[Of course he knew he loved him. Mettaton smiles bright at Emet-Selch's confession, and continues to smile into the kiss applied to his lips. With energy he meets it, lips parting to catch Emet-Selch's kiss with one of his own, a flick of his tongue, a sloppy painting of Emet-Selch's lip with himself... for all that he still lacked saliva and taste. Those senses hadn't been restored to him. But it was likely to be restored soon enough—it just meant that Mettaton wouldn't have any chance to taste that which they enjoyed.
But they do have this, and so much more, as Mettaton's reminded of it with the pressure around his base twined in with a kiss. Mettaton's entire body jolts, and a pleasured groan passes through his throat while his hips jerk immediately to press as firmly as he can into Emet-Selch's touch. Even his own sound is muffled by their kiss, which he returns no less ardently, a hand venturing to Emet-Selch's lap to grab onto a fistful of fabric for stability. The curling of his fingertips nearly skirts the smaller man's erection, and that would've been his handle to grab were the stars aligned just right.
As it is, Mettaton's leaning into Emet-Selch too, legs twitching, shifting, knees pressing together thanks to their overall restraint. Those pants would do to be removed to grant him the full expanse of his flexibility, and it would be a worthwhile result eventually—but even Mettaton's lost in their kiss, in Emet-Selch's touch, in the spark of their chemistry charging the air that chills him.
It's amazing, really. This does feel right—but not long ago and they would feel unable to communicate their love. Maybe it was because they had such a pleasurable time together in sex... and it was immense vulnerability. Where else could they deliberately give themselves over like this, in deepening intimacy that felt so good? He could practically feel his lover's heart as his own, even its heartbeat something he could feel as his... even when he himself possessed plenty of sensation to keep track of.
Mettaton meets his tenderness with a fiery rendition of his own, deep and hot. But soft—and Mettaton breaks it on accident with a moan, as the mage pets up his cock, squeezing him up to his glans with a firmness that Mettaton recognized. Falling right back into familiar rhythms, it welcomes Mettaton readily.]
H... Hades... Ah...
[Even though he's not actively thinking about their lube situation, he's aware of it. But they could get creative just as they are; even if they struggled before, lacking lubricant wouldn't keep them from indulgence, even if there were moments where they longed for deep, full penetration. But there's so much else he could think to do as they are—pushing past Emet-Selch's lips, feeling the smaller man rapturously swallow around his cock and relish the fullness of his neck... feeling the smaller man kiss him up and down, melding his lips along his shaft. Or just the pleasure of being naked together.
...That "nakedness" was an achievable state for Mettaton makes him smile, the absurdity of it not lost on him. Little things and major ones—Mettaton sighs, slipping comfortably against his husband's side as he watches his fingers drift along his length, before glancing back to his face with lips parted, heat building in his body.]
We... We have even more to catch up on now. Hah... [Both sex they missed out on, and all of the dimensions they had to take each other—in new ways and familiar. But more than that, they had a lot of expressing they could accomplish like this.
While Emet-Selch pulls at his cock, fingers forming a ring beneath the head, Mettaton shifts his legs to continue working fabric down his thighs. But the grip he has on Emet-Selch's robes is a reminder too:] I want you stripped too, you know.
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But they do have this, and so much more, as Mettaton's reminded of it with the pressure around his base twined in with a kiss. Mettaton's entire body jolts, and a pleasured groan passes through his throat while his hips jerk immediately to press as firmly as he can into Emet-Selch's touch. Even his own sound is muffled by their kiss, which he returns no less ardently, a hand venturing to Emet-Selch's lap to grab onto a fistful of fabric for stability. The curling of his fingertips nearly skirts the smaller man's erection, and that would've been his handle to grab were the stars aligned just right.
As it is, Mettaton's leaning into Emet-Selch too, legs twitching, shifting, knees pressing together thanks to their overall restraint. Those pants would do to be removed to grant him the full expanse of his flexibility, and it would be a worthwhile result eventually—but even Mettaton's lost in their kiss, in Emet-Selch's touch, in the spark of their chemistry charging the air that chills him.
It's amazing, really. This does feel right—but not long ago and they would feel unable to communicate their love. Maybe it was because they had such a pleasurable time together in sex... and it was immense vulnerability. Where else could they deliberately give themselves over like this, in deepening intimacy that felt so good? He could practically feel his lover's heart as his own, even its heartbeat something he could feel as his... even when he himself possessed plenty of sensation to keep track of.
Mettaton meets his tenderness with a fiery rendition of his own, deep and hot. But soft—and Mettaton breaks it on accident with a moan, as the mage pets up his cock, squeezing him up to his glans with a firmness that Mettaton recognized. Falling right back into familiar rhythms, it welcomes Mettaton readily.]
H... Hades... Ah...
[Even though he's not actively thinking about their lube situation, he's aware of it. But they could get creative just as they are; even if they struggled before, lacking lubricant wouldn't keep them from indulgence, even if there were moments where they longed for deep, full penetration. But there's so much else he could think to do as they are—pushing past Emet-Selch's lips, feeling the smaller man rapturously swallow around his cock and relish the fullness of his neck... feeling the smaller man kiss him up and down, melding his lips along his shaft. Or just the pleasure of being naked together.
...That "nakedness" was an achievable state for Mettaton makes him smile, the absurdity of it not lost on him. Little things and major ones—Mettaton sighs, slipping comfortably against his husband's side as he watches his fingers drift along his length, before glancing back to his face with lips parted, heat building in his body.]
We... We have even more to catch up on now. Hah... [Both sex they missed out on, and all of the dimensions they had to take each other—in new ways and familiar. But more than that, they had a lot of expressing they could accomplish like this.
While Emet-Selch pulls at his cock, fingers forming a ring beneath the head, Mettaton shifts his legs to continue working fabric down his thighs. But the grip he has on Emet-Selch's robes is a reminder too:] I want you stripped too, you know.