[As Mettaton imagines the flavor of icing, Emet-Selch imagines being slathered in all sorts of things that didn't belong anywhere near his cock. Experimentation he wasn't excited to be on the receiving end of.
Then again, it wasn't as though Mettaton could fuck him... so the questionable and otherwise insufficient slicking potential would come to less harm for him. If it was just to make a stroke or mouthing along his own cock more smooth, it would work, probably.
It was just somewhat off-putting. Where Mettaton curls closer to both him and the egg, Emet-Selch deflates into the couch, his muttering towards the grumpy.]
I'm not anywhere near aroused enough to resort to your creativity.
[He wasn't aroused at all. Even if in Mettaton's company it was easier to think with his dick than at any other point in his life, right now he was at a starting point of 'no' and 'absolutely no'.]
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[As Mettaton imagines the flavor of icing, Emet-Selch imagines being slathered in all sorts of things that didn't belong anywhere near his cock. Experimentation he wasn't excited to be on the receiving end of.
Then again, it wasn't as though Mettaton could fuck him... so the questionable and otherwise insufficient slicking potential would come to less harm for him. If it was just to make a stroke or mouthing along his own cock more smooth, it would work, probably.
It was just somewhat off-putting. Where Mettaton curls closer to both him and the egg, Emet-Selch deflates into the couch, his muttering towards the grumpy.]
I'm not anywhere near aroused enough to resort to your creativity.
[He wasn't aroused at all. Even if in Mettaton's company it was easier to think with his dick than at any other point in his life, right now he was at a starting point of 'no' and 'absolutely no'.]