[Aefenglom was surprisingly horny, perhaps even made more so by its pretense of public restraint. By its rigidity in what it expected from its witches and monsters, each to understand and to conform to their place in society. That is, with monsters docile and condescended to, with their witches expected to keep them in line. But in the privacy of the bedroom, how often did those roles reverse...? (Not that they'd kept up any pretense themselves, on either front.)
Here, though. Even though Emet-Selch had arrived in the middle of a celebration of love, it had all been reasonably chaste. He really hadn't been looking, then, but nothing in his memory stood out as being explicitly sexual either....
A return of the Ascian's powers would solve all their problems in that regard. He'd even claim that it would be cheaper in the long term, considering the amount of lube they went through, the number of accessories they used (not that it had been an issue as of yet, considering everything that kept them from indulging as they were accustomed). Which didn't solve their problems in the short term....
A situation that Mettaton proffers a solution to, as reasonable as anything.]
...Butter. [As though he hadn't quite heard him or understood him correctly. His own gaze is fixed right back on him.] You want to use... butter, as a replacement for lube?
['You've thought about putting butter on my cock' is something he thinks but doesn't say, doesn't wish to actually voice and realize the truth of it.]
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Here, though. Even though Emet-Selch had arrived in the middle of a celebration of love, it had all been reasonably chaste. He really hadn't been looking, then, but nothing in his memory stood out as being explicitly sexual either....
A return of the Ascian's powers would solve all their problems in that regard. He'd even claim that it would be cheaper in the long term, considering the amount of lube they went through, the number of accessories they used (not that it had been an issue as of yet, considering everything that kept them from indulging as they were accustomed). Which didn't solve their problems in the short term....
A situation that Mettaton proffers a solution to, as reasonable as anything.]
...Butter. [As though he hadn't quite heard him or understood him correctly. His own gaze is fixed right back on him.] You want to use... butter, as a replacement for lube?
['You've thought about putting butter on my cock' is something he thinks but doesn't say, doesn't wish to actually voice and realize the truth of it.]