[It was something akin to the wondering of how Emet-Selch would continue to love him as a ghost, bereft of a body. ...And in that circumstance, there would most definitely be no sexual contact between them, though the robot had hope that it was possible to have some contact at all. But in that case the same goal applied: fix things. An admirble goal, that Mettaton was ultimately on board with, even though insecurity would plague him in the meanwhile.
Luckily, a prominent chunk of what they were missing has been dealt withhhhh right now, and Mettaton could feel the pressure with which Emet-Selch was squeezed to his chest. He could sigh breathlessly, as though his chest's been compressed of air, but he adored the pressure. He pets over his neck, and kisses ardently his neck, appreciative of its offering- and of the specific sensation of Emet-Selch's voice against his lips. They part, and Mettaton takes more of a mouthful of a kiss, though he doesn't deliberately try to apply any suction, given his lack of damp. He loves the sensation all the same, and wants to express that.
(Eventually, saliva would have to be a wish. Have to be. If his body could produce ejaculate somehow, it would have to produce saliva... and he wanted to better kiss and mark up his husband.)]
Hades... [His voice is soft and warm, lips moving against his neck. ] I love you too- and believe in you, dear. Ever reliable, you are.
[Even when he came to this world, he had spent his evenings with the fierce belief that his lover would arrive here to join him... even if he lost his memories, even if he couldn't remember him. Mettaton had plans for that situation, should it ever arise- and he was ready for anything. He was even ready to wait months... but he was also determined to find him, should he not manifest.
But he also got through lonely evenings with him close to his heart. With the belief that he would show up and rejoin him. So that he could lean upon him; so that he could watch Emet-Selch in those quiet moments, where the smaller man lived between seconds without the pressure of duty save for the support he was as his husband. To watch him meet his beaming with a small smile of his own, and to share instants with him. And...
To share this. Explorations of each other, when they were all that mattered in the world- Mettaton sighs, kissing Emet-Selch some more as he leans into him. Smiling against his neck, he encourages Emet-Selch deeper onto his lap- slipping him closer to his cock, so that they didn't merely touch, but sidled against each other's lengths, roots firmly riding against one another. Mettaton nearly groans, slowly and shortly rolling his hips with want.]
Mmm... Why don't you... see what else this body of mine has to offer? Some... closer examination.
[Though he quite enjoyed the feeling of Emet-Selch on his lap. He wouldn't mind having this exercised some more... but he also wouldn't mind it to be groped, pressed in other ways- sat on, kissed, swallowed, teased, he wanted it all, and squirms with every imagining, with the present sensation of Emet-Selch heavied in his lap, legs spread around his hips. He can't help it when he shifts him even closer, forcing the mage to settle more firmly against his root.]
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Luckily, a prominent chunk of what they were missing has been dealt withhhhh right now, and Mettaton could feel the pressure with which Emet-Selch was squeezed to his chest. He could sigh breathlessly, as though his chest's been compressed of air, but he adored the pressure. He pets over his neck, and kisses ardently his neck, appreciative of its offering- and of the specific sensation of Emet-Selch's voice against his lips. They part, and Mettaton takes more of a mouthful of a kiss, though he doesn't deliberately try to apply any suction, given his lack of damp. He loves the sensation all the same, and wants to express that.
(Eventually, saliva would have to be a wish. Have to be. If his body could produce ejaculate somehow, it would have to produce saliva... and he wanted to better kiss and mark up his husband.)]
Hades... [His voice is soft and warm, lips moving against his neck. ] I love you too- and believe in you, dear. Ever reliable, you are.
[Even when he came to this world, he had spent his evenings with the fierce belief that his lover would arrive here to join him... even if he lost his memories, even if he couldn't remember him. Mettaton had plans for that situation, should it ever arise- and he was ready for anything. He was even ready to wait months... but he was also determined to find him, should he not manifest.
But he also got through lonely evenings with him close to his heart. With the belief that he would show up and rejoin him. So that he could lean upon him; so that he could watch Emet-Selch in those quiet moments, where the smaller man lived between seconds without the pressure of duty save for the support he was as his husband. To watch him meet his beaming with a small smile of his own, and to share instants with him. And...
To share this. Explorations of each other, when they were all that mattered in the world- Mettaton sighs, kissing Emet-Selch some more as he leans into him. Smiling against his neck, he encourages Emet-Selch deeper onto his lap- slipping him closer to his cock, so that they didn't merely touch, but sidled against each other's lengths, roots firmly riding against one another. Mettaton nearly groans, slowly and shortly rolling his hips with want.]
Mmm... Why don't you... see what else this body of mine has to offer? Some... closer examination.
[Though he quite enjoyed the feeling of Emet-Selch on his lap. He wouldn't mind having this exercised some more... but he also wouldn't mind it to be groped, pressed in other ways- sat on, kissed, swallowed, teased, he wanted it all, and squirms with every imagining, with the present sensation of Emet-Selch heavied in his lap, legs spread around his hips. He can't help it when he shifts him even closer, forcing the mage to settle more firmly against his root.]