[Only Mettaton could turn what would be a stagger in others, into something both seductive and graceful. They weren't Bonded, but he could almost feel that edge of overcome himself- perhaps because he felt it in his own right, as their souls didn't need to be tied for sympathetic responses to exist between them. And for all that Mettaton didn't usually wear clothes, his body on full and technically naked display as a rule, that didn't keep him from being a lure to Emet-Selch regardless, a tease that asked for his touch.
He wondered over how much his lover could feel, even as he plainly reacted to having his hands on his body. He knew of the senses that would be missing entirely... but touch. How much did Mettaton have as a corporealized ghost, and how much had being a puca given him?
But the mage hums a small sound, an assent to Mettaton's idea of remedy- and a sign of small pleasure to his kiss. And they make the short distance to their bedroom, as rain begins to beat down on the roof somewhere above. An encouragement to remain indoors for a time; a pleasant ambient noise to further block out the rest of the world. This was all the safety they could manage; this was all that was needed, for a little while.
Their accommodations were modest, to be polite. Far moreso than what they were used to. Not terrible in structure, if small, a base for more to be added... so long as they could somehow obtain the more from somewhere.]
Both were somewhat more well-equipped. [He sighs to follow Mettaton's snort. Not only the worlds, but they themselves were made lesser here. Had he his powers, it wouldn't matter if their residence were simple, as he could create anything they lacked. Leaning in, he presses a kiss of his own to Mettaton's neck.] Thank you for bartering all the same, for luxuries you barely need.
[Running water wasn't quite as useful to a robot. And electricity, with charging apparently not an issue anymore (a small mercy), in a similar extraneous position. But organic bodies needed water, and benefited from being able to cook their food.
But they both needed more than that, things outside of a roof above them, or a bed underneath them, but which benefited from both. Where Mettaton barely resists stripping him, Emet-Selch barely resists dragging him tight to his body again, in kissing him hard. Instead he slips back to the bed, even if it meant pulling away from his arm, to sit down at the side of it, facing him.
Leaning over to quickly unfasten and remove his shoes, in preparation for getting into bed properly, he sighs another time.]
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He wondered over how much his lover could feel, even as he plainly reacted to having his hands on his body. He knew of the senses that would be missing entirely... but touch. How much did Mettaton have as a corporealized ghost, and how much had being a puca given him?
But the mage hums a small sound, an assent to Mettaton's idea of remedy- and a sign of small pleasure to his kiss. And they make the short distance to their bedroom, as rain begins to beat down on the roof somewhere above. An encouragement to remain indoors for a time; a pleasant ambient noise to further block out the rest of the world. This was all the safety they could manage; this was all that was needed, for a little while.
Their accommodations were modest, to be polite. Far moreso than what they were used to. Not terrible in structure, if small, a base for more to be added... so long as they could somehow obtain the more from somewhere.]
Both were somewhat more well-equipped. [He sighs to follow Mettaton's snort. Not only the worlds, but they themselves were made lesser here. Had he his powers, it wouldn't matter if their residence were simple, as he could create anything they lacked. Leaning in, he presses a kiss of his own to Mettaton's neck.] Thank you for bartering all the same, for luxuries you barely need.
[Running water wasn't quite as useful to a robot. And electricity, with charging apparently not an issue anymore (a small mercy), in a similar extraneous position. But organic bodies needed water, and benefited from being able to cook their food.
But they both needed more than that, things outside of a roof above them, or a bed underneath them, but which benefited from both. Where Mettaton barely resists stripping him, Emet-Selch barely resists dragging him tight to his body again, in kissing him hard. Instead he slips back to the bed, even if it meant pulling away from his arm, to sit down at the side of it, facing him.
Leaning over to quickly unfasten and remove his shoes, in preparation for getting into bed properly, he sighs another time.]
Once more, we start over from nothing.