[Nudging him after their kiss, Mettaton can tell Emet-Selch stalled—and he affectionately presses their noses together, before coming in for a follow-up kiss of his own.]
Come on. Is it really so bad, imagining me pleasantly licking up your shaft... chasing dribbles of thick, white icing? [Okay, now he's being forward. Another sigh later, as MTT only barely skirts away from imagining it too vividly, too deeply, as well as evading the need to detail too far.] I would enjoy it, for one. Both cleaning you up...
[Pulling back just far enough to meet his gaze, Mettaton's hand wanders from Emet-Selch's chest and settles, fingers wound against the back of his head. He strokes warmly and slowly over the back of his neck, a comfortable proximity where another kiss felt more than achievable to follow, if he so wanted it—and he finds he does, as he licks his lips idly.
But he has more to say, and he smiles. Not quite flustered, but self-aware of his own impossible wants, he still enjoys the thought of how the two of them could engage in a kitchen setting.]
...And seeing you in a cute apron. Just shy of covering too much of your lap. Oh la la... Talk about a dream come true! [With a smile, Mettaton leans in to nuzzle Emet-Selch again, his lips a breath against Emet-Selch's.] Of course, I'd love the reverse, too... Wouldn't you like me, wearing barely anything for you and suggestively marked up in icing?
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Come on. Is it really so bad, imagining me pleasantly licking up your shaft... chasing dribbles of thick, white icing? [Okay, now he's being forward. Another sigh later, as MTT only barely skirts away from imagining it too vividly, too deeply, as well as evading the need to detail too far.] I would enjoy it, for one. Both cleaning you up...
[Pulling back just far enough to meet his gaze, Mettaton's hand wanders from Emet-Selch's chest and settles, fingers wound against the back of his head. He strokes warmly and slowly over the back of his neck, a comfortable proximity where another kiss felt more than achievable to follow, if he so wanted it—and he finds he does, as he licks his lips idly.
But he has more to say, and he smiles. Not quite flustered, but self-aware of his own impossible wants, he still enjoys the thought of how the two of them could engage in a kitchen setting.]
...And seeing you in a cute apron. Just shy of covering too much of your lap. Oh la la... Talk about a dream come true! [With a smile, Mettaton leans in to nuzzle Emet-Selch again, his lips a breath against Emet-Selch's.] Of course, I'd love the reverse, too... Wouldn't you like me, wearing barely anything for you and suggestively marked up in icing?