[Could Mettaton manage a cock even as a rectangle? Likely so, once he figured out the ropes. But there was another, better reason to change into his EX form, and his display flickers between red and yellow to accompany his fondness- and his overwhelm, at being so held and kissed. He shudders a sigh, petting over Emet-Selch's back once more, encouragingly.]
Hades...
[These are sensations he missed. He missed them so much that it hurt doubly when it was highlighted that he lacked them, or when it made him feel that much less real... though he knew Emet-Selch, too, was suffering in his own right, isolated and reaching. In its way it still hurts to know that this was stripped from him... but with it returned, the air itself reminded him how tangible he really was. And every kiss applied reminded him of the chill of saliva, of the way lips were warm, only to leave you cold without. A cause for more kisses, of course, until they were both overheated.
As Mettaton feels that chill, juxtaposed against that warmth. And Emet-Selch's body- warm, pressed flush to him, and he could just imagine the way he'd feel straddled over his lap... Electricity courses through him again, in a way he missed, in a way he couldn't feel before- and he wondered, then, if this was some indication of how Emet-Selch's wish manifested. The very notion that he could properly exhibit his arousal, combined with the way Emet-Selch gripped him and kissed him, elicits a groan from the affected robot, who clutches his prize, tattoo luminous and alive with their connection.]
I can think of a lot of good reasons to transform... So, I will. [Which meant that they needed a little bit of separation again, as Mettaton lifts his hands and gingerly coaxes Emet-Selch back by his shoulders.] Not least of all... how it feels to kiss your lips, and show you my heat.
[And, of course, explore the wild world of magically-induced dick. However that would go.
Properly separated from Emet-Selch, the idol's quick to activate his transformation. Just enough of a fog (scentless and benign, really just for show) is released to obscure the grisly parts of a mechanical transformation, as Mettaton's body is reconfigured, metal planes replaced with the curves of a humanoid body. And even before that smokescreen entirely clears, Mettaton gasps.]
Oh! Ohh, my...
[The robot finds himself leaping to his feet. Adjusting his footing, his legs... before shuddering intensely, metal trembling with him. With a grunt he so obviously, and shamelessly, handles his crotch, palming it. Voice hitching at the sensation alone, he presses his thighs together, glancing down his body (and leaning enough so that he could peer over his ample chest).
Emet-Selch would find nothing special there. But Mettaton's behavior suggests otherwise. No bulge, no cock. Mettaton hesitates.]
I... feel something, though... [Discoveries await them, apparently. Mettaton doesn't seem discouraged... but restlessly he shifts, examining his body in the wake of clearing haze.]
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Hades...
[These are sensations he missed. He missed them so much that it hurt doubly when it was highlighted that he lacked them, or when it made him feel that much less real... though he knew Emet-Selch, too, was suffering in his own right, isolated and reaching. In its way it still hurts to know that this was stripped from him... but with it returned, the air itself reminded him how tangible he really was. And every kiss applied reminded him of the chill of saliva, of the way lips were warm, only to leave you cold without. A cause for more kisses, of course, until they were both overheated.
As Mettaton feels that chill, juxtaposed against that warmth. And Emet-Selch's body- warm, pressed flush to him, and he could just imagine the way he'd feel straddled over his lap... Electricity courses through him again, in a way he missed, in a way he couldn't feel before- and he wondered, then, if this was some indication of how Emet-Selch's wish manifested. The very notion that he could properly exhibit his arousal, combined with the way Emet-Selch gripped him and kissed him, elicits a groan from the affected robot, who clutches his prize, tattoo luminous and alive with their connection.]
I can think of a lot of good reasons to transform... So, I will. [Which meant that they needed a little bit of separation again, as Mettaton lifts his hands and gingerly coaxes Emet-Selch back by his shoulders.] Not least of all... how it feels to kiss your lips, and show you my heat.
[And, of course, explore the wild world of magically-induced dick. However that would go.
Properly separated from Emet-Selch, the idol's quick to activate his transformation. Just enough of a fog (scentless and benign, really just for show) is released to obscure the grisly parts of a mechanical transformation, as Mettaton's body is reconfigured, metal planes replaced with the curves of a humanoid body. And even before that smokescreen entirely clears, Mettaton gasps.]
Oh! Ohh, my...
[The robot finds himself leaping to his feet. Adjusting his footing, his legs... before shuddering intensely, metal trembling with him. With a grunt he so obviously, and shamelessly, handles his crotch, palming it. Voice hitching at the sensation alone, he presses his thighs together, glancing down his body (and leaning enough so that he could peer over his ample chest).
Emet-Selch would find nothing special there. But Mettaton's behavior suggests otherwise. No bulge, no cock. Mettaton hesitates.]
I... feel something, though... [Discoveries await them, apparently. Mettaton doesn't seem discouraged... but restlessly he shifts, examining his body in the wake of clearing haze.]