[Emet-Selch knew it wasn't in his best interest to be made raw, especially not so soon, when they hopefully had many rounds ahead of them. He didn't know what kind of stamina his lover's new circumstances entailed, and while he expected it to outstrip his own as it ever had, that didn't mean he didn't wish to keep up for as long as he could.
Which would be more difficult if skin ripped (and he didn't trust his healing to be good enough to fix something like that) somewhere so sensitive... which doesn't keep him from vocalizing his want, from jerking into Mettaton's touch in search of more of it. Of course, all of that frustration bleeds away when climax hits him hard- and when Mettaton rewards him with a milking grasp, made slicker now by the mage's own ejaculate. Their groans mix as his come is spread between them, its presence erotic most of all, and secondarily a source of lubrication- but it was the best they had for now.
And he felt more than encouraged, inspired to leave as full a load as his body was capable of. But no matter how he's squeezed, their paired lengths slickly pulled, and no matter how much he adored it, how arousing he found it, there was a limit to what he could produce in one climax. Choking on a gasp, his shudders turn to trembles as he gradually collapses into Mettaton's hold. Relieved but still desperate, as though this had done the opposite of sating him, but instead torn back open some limitless depth, the smaller man clings to his robotic partner. Caught completely, in ways deeper than even the security of this physical hold, he clings to him.
He'd missed this... so much. But he doesn't reiterate those words, for all that he felt them with ever more depth now. That he could let himself be captured, that Mettaton could keep him, could feel him with the detail that they both deserved- he'd needed it, more than he ever knew.
It was often enough that their climaxes ran in sequence rather than concurrently, as they were endlessly inspired by one another, pulled back in over and over. As he could feel- so, so clearly- how stiff his husband had been made, and knew from experience how attending to it would cause his own fading erection to return. Nuzzling damply, heavily, against Mettaton's neck, he can't bring himself to leave the security of it yet. Overwhelmed emotionally just as surely as he was physically- and how closely the two had become conflated, to him- that it was possible for these sensations, these feelings to continue....
Unconsciously, his fingers dig into Mettaton's back, into materials that never gave to him. He was the only one to give way, and does so willingly, desperately. His trembles further serve to nudge their cocks together, and as sensitive as he was, he wouldn't think of doing anything to change it.]
You... you have me. Mettaton....
[His voice is a whisper, barely given against silicone. He couldn't think to comment on his load, to ask whether he'd given Mettaton the glazing he'd wanted (a rhetorical question anyway; he knew he'd done nothing to disappoint). He couldn't say anything like that, deliberately provocative, teasing or smug. He felt too raw for it, the intimate attention Mettaton provided for them both encouraging this maintained vulnerability.]
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Which would be more difficult if skin ripped (and he didn't trust his healing to be good enough to fix something like that) somewhere so sensitive... which doesn't keep him from vocalizing his want, from jerking into Mettaton's touch in search of more of it. Of course, all of that frustration bleeds away when climax hits him hard- and when Mettaton rewards him with a milking grasp, made slicker now by the mage's own ejaculate. Their groans mix as his come is spread between them, its presence erotic most of all, and secondarily a source of lubrication- but it was the best they had for now.
And he felt more than encouraged, inspired to leave as full a load as his body was capable of. But no matter how he's squeezed, their paired lengths slickly pulled, and no matter how much he adored it, how arousing he found it, there was a limit to what he could produce in one climax. Choking on a gasp, his shudders turn to trembles as he gradually collapses into Mettaton's hold. Relieved but still desperate, as though this had done the opposite of sating him, but instead torn back open some limitless depth, the smaller man clings to his robotic partner. Caught completely, in ways deeper than even the security of this physical hold, he clings to him.
He'd missed this... so much. But he doesn't reiterate those words, for all that he felt them with ever more depth now. That he could let himself be captured, that Mettaton could keep him, could feel him with the detail that they both deserved- he'd needed it, more than he ever knew.
It was often enough that their climaxes ran in sequence rather than concurrently, as they were endlessly inspired by one another, pulled back in over and over. As he could feel- so, so clearly- how stiff his husband had been made, and knew from experience how attending to it would cause his own fading erection to return. Nuzzling damply, heavily, against Mettaton's neck, he can't bring himself to leave the security of it yet. Overwhelmed emotionally just as surely as he was physically- and how closely the two had become conflated, to him- that it was possible for these sensations, these feelings to continue....
Unconsciously, his fingers dig into Mettaton's back, into materials that never gave to him. He was the only one to give way, and does so willingly, desperately. His trembles further serve to nudge their cocks together, and as sensitive as he was, he wouldn't think of doing anything to change it.]
You... you have me. Mettaton....
[His voice is a whisper, barely given against silicone. He couldn't think to comment on his load, to ask whether he'd given Mettaton the glazing he'd wanted (a rhetorical question anyway; he knew he'd done nothing to disappoint). He couldn't say anything like that, deliberately provocative, teasing or smug. He felt too raw for it, the intimate attention Mettaton provided for them both encouraging this maintained vulnerability.]