[It's true. Mettaton often pursued what he wanted. In broad daylight in a crowd with their eyes trained on him? ...Passes that weren't so subtle is what would come from him, especially now that he's dipped his toes into societies where sex was even an attraction. If desirous, he would make it obvious... and if caught stealing away with his husband, hand-in-hand and totally entranced by his silhouette, he wouldn't deny that he was lured by him, and needed some alone time.
But all of that was for Emet-Selch alone.
If he had the ears for it they'd perk at Emet-Selch's grumbling, the awareness that he had been pricked by something (other than his cock). He'd have to examine that later, once they weren't so busy enjoying the notion and sensation of Mettaton exposing his feelings. He would've shared it anyway, but he felt particularly pleased to share his feelings and let Emet-Selch live through his experience vicariously- because he could tell his husband was enjoying his enjoyment, and felt touched not just for that, but for the fact that he wished for it at all. He deserved to know his feelings.
The mage is quick to take action, to obey as desired- and Mettaton gasps preemptively, even before his hand has a chance to wrap around his length. Fingertips send sparks through his body, each enough to blank his mind, as he shudders and shifts, rocking his hips side to side in anticipation- and groaning, hard and sharp, when he wraps his fingers around his girth. His entire package is cupped, and Mettaton nearly whines, before exhaling in satisfaction to imagine how Emet-Selch would perceive his pleasure, and enjoy his size. The way he can wrap around his cock, and stroke over his cock using the slickness of semen. His own lips part, and he gasps, body stuttering as much as his vocals do.]
Oh- ohh-- Like...
[Like this, indeed. Pressure is combatted by pressure; Mettaton's thighs shift under Emet-Selch, squeezing closer before spreading farther apart, though it does nothing to keep Emet-Selch's from their spread about his hips. Mettaton can't fight the grip his husband has on him, nor does he want to when it's exactly what he wanted, but the thrill of having his hands otherwise occupied while someone else had his girth encircled, pumping him independent of his own actions, is something he's acutely aware of; the feeling of being jerked, admired, and squeezed was sharp and shocking, and immensely arousing.
Akin to the feeling of having missed something, but being far too distracted to feel any sorrow over it, especially when that thing was happening right now. Mettaton instead felt exalted and completely righted.]
Yes, this... Hades...
[Emet-Selch's shifted to look low, and MTT felt anything but self-conscious. At the same time, it sent a deep, heady weight through his body to know he was being looked at... a firming of that pressure, an ache that intensifies and fills him out. He bites his lower lip, nuzzling the side of the mage's face.]
Mmm... And when you look at me, [he begins, exhaling enough heat that he could feel it bounced back at him. It was nothing to sneeze at, how warm he could get, his internal temperature something that sought relief now in, well, release.] I feel it like a grip all its own. Yes, l adore your touch... but, oh... Even this, knowing you're getting a good look at me... Ha. As if I could get any more pronounced for you. If I could get stiffer... my body's trying, just to impress.
[That, he could tell. He could feel that battle of pressure, the tension of Emet-Selch's squeezing touch rivaled by the fullness he felt in his erection. Any softness that he had yet to finish filling out is well-filled by this point, his body rising to the challenge of giving Emet-Selch the perfect form to squeeze, giving only far enough to be clenched around- but that tip of his remains soft, giving far enough to be squeezed around, to betray the rigidity of his overall length.
An exhale of heat is paired with a sweet, melodic note of a moan while the robot kneads his hip. Both hands move to either side of him and grip him there, though the side without a mark flirts to squeeze idly at Emet-Selch's ass. (That he still has some pants to remove all the way is a truth, but at least he's stripped for him mostly.)]
Do you like what you see in me? How about what you feel...?
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But all of that was for Emet-Selch alone.
If he had the ears for it they'd perk at Emet-Selch's grumbling, the awareness that he had been pricked by something (other than his cock). He'd have to examine that later, once they weren't so busy enjoying the notion and sensation of Mettaton exposing his feelings. He would've shared it anyway, but he felt particularly pleased to share his feelings and let Emet-Selch live through his experience vicariously- because he could tell his husband was enjoying his enjoyment, and felt touched not just for that, but for the fact that he wished for it at all. He deserved to know his feelings.
The mage is quick to take action, to obey as desired- and Mettaton gasps preemptively, even before his hand has a chance to wrap around his length. Fingertips send sparks through his body, each enough to blank his mind, as he shudders and shifts, rocking his hips side to side in anticipation- and groaning, hard and sharp, when he wraps his fingers around his girth. His entire package is cupped, and Mettaton nearly whines, before exhaling in satisfaction to imagine how Emet-Selch would perceive his pleasure, and enjoy his size. The way he can wrap around his cock, and stroke over his cock using the slickness of semen. His own lips part, and he gasps, body stuttering as much as his vocals do.]
Oh- ohh-- Like...
[Like this, indeed. Pressure is combatted by pressure; Mettaton's thighs shift under Emet-Selch, squeezing closer before spreading farther apart, though it does nothing to keep Emet-Selch's from their spread about his hips. Mettaton can't fight the grip his husband has on him, nor does he want to when it's exactly what he wanted, but the thrill of having his hands otherwise occupied while someone else had his girth encircled, pumping him independent of his own actions, is something he's acutely aware of; the feeling of being jerked, admired, and squeezed was sharp and shocking, and immensely arousing.
Akin to the feeling of having missed something, but being far too distracted to feel any sorrow over it, especially when that thing was happening right now. Mettaton instead felt exalted and completely righted.]
Yes, this... Hades...
[Emet-Selch's shifted to look low, and MTT felt anything but self-conscious. At the same time, it sent a deep, heady weight through his body to know he was being looked at... a firming of that pressure, an ache that intensifies and fills him out. He bites his lower lip, nuzzling the side of the mage's face.]
Mmm... And when you look at me, [he begins, exhaling enough heat that he could feel it bounced back at him. It was nothing to sneeze at, how warm he could get, his internal temperature something that sought relief now in, well, release.] I feel it like a grip all its own. Yes, l adore your touch... but, oh... Even this, knowing you're getting a good look at me... Ha. As if I could get any more pronounced for you. If I could get stiffer... my body's trying, just to impress.
[That, he could tell. He could feel that battle of pressure, the tension of Emet-Selch's squeezing touch rivaled by the fullness he felt in his erection. Any softness that he had yet to finish filling out is well-filled by this point, his body rising to the challenge of giving Emet-Selch the perfect form to squeeze, giving only far enough to be clenched around- but that tip of his remains soft, giving far enough to be squeezed around, to betray the rigidity of his overall length.
An exhale of heat is paired with a sweet, melodic note of a moan while the robot kneads his hip. Both hands move to either side of him and grip him there, though the side without a mark flirts to squeeze idly at Emet-Selch's ass. (That he still has some pants to remove all the way is a truth, but at least he's stripped for him mostly.)]
Do you like what you see in me? How about what you feel...?