unsundered: (★250)
Emet-Selch ([personal profile] unsundered) wrote 2023-06-10 06:14 pm (UTC)

[A soft, gratified sound leaves his throat at the sensation of fingers winding in his hair. Another familiar sensation, and while he'd felt it before since he'd arrived on this star, he hadn't in this precise positioning. Which added to the sense of feeling welcomed, of belonging in this place with his lips pressed to warm silicone(?), to a body that reacted more than any organic partner he'd ever had.

Though Emet-Selch could also feel Mettaton's attempt at restraint, that the way he jerked his hips wasn't with the force the other man could exert. And while it was nice, while he appreciates his lover's effort to control himself- no small part of him wanted to feel him let go, to be forced to move without any hope of holding out. But he was sympathetic towards what Mettaton must be facing. A body's worth of sensitivity restored at once, with an erection being kissed, stroked, attended to by someone who loved him; how could he expect him to hold on?

The Ascian couldn't help but shudder himself from a rush of overwhelm, as his hand strokes downward to fondle the robot's balls, as if testing them for realism. Or just appreciating their weight, their warmth, just as he was doing with Mettaton's cock and his face, his own skin somewhat flushed by now. Kissing heatedly, deliberately open-mouthed and sloppily up his shaft, it's only when his lips catch on the head that he glances upward again, towards his lover's face. Warmed by his laugh, by every evidence of both arousal and pleasure, his eyes half-close to leave a lingering, sucking kiss to the side of his glans. Keeping him steady with his other hand, he shows every evidence of enjoying himself- and every intent to continue doing so, for as long as either of their bodies held out.]


Mm... it will do, then, for a start. Won't it?

[He speaks with lips flush to him. Because this wouldn't be enough, not for either of them. Even had things been normal they could act as though they'd been pent up for years- and this time they really had gone without for a while. Longer than they'd ever been, since they'd first encountered each other. There was no hope of resisting, not when every instinct told him this was required; they'd each gone too long without this base method of possessiveness displayed.

Accepting Mettaton's leg around him with another approving sound, its weight was familiar even if it wasn't quite like anything that he'd dealt with from him before. But it was a reason to stay close, to remain where he was for right now, even if he wasn't strictly trapped there. There was everything to want, to hope for, but right now, seeing Mettaton off like this, as he knelt between his legs, it appealed terribly.

Unable to resist when he was right there, and not wanting to give Mettaton any cause to jerk his hips anywhere but with his cock properly aligned, he takes the head of him wholly into his mouth. Taking as much as he comfortably could, for that matter- he groans around his mouthful, sucking steadily over him as his hand tightens around his girth.]

Post a comment in response:

This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting