[He so adores it when Emet-Selch stretches into his touch. Mettaton smiles wider, pleased at the demonstration of proneness to his touch and presence. Emet-Selch's vulnerability in his presence made it easy to be fully, wholly himself, including any of those bits of himself he'd otherwise be too uncomfortable to mention. With him, he could. With him, it felt productive and even soothing, even if in the moment it left him uneasy.
The love he feels for Emet-Selch is something he longed to share. Another thing lost is their Bond... but the robot feels confident that he can share that love in actions. Pressing into Emet-Selch, he makes a small noise as he nuzzles against his neck, burying his face there and breathing him in. He could just barely smell him, the scent of him occurring to Mettaton in impressions from memory...
It's there that he knows his reply.]
I already told you once before, Hades. It's an appealing thought... but after meeting you, I think my decision's different than it would've been. And besides.
[Tightening his arms against Emet-Selch's sides, the robot winds each arm around Emet-Selch's person tight, all the way until he's right back around again and gripping firmly over each pectoral. His thumbs roll gently over the firming flesh of his nipples, and Mettaton sighs fondly over their response to his attentions.]
Can a human do this...? I find my body is uniquely mine. To dip my toes in and experience what it's like to be human is one thing... and I like that. But I like myself as I am. There's a reason I corporealized with this body. This is me.
[Confidently he answers, having already dwelled on this before. If he were confronted with the option here, if it were the only way he could properly have sex with Emet-Selch... and if it were guaranteed that it wasn't his forever body, maybe. He knew he'd miss the silicone, the metal, the durability and the absurd things he could do with this body that humans could not. The feeling of organs in his chest was also still something he felt hyper-aware of sometimes... and while he knew he could adapt, he simply likes this way of being.
But the touch. The sensation. The sensuality. Organic beings promised so much... and it was a temptation too great to ignore. He wanted those things one way or another, and if there were a way to obtain them, he knew he would take it.
Pressing forward, Mettaton's sure to roll his hips, to grind his crotch against Emet-Selch's back with a sigh. He presses entirely flush, curling around him as he tightens his grip, pinching his nipples in the process. Sloppy kisses that would've been surely damp are applied along his shoulder.]
I rather like being me... and having the sensation and the equipment of a more organic being. Mind, darling. I haven't lost heart. One way or another... these are attainable goals, with the right resources. [He pecks his shoulder before lifting his head, hovering slightly over him enough that they can meet eyes.] If I can't find someone to augment my body in this more sexual direction, why... there will be a way. A more magically-inclined way.
[A wish. Emet-Selch's powers, returned to him. Mettaton knew there were ways, and he'd have to impatiently work for it.]
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The love he feels for Emet-Selch is something he longed to share. Another thing lost is their Bond... but the robot feels confident that he can share that love in actions. Pressing into Emet-Selch, he makes a small noise as he nuzzles against his neck, burying his face there and breathing him in. He could just barely smell him, the scent of him occurring to Mettaton in impressions from memory...
It's there that he knows his reply.]
I already told you once before, Hades. It's an appealing thought... but after meeting you, I think my decision's different than it would've been. And besides.
[Tightening his arms against Emet-Selch's sides, the robot winds each arm around Emet-Selch's person tight, all the way until he's right back around again and gripping firmly over each pectoral. His thumbs roll gently over the firming flesh of his nipples, and Mettaton sighs fondly over their response to his attentions.]
Can a human do this...? I find my body is uniquely mine. To dip my toes in and experience what it's like to be human is one thing... and I like that. But I like myself as I am. There's a reason I corporealized with this body. This is me.
[Confidently he answers, having already dwelled on this before. If he were confronted with the option here, if it were the only way he could properly have sex with Emet-Selch... and if it were guaranteed that it wasn't his forever body, maybe. He knew he'd miss the silicone, the metal, the durability and the absurd things he could do with this body that humans could not. The feeling of organs in his chest was also still something he felt hyper-aware of sometimes... and while he knew he could adapt, he simply likes this way of being.
But the touch. The sensation. The sensuality. Organic beings promised so much... and it was a temptation too great to ignore. He wanted those things one way or another, and if there were a way to obtain them, he knew he would take it.
Pressing forward, Mettaton's sure to roll his hips, to grind his crotch against Emet-Selch's back with a sigh. He presses entirely flush, curling around him as he tightens his grip, pinching his nipples in the process. Sloppy kisses that would've been surely damp are applied along his shoulder.]
I rather like being me... and having the sensation and the equipment of a more organic being. Mind, darling. I haven't lost heart. One way or another... these are attainable goals, with the right resources. [He pecks his shoulder before lifting his head, hovering slightly over him enough that they can meet eyes.] If I can't find someone to augment my body in this more sexual direction, why... there will be a way. A more magically-inclined way.
[A wish. Emet-Selch's powers, returned to him. Mettaton knew there were ways, and he'd have to impatiently work for it.]