[It endeared, the jerk of hips, the push of Mettaton's erection against his lips as if to kiss him back with it- or to protest being left out in the cold. A condition he was sympathetic to, and was more than amenable to fixing, considering his own preference, his own longing to fit him all the way into his neck. But for all that he suspected that his lover wouldn't complain about being provided that intensity so soon after one climax, it would still be better for them both to wait a moment. Besides, Emet-Selch wanted to soak in this: the awareness of having just brought Mettaton to release, having the taste of it on his tongue, the feeling of it glazing his lips. The memory of the sounds he'd made, as his body had reacted to the pleasure wracking him.
Taking him back into his mouth already would lead to more than just holding him there. The smaller man also wasn't sure how he'd last through that, and he didn't particularly want to climax with his clothes still on (though it would be more likely an aggravation than a mood-killer, in his current state). The mage huffs at their own impatience, that getting Mettaton's pants off had been as far as they'd gotten, when it came to disrobing them both- but he also couldn't blame them.
Nearly smiling at Mettaton's reply, it gratified in some honest way to hear it, for all that he already knew the answer.]
If I can return to you some measure of the way I feel- then it was worth the price.
[The intangible cost of bringing this back to them. The distastefulness of treating with that Crystal (and their Overseer) at all. He'd do it all again. He'd keep doing it, to restore anything else that would continue to enhance their life.
If Mettaton sought his closeness, close he would remain- as Emet-Selch had no desires that ran remotely contrary to that (beyond wishing he were bared to him too). Though he exhales a shaky breath against the head of his cock, it's followed by a warm and gentle kiss to it. A small portion of his affection for him, delivered unselfconsciously. He would've kissed his lips too, shared the texture of his semen with him, if not its flavor, but he couldn't quite reach him like this.
But from there, he leaves Mettaton's cock for the moment, if not to move far. Only to rest the side of his head against the inside of the robot's bared thigh, nuzzling close into this similarly intimate position. His eyes drift closed for the moment, enjoying the attention to his hair, the sensation of fingers deep within it. His heart was pounding, his body's want consistent, undaunted, uneased, but his manner was otherwise as relaxed as it could be. Appreciating his husband's afterglow, the added nearness his slouch provided, and all evidence of his overcome, he hums quietly to himself.
While he lets one hand drop, the other does remain at Mettaton's length, petting slowly over him with similar signs of affection. Though he'd left him 'clean', at least of come, a sheen of spit remained, glistening. Absently, his fingers spread it further down his cock, not deliberately, but as a part of their simple stroking over him. Marveling over the texture, his closeness- Emet-Selch sighs again, contentedly, nudging his cheek more firmly into his leg.]
You overwhelm, as ever. I know you recall the effect this has on me.
[He was very, very aroused, and can't help but shiver at every touch, at the hands on his back, things he wanted to press into if it wouldn't mean moving away from his spot. But after a pause, he continues, in a quieter voice.]
...I missed this.
[The sex was the means, but this way of bonding with him- he didn't know how they could ever replace it.]
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Taking him back into his mouth already would lead to more than just holding him there. The smaller man also wasn't sure how he'd last through that, and he didn't particularly want to climax with his clothes still on (though it would be more likely an aggravation than a mood-killer, in his current state). The mage huffs at their own impatience, that getting Mettaton's pants off had been as far as they'd gotten, when it came to disrobing them both- but he also couldn't blame them.
Nearly smiling at Mettaton's reply, it gratified in some honest way to hear it, for all that he already knew the answer.]
If I can return to you some measure of the way I feel- then it was worth the price.
[The intangible cost of bringing this back to them. The distastefulness of treating with that Crystal (and their Overseer) at all. He'd do it all again. He'd keep doing it, to restore anything else that would continue to enhance their life.
If Mettaton sought his closeness, close he would remain- as Emet-Selch had no desires that ran remotely contrary to that (beyond wishing he were bared to him too). Though he exhales a shaky breath against the head of his cock, it's followed by a warm and gentle kiss to it. A small portion of his affection for him, delivered unselfconsciously. He would've kissed his lips too, shared the texture of his semen with him, if not its flavor, but he couldn't quite reach him like this.
But from there, he leaves Mettaton's cock for the moment, if not to move far. Only to rest the side of his head against the inside of the robot's bared thigh, nuzzling close into this similarly intimate position. His eyes drift closed for the moment, enjoying the attention to his hair, the sensation of fingers deep within it. His heart was pounding, his body's want consistent, undaunted, uneased, but his manner was otherwise as relaxed as it could be. Appreciating his husband's afterglow, the added nearness his slouch provided, and all evidence of his overcome, he hums quietly to himself.
While he lets one hand drop, the other does remain at Mettaton's length, petting slowly over him with similar signs of affection. Though he'd left him 'clean', at least of come, a sheen of spit remained, glistening. Absently, his fingers spread it further down his cock, not deliberately, but as a part of their simple stroking over him. Marveling over the texture, his closeness- Emet-Selch sighs again, contentedly, nudging his cheek more firmly into his leg.]
You overwhelm, as ever. I know you recall the effect this has on me.
[He was very, very aroused, and can't help but shiver at every touch, at the hands on his back, things he wanted to press into if it wouldn't mean moving away from his spot. But after a pause, he continues, in a quieter voice.]
...I missed this.
[The sex was the means, but this way of bonding with him- he didn't know how they could ever replace it.]