet-Selch to punctuate his appreciation.] What I wanted to tell you is... that I love you.
[Which he already said. Yes... that was the statement of importance.]