[Emet-Selch didn't require words to tell him how much he treasured this and wanted it. He could feel it in the lines of his body that shuddered, and in the fierce arousal he presented to him wrapped under the fabric of his robes. In the way he presented swollen, and spilled over with such gusto that Mettaton knew he'd be breathless- and salivating, if both were features he had.
Not that he has any chance to regret not having either of these qualities, as Emet-Selch's release gradually comes to a close, and he slumps into him. Not with the resignation of completion, but with layers of need peeled back, the robot could once more peer into the vacuous depths of desire that seemed to have no end. A loneliness of sorts that had, with time, become a vulnerability all its own, that he doused in Mettaton's intimate company... and when he'd been unable to present himself for such ardent treatment, it had been hard to forget what Mettaton was missing out on. All of this, from the dampness of breath against his neck to the warmth of his body, to the weight of him in full between his legs and the grip on his shoulders... Mettaton gasps at it all, oversensitive and loving it.
Sensitive enough that when Emet-Selch fists the idol's back, he gasps, groans, and both arches his back and squeezes Emet-Selch's body closer. He can't help it when his grip on their cocks also tightens, and Mettaton is better able to feel how much glide the semen beneath his fingertips would provide. Yes... Emet-Selch had been productive, and Mettaton is stunned into amazement at it. There would be no disappointment here, even if he'd be sure to meet such a provocation with the demand for more.
Though a physical twining, they flourished like this, and found emotional refuge as well. Mettaton lets them both sink here, his arm traveling some more about Emet-Selch's body to press him flush to his torso.]
I find you stunning, just like this. [Prone. Open. Engaged. A hidden part of the Ascian that had been locked away, a passion and heat that had been worn down, but was in desperate need of outlet.] I'll treasure you... just as you do, me.
[Mettaton knew Emet-Selch wanted him even before this day, where his wish had bore fruit. But it was because he'd been so desperate to restore to Mettaton a much-beloved sense that he could see the way Emet-Selch loved him, and the way problems were solved in his eyes. Yes... in a way, it reminded him of how Emet-Selch was reluctant to let go of something that had been broken, unwilling to settle for the fractured pieces of people who were once whole. He'd known Mettaton with sensation and touch and the ability to show his arousal- and to settle for less wasn't acceptable, not when there was a possible way to see it restored.
He could've resented it, that Emet-Selch would view him as needing fixed. But when he had all of this back in the moment, and knew how much he needed it, Mettaton could only be achingly thankful - because didn't he need this restoration? He'd have never given up on getting this back, even when he "settled"- but he wanted to feel all of this so, so badly... He squeezes Emet-Selch that bit tighter, and gasps at the sensation of compression.
Any time he found himself overwhelmed, it ran a direct line... to his cock. Because of course he did: Mettaton was aroused by this kind of touch, feeling his lover nearly naked in his lap and so exposed to him in all other ways. His hips shift, and he groans at the express feeling of not just the weight of thighs around his hips, but the texture of skin, the warmth of body heat. He rolls his hips into his own grip just once, feeling the way his erection slid along his mage's with a sigh.
But he finally lets go of their cocks, if just so he can sling his other arm around the smaller man's shoulders. To squeeze him entirely into an embrace, his hand ending up against the back of his neck- welcoming him against his throat.] You feel wonderful against me, Hades. You feel... like my respite.
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Not that he has any chance to regret not having either of these qualities, as Emet-Selch's release gradually comes to a close, and he slumps into him. Not with the resignation of completion, but with layers of need peeled back, the robot could once more peer into the vacuous depths of desire that seemed to have no end. A loneliness of sorts that had, with time, become a vulnerability all its own, that he doused in Mettaton's intimate company... and when he'd been unable to present himself for such ardent treatment, it had been hard to forget what Mettaton was missing out on. All of this, from the dampness of breath against his neck to the warmth of his body, to the weight of him in full between his legs and the grip on his shoulders... Mettaton gasps at it all, oversensitive and loving it.
Sensitive enough that when Emet-Selch fists the idol's back, he gasps, groans, and both arches his back and squeezes Emet-Selch's body closer. He can't help it when his grip on their cocks also tightens, and Mettaton is better able to feel how much glide the semen beneath his fingertips would provide. Yes... Emet-Selch had been productive, and Mettaton is stunned into amazement at it. There would be no disappointment here, even if he'd be sure to meet such a provocation with the demand for more.
Though a physical twining, they flourished like this, and found emotional refuge as well. Mettaton lets them both sink here, his arm traveling some more about Emet-Selch's body to press him flush to his torso.]
I find you stunning, just like this. [Prone. Open. Engaged. A hidden part of the Ascian that had been locked away, a passion and heat that had been worn down, but was in desperate need of outlet.] I'll treasure you... just as you do, me.
[Mettaton knew Emet-Selch wanted him even before this day, where his wish had bore fruit. But it was because he'd been so desperate to restore to Mettaton a much-beloved sense that he could see the way Emet-Selch loved him, and the way problems were solved in his eyes. Yes... in a way, it reminded him of how Emet-Selch was reluctant to let go of something that had been broken, unwilling to settle for the fractured pieces of people who were once whole. He'd known Mettaton with sensation and touch and the ability to show his arousal- and to settle for less wasn't acceptable, not when there was a possible way to see it restored.
He could've resented it, that Emet-Selch would view him as needing fixed. But when he had all of this back in the moment, and knew how much he needed it, Mettaton could only be achingly thankful - because didn't he need this restoration? He'd have never given up on getting this back, even when he "settled"- but he wanted to feel all of this so, so badly... He squeezes Emet-Selch that bit tighter, and gasps at the sensation of compression.
Any time he found himself overwhelmed, it ran a direct line... to his cock. Because of course he did: Mettaton was aroused by this kind of touch, feeling his lover nearly naked in his lap and so exposed to him in all other ways. His hips shift, and he groans at the express feeling of not just the weight of thighs around his hips, but the texture of skin, the warmth of body heat. He rolls his hips into his own grip just once, feeling the way his erection slid along his mage's with a sigh.
But he finally lets go of their cocks, if just so he can sling his other arm around the smaller man's shoulders. To squeeze him entirely into an embrace, his hand ending up against the back of his neck- welcoming him against his throat.] You feel wonderful against me, Hades. You feel... like my respite.