[Cheekily, and with a stupid, MTT-Brand smile (of the goofy and vulnerable variety), Mettaton nuzzles his cock, cheek against its side as he locks eyes with Emet-Selch.]
Oh, I'm sure I could find some you'd turn down, with your discerning eye. Haha.
[...Because their tastes ran different, and Mettaton knew that. Especially as Emet-Selch had griped and denied his assistance back when he'd fully lost his sight, the terror of Mettaton's decision-making for his daily wardrobe making him choose nudity or robes. Heaven forbid that his idol of a husband go wild and dress him in something he wouldn't like. They had their own tastes, even when Mettaton thought his tastes were always good. He still respected it, and even enjoyed it, when Emet-Selch's opinion differed from his own.
With a sigh, the cheeky grin dissipates into something sultry and hot, as he turns toward Emet-Selch's erection to further kiss it. If he kisses him sloppily, suction is not made in any bruising way; he latches onto him only to release, silicone lips drifting up, down, and around his shaft, pressed close to his own face by a clawed hand. His silver, black-tipped ears lean forward once more, entirely drawn in by Emet-Selch's body.
And his attention, as Mettaton couldn't help but glance up at him, eager to see his eyes on him. Each time he does, his ears spring up, then nearly flop forward in overcome, electricity coursing hot within the limits of his body... (And he wonders: just where is he to put all of this energy? He squirms; it'd be hard to tell at this angle, but possible, when Mettaton presses his legs tightly together and gasps, his imagination running wild just to envision the heaviness of the cock he'd have...)]
I trust that you'd decorate me impeccably, darling. Any time. I look good in anything, but... [A nearly-sucking kiss right to the tip has Mettaton prodding him with a pink tongue, but not too much: without fluid, he knew too much rubbing would just tug and irritate.] Whatever you choose to adorn me with... will surely catch both our eyes.
[Rings, jewelry, clothes... his come. Mettaton exhales over his cock, kissing him back down his shaft so that he's buried at the root, as Mettaton compresses his stiff cock against his own face for a nuzzle. (He's so rigid, he thought, admiring the firmness that coupled arousal. And firm in addition to that was the spread of his thighs, as a quick glance to the side shows him the way his legs tense under obscene attentions.
(Where would they get lube from? It seemed that with an absence of human residents, so too was there an absence for sex shops... Unless they had just managed to evade Mettaton's notice. How many bottles of lube could they get from how many shards... He'd have to budget for that, while trying to similarly get Emet-Selch's creation powers back, which would solve all the problems.)
With a smirk, and a half-open glance of Emet-Selch's sprawled body before him, Mettaton presses another series of kisses, from his balls to his root, before speaking flush to his body.]
As for you... There's also the appeal in just seeing you totally bare of anything. So much real estate, for jewelry and kisses...
[He doesn't mention the come he'd love to leave him messy with. He closes his eye instead, humming and continuing to lave Emet-Selch's erection with kisses.]
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Oh, I'm sure I could find some you'd turn down, with your discerning eye. Haha.
[...Because their tastes ran different, and Mettaton knew that. Especially as Emet-Selch had griped and denied his assistance back when he'd fully lost his sight, the terror of Mettaton's decision-making for his daily wardrobe making him choose nudity or robes. Heaven forbid that his idol of a husband go wild and dress him in something he wouldn't like. They had their own tastes, even when Mettaton thought his tastes were always good. He still respected it, and even enjoyed it, when Emet-Selch's opinion differed from his own.
With a sigh, the cheeky grin dissipates into something sultry and hot, as he turns toward Emet-Selch's erection to further kiss it. If he kisses him sloppily, suction is not made in any bruising way; he latches onto him only to release, silicone lips drifting up, down, and around his shaft, pressed close to his own face by a clawed hand. His silver, black-tipped ears lean forward once more, entirely drawn in by Emet-Selch's body.
And his attention, as Mettaton couldn't help but glance up at him, eager to see his eyes on him. Each time he does, his ears spring up, then nearly flop forward in overcome, electricity coursing hot within the limits of his body... (And he wonders: just where is he to put all of this energy? He squirms; it'd be hard to tell at this angle, but possible, when Mettaton presses his legs tightly together and gasps, his imagination running wild just to envision the heaviness of the cock he'd have...)]
I trust that you'd decorate me impeccably, darling. Any time. I look good in anything, but... [A nearly-sucking kiss right to the tip has Mettaton prodding him with a pink tongue, but not too much: without fluid, he knew too much rubbing would just tug and irritate.] Whatever you choose to adorn me with... will surely catch both our eyes.
[Rings, jewelry, clothes... his come. Mettaton exhales over his cock, kissing him back down his shaft so that he's buried at the root, as Mettaton compresses his stiff cock against his own face for a nuzzle. (He's so rigid, he thought, admiring the firmness that coupled arousal. And firm in addition to that was the spread of his thighs, as a quick glance to the side shows him the way his legs tense under obscene attentions.
(Where would they get lube from? It seemed that with an absence of human residents, so too was there an absence for sex shops... Unless they had just managed to evade Mettaton's notice. How many bottles of lube could they get from how many shards... He'd have to budget for that, while trying to similarly get Emet-Selch's creation powers back, which would solve all the problems.)
With a smirk, and a half-open glance of Emet-Selch's sprawled body before him, Mettaton presses another series of kisses, from his balls to his root, before speaking flush to his body.]
As for you... There's also the appeal in just seeing you totally bare of anything. So much real estate, for jewelry and kisses...
[He doesn't mention the come he'd love to leave him messy with. He closes his eye instead, humming and continuing to lave Emet-Selch's erection with kisses.]