[Maybe his dislike and dismissal of it was rooted in the same hesitation that had led him to be less open to the idea of sex at all. Another means of putting off what he didn't want to put off, the intimacy that he missed. But from flower-based illness as an excuse, there was now the lack of ready lubrication to further serve as a delay. And possibly a dragon egg as well, to be in the way, to get between them. And as Mettaton moves tighter between his legs, in a gesture that felt less seductive and more a seeking of security, he felt guilty all over again.
Guilt and frustration were an uncomfortable mix, but his ambivalence remained, even as he wrapped an arm around Mettaton with a sigh as the other man kisses his cheek.]
Well, even were you exactly as you were before, this is something we would have to find a solution to.
[For full penetrative purposes rather than fellatio-related, but still. They would've had to work out an answer for themselves at some point, and it was still one that he hoped wouldn't include ingredients. That would never appeal to him. But as for what other options there were outside lube/icing:]
What do- [He snorts at the question, glancing aside.] Most men are less particular than I.
[Which was to say that he'd never felt so pressed as to grab for something, anything, to rub on his erection. Before Mettaton, he hadn't given much thought to his libido, but he would have assumed it to be low, or understandably dampened by the end of the world.]
Choice varies based on technological era, and degree of desperation. [His tone is as dry as his cock, and as disinterested in the idea. But in the end he concedes:] Your instinct towards oils isn't wrong.
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Guilt and frustration were an uncomfortable mix, but his ambivalence remained, even as he wrapped an arm around Mettaton with a sigh as the other man kisses his cheek.]
Well, even were you exactly as you were before, this is something we would have to find a solution to.
[For full penetrative purposes rather than fellatio-related, but still. They would've had to work out an answer for themselves at some point, and it was still one that he hoped wouldn't include ingredients. That would never appeal to him. But as for what other options there were outside lube/icing:]
What do- [He snorts at the question, glancing aside.] Most men are less particular than I.
[Which was to say that he'd never felt so pressed as to grab for something, anything, to rub on his erection. Before Mettaton, he hadn't given much thought to his libido, but he would have assumed it to be low, or understandably dampened by the end of the world.]
Choice varies based on technological era, and degree of desperation. [His tone is as dry as his cock, and as disinterested in the idea. But in the end he concedes:] Your instinct towards oils isn't wrong.