[Delivered a bit flatly, as Emet-Selch's enthusiasm is evident. But Mettaton understood the ache, and he presses his cheek to Emet-Selch's shoulders for the moment. In answer to his question, though, Mettaton attempts to squirm closer. His presses impossibly flush to his body, testing himself for sensation, but finding it hard to tell how he'd respond to pain. Pain, the thing he found most intense of all... But he even liked that after he'd regained sensation.
Were his senses enhanced? He tries to smell. He tries to taste, kissing slow and deliberate, a soft, silicone tongue flicking out to press against the Ascian's flesh. And then...]
...If these changes do, I haven't mastered that aspect of it yet. They do not. Though they add to the real estate of places to feel from. Ears, and tail, and all.
[His rabbit-like toes curl. He could feel the bend in their movement, but they felt just as insulated as they should he supposes, given all the fur. He wondered if at some point, they'd enhance his ability to feel.
Though he does offer:] Strangely, if I shapeshift fully into a rabbit... I can feel pets quite vividly! [He smiles.] But, ha. That's not very helpful right now.
[Bunny shapeshifts were not very sexy.
There's a level of self-consciousness that settles heavily in Mettaton, though not sourced from Emet-Selch. It's himself, as he considers all they used to love in his shapeshifted body, and what they lacked now. They were capable of exploring each other and sating themselves on hypotheticals, before Mettaton had ever been capable of shapeshifting properly. But now they knew what love they had for sexual intimacy, exploring bodies conveniently equipped with points of intense arousal.
They would continue to ache for more, more acutely than ever. Mettaton closes his eye again, frustrated by all he lacked. All of the need he felt, impotent. Nails dig into Emet-Selch's chest on reflex, feeling trapped.
But he had Emet-Selch. He had his body. Mettaton breathes him in, imagines his warmth; he feels the firmness and softness of skin alike, swallowing while he drowns himself in the softness of pliant skin beneath his fingertips. Shuddering slightly, he finds his hands wandering lower, prodding his abdomen in a state of both fond fascination, and even envy.]
Even so... With all I am, and with all you are. I will show you my love for you, and reflect it in your body, as well as my own.
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[Delivered a bit flatly, as Emet-Selch's enthusiasm is evident. But Mettaton understood the ache, and he presses his cheek to Emet-Selch's shoulders for the moment. In answer to his question, though, Mettaton attempts to squirm closer. His presses impossibly flush to his body, testing himself for sensation, but finding it hard to tell how he'd respond to pain. Pain, the thing he found most intense of all... But he even liked that after he'd regained sensation.
Were his senses enhanced? He tries to smell. He tries to taste, kissing slow and deliberate, a soft, silicone tongue flicking out to press against the Ascian's flesh. And then...]
...If these changes do, I haven't mastered that aspect of it yet. They do not. Though they add to the real estate of places to feel from. Ears, and tail, and all.
[His rabbit-like toes curl. He could feel the bend in their movement, but they felt just as insulated as they should he supposes, given all the fur. He wondered if at some point, they'd enhance his ability to feel.
Though he does offer:] Strangely, if I shapeshift fully into a rabbit... I can feel pets quite vividly! [He smiles.] But, ha. That's not very helpful right now.
[Bunny shapeshifts were not very sexy.
There's a level of self-consciousness that settles heavily in Mettaton, though not sourced from Emet-Selch. It's himself, as he considers all they used to love in his shapeshifted body, and what they lacked now. They were capable of exploring each other and sating themselves on hypotheticals, before Mettaton had ever been capable of shapeshifting properly. But now they knew what love they had for sexual intimacy, exploring bodies conveniently equipped with points of intense arousal.
They would continue to ache for more, more acutely than ever. Mettaton closes his eye again, frustrated by all he lacked. All of the need he felt, impotent. Nails dig into Emet-Selch's chest on reflex, feeling trapped.
But he had Emet-Selch. He had his body. Mettaton breathes him in, imagines his warmth; he feels the firmness and softness of skin alike, swallowing while he drowns himself in the softness of pliant skin beneath his fingertips. Shuddering slightly, he finds his hands wandering lower, prodding his abdomen in a state of both fond fascination, and even envy.]
Even so... With all I am, and with all you are. I will show you my love for you, and reflect it in your body, as well as my own.