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Mettaton EX ([personal profile] glitzandglamour) wrote in [personal profile] unsundered 2023-06-10 05:17 am (UTC)

Nnmm...! Ah...

[Oh, that squeeze. Divine. Mettaton's breathless in sound, near static his only response as he attempts to gather his bearings, thrusting in place at the sensation of fingers lost. He doesn't growl or protest his departure, but he does long for the moment where contact's returned—as the idol knows precisely what Emet-Selch's up to.

Groaning against his lips again, Mettaton's pleasure is earned not just through touch, but exploration. After all, he was sensitive all over, and even the sensation of his 'skin' bared to the air has him shuddering. It was chilled compared to his body, and he wanted to be flush with the warmth the Ascian offers already next to his thigh, their bodies close—and even thinking about that attainable future has Mettaton smiling, squirming, excited for what he had to look forward to.

Which made Emet-Selch's state of being clothed excusable. He giggles, pecking him on the lips.]


Yes. But I have two hands, and I want to strip you naked with them.

[Which would happen before they knew it. For now, he was willing to be stripped down first—he has a lot to look forward to, all at once, and they really wouldn't see the end of it.

Emet-Selch's help makes removing the glossy latex easier. Slipped down his knee, the give of the side-zipper makes removing it from his ankles not too difficult, as Mettaton uses his feet to peel tight, stretchy fabric off, with Emet-Selch's help.

With Emet-Selch's eyes on his face, Mettaton's smile turns into a silly grin, at how much he wanted them so close to each other. He sighs, though, and shivers at the sensation of air surrounding his legs—and the temperature of it all, an entirely new sensation to him.]


I want you... so close to my body. [In it. Around it. But Mettaton gazes at him longingly, a bright, full smile on his lips.] But I also want you to look at me, just as much as I want to see what my upgrades are.

[Conceit, sure. But Mettaton is genuinely curious what changes he's endured, and his ankles flex as he uses his toes to finally shuck his new 'pants.' Magic pants, enchanted to handle a prominent package, apparently.

Mettaton's legs are silicone all the way from hip to toe. Seams run over joints, lines dividing his hips to his thighs, or the areas of his knees—but his knees... the seams, cute and doll-like, are heart-shaped. His ankles are lined with plenty, indicating plenty of flexion. But it's overall a puzzle of seams that are appropriately placed, and smooth, proper workmanship on exhibition. Between his legs stands his cock, erect and heavy and hot, with balls settled just as heavily between his thighs—all pink, to boot.

(Up close, it might be obvious that there's some mechanism that could theoretically make his parts detachable... Theoretically.)

As he is, Mettaton sighs, scooting back on the bed with satisfaction as the mage finally has him stripped. He nudges their thighs together, giving Emet-Selch a heavy look.]


I know I want you naked. And I want you flush to me. But, darling... I want you to take a closer look.

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