[MTT would have to agree that it was a form of love indeed, to know that someone would die should the threat of exposure come into being. The robot smiles fondly down at the smaller man, their silent acknowledgement something worth a heady smille, a simmering ardor in itself... And Emet-Selch always invites kisses just by existing, he thought. It's not that Mettaton resists in the moment, but that he has other things to tend to.
Like the movement of robes, and the situation of his own body between Emet-Selch's legs. The couch isn't one the idol shopped for and it is quite small, if an average-sized couch by most standards. To them, it's small, and Emet-Selch makes room for his larger husband by readily spreading his thighs. As a result, his leg's made to go off the edge. It was only natural that Mettaton would hike up the plentiful fabric, especially because this creates even more of a nest at his lap.
The robot grins.]
It's hard, Hades-dearest. To avoid crushing you.
[Because he was so satisfying to press against, to deposit the full of his weight as firmly as possible against him. His body can take it, and the smaller man was a delight to feel underneath him, for every shift of his body and every change of it besides... Mettaton sighs as he settles, curling around the egg as he arches around his husband, setting nicely between spread legs. Stradling him, half-way to scooping him into his lap, Mettaton hums comfortably.]
Now that you mention it... No, nobody's told me how long. Two weeks, to a month?
[As Mettaton generates... snail trivia, and ascribes it to a dragon. He blinks doown at the shell and flashes Emet-Selch a smile, deciding that his answer should suffice, as that's how long a snail hatches so why not a dragon? It doesn't matter; Mettaton waves it off.]
I'm sure we can look into it. Maybe at the library. [No, he hasn't tried yet, and will likely hear from someone who has before he meets failure.] For now, we just need to focus on each other, right? If affection and cuddling is key, we've a lot of that between us, you and I. Hmm...
[Natural inclination indeed... Mettaton squirms closer, wrapping his arms around Emet-Selch starting from around his chest after tucking his hands underneath Emet-Selch's arms. His hands wander to meet squarely in the middle of his back, and the robot finds himself a spot secured between legs, warmly cradling that egg between their bodies. ...Of course, every so often Mettaton's body collides with its sturdy shell, and a soft impact's made, but it'll be fine.]
... I was thinking, Hades. About our future here, and what we want together. I'd just been at the Crystal, before I fell in this business about dragons and egg-rearing. [His smile sobers slightly, but his eye remains bright with hope and love.] So I wanted first to share this with you.
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Like the movement of robes, and the situation of his own body between Emet-Selch's legs. The couch isn't one the idol shopped for and it is quite small, if an average-sized couch by most standards. To them, it's small, and Emet-Selch makes room for his larger husband by readily spreading his thighs. As a result, his leg's made to go off the edge. It was only natural that Mettaton would hike up the plentiful fabric, especially because this creates even more of a nest at his lap.
The robot grins.]
It's hard, Hades-dearest. To avoid crushing you.
[Because he was so satisfying to press against, to deposit the full of his weight as firmly as possible against him. His body can take it, and the smaller man was a delight to feel underneath him, for every shift of his body and every change of it besides... Mettaton sighs as he settles, curling around the egg as he arches around his husband, setting nicely between spread legs. Stradling him, half-way to scooping him into his lap, Mettaton hums comfortably.]
Now that you mention it... No, nobody's told me how long. Two weeks, to a month?
[As Mettaton generates... snail trivia, and ascribes it to a dragon. He blinks doown at the shell and flashes Emet-Selch a smile, deciding that his answer should suffice, as that's how long a snail hatches so why not a dragon? It doesn't matter; Mettaton waves it off.]
I'm sure we can look into it. Maybe at the library. [No, he hasn't tried yet, and will likely hear from someone who has before he meets failure.] For now, we just need to focus on each other, right? If affection and cuddling is key, we've a lot of that between us, you and I. Hmm...
[Natural inclination indeed... Mettaton squirms closer, wrapping his arms around Emet-Selch starting from around his chest after tucking his hands underneath Emet-Selch's arms. His hands wander to meet squarely in the middle of his back, and the robot finds himself a spot secured between legs, warmly cradling that egg between their bodies. ...Of course, every so often Mettaton's body collides with its sturdy shell, and a soft impact's made, but it'll be fine.]
... I was thinking, Hades. About our future here, and what we want together. I'd just been at the Crystal, before I fell in this business about dragons and egg-rearing. [His smile sobers slightly, but his eye remains bright with hope and love.] So I wanted first to share this with you.