[A small, fond hum is his reply, as Mettaton nuzzles deeper into Emet-Selch's cheek. He tilts his head until he can press his lips against his cheek, he presses kiss after kiss against him, acknowledging silently all of the ways he would have his feelings known, even without sight. The firmness of his cock... The insistence of his kiss. The comfort he took in his lover's presence, offering up the whole of himself to him. He knew it too.
He sighs, smiling against his cheek.]
I know you'd know, even blind... You didn't seem to struggle when you were before.
[Emet-Selch had lost half his vision, and even for a bit there, the full of it. But he never stopped using his hands, reading the robot like braille for evidence of the love he felt: the heat of his body, the eagerness of his every jerk and twitch, and of course all other signs he could show, as previously mentioned. Especially the presentation of his arousal: a vulnerability, a way to express his desire for closeness.
It felt like he was being read right now. The mage grips him firmly at the base, steadily rising up his shaft and groping him along the way- and the intensity of it makes Mettaton bubble over with a moan, as though the pressure of his touch was enough to force him into a pleasurable utterance. Softly, of course, as he's touched and heated through by his profession of love, and aroused some more when Emet-Selch's legs reflexively spread.
He glances down between them: at the fingers that slick up his shaft and appreciate his tip, and at the thighs belonging to his husband, framing their bodies. Which included Emet-Selch's cock, softened but filling. How could he help swallowing, groaning a note of desire for him?]
Ohhhh...
[He wanted to watch Emet-Selch's fingers wrapped around his swollen erection, slickly pumping him until he could barely see straight, until more of his semen was let to burst- and all over again, MTT knew he'd be quickly roused to greater heights of desire. After all, if Emet-Selch had him make such a mess, that would be... more lubricant for them, and an enticing mess to watch his lover tidy up.
The anticipation of what could follow, as well as the sight before him now, the warmth of their passion between them, has the robot glancing up, fixing his attention on Emet-Selch's face.]
I love this... [He whispers this with such heavy reverence, pulling Emet-Selch deeper onto his lap- enough that the root of his cock is nearly nudged against the other man.] I do too, dear. I want... That, and everything else about you. Hades...
[This is the way he's meant to express himself when it came to his love. Mettaton always had this sensual side to him, but to be in a relationship with another person... he was always bound to be intense, pasionate so long as it was a meaningful relationship. And this was precisely the way he wanted to show Emet-Selch how he felt about him, and what he did to him, for him, and with him.
He loved every expression and sound and touch Emet-Selch gave, and wanted to express how much it affected him. And what better way than to present himself, to press between spread thighs and thrust into the fingers that massaged his length? MTT grips firmly Emet-Selch's hips, pressing him firmly onto his lap- and the suggestion of that position, hovering right before his erect length, is inspiring all on its own. Mettaton sighs, groaning past a smile.]
I want to watch how much of a mess I make you... and, darling. [He settles into this, knowing that this is where he'd leave his next load: as a mess for his lover to bear... as well as himself. Because:] I want to watch you stroke me into spilling... so that I know that I'm nice and slick, enough for you to taste me, or sit on me...
[If there was no lubricant here, couldn't they... make do?]
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He sighs, smiling against his cheek.]
I know you'd know, even blind... You didn't seem to struggle when you were before.
[Emet-Selch had lost half his vision, and even for a bit there, the full of it. But he never stopped using his hands, reading the robot like braille for evidence of the love he felt: the heat of his body, the eagerness of his every jerk and twitch, and of course all other signs he could show, as previously mentioned. Especially the presentation of his arousal: a vulnerability, a way to express his desire for closeness.
It felt like he was being read right now. The mage grips him firmly at the base, steadily rising up his shaft and groping him along the way- and the intensity of it makes Mettaton bubble over with a moan, as though the pressure of his touch was enough to force him into a pleasurable utterance. Softly, of course, as he's touched and heated through by his profession of love, and aroused some more when Emet-Selch's legs reflexively spread.
He glances down between them: at the fingers that slick up his shaft and appreciate his tip, and at the thighs belonging to his husband, framing their bodies. Which included Emet-Selch's cock, softened but filling. How could he help swallowing, groaning a note of desire for him?]
Ohhhh...
[He wanted to watch Emet-Selch's fingers wrapped around his swollen erection, slickly pumping him until he could barely see straight, until more of his semen was let to burst- and all over again, MTT knew he'd be quickly roused to greater heights of desire. After all, if Emet-Selch had him make such a mess, that would be... more lubricant for them, and an enticing mess to watch his lover tidy up.
The anticipation of what could follow, as well as the sight before him now, the warmth of their passion between them, has the robot glancing up, fixing his attention on Emet-Selch's face.]
I love this... [He whispers this with such heavy reverence, pulling Emet-Selch deeper onto his lap- enough that the root of his cock is nearly nudged against the other man.] I do too, dear. I want... That, and everything else about you. Hades...
[This is the way he's meant to express himself when it came to his love. Mettaton always had this sensual side to him, but to be in a relationship with another person... he was always bound to be intense, pasionate so long as it was a meaningful relationship. And this was precisely the way he wanted to show Emet-Selch how he felt about him, and what he did to him, for him, and with him.
He loved every expression and sound and touch Emet-Selch gave, and wanted to express how much it affected him. And what better way than to present himself, to press between spread thighs and thrust into the fingers that massaged his length? MTT grips firmly Emet-Selch's hips, pressing him firmly onto his lap- and the suggestion of that position, hovering right before his erect length, is inspiring all on its own. Mettaton sighs, groaning past a smile.]
I want to watch how much of a mess I make you... and, darling. [He settles into this, knowing that this is where he'd leave his next load: as a mess for his lover to bear... as well as himself. Because:] I want to watch you stroke me into spilling... so that I know that I'm nice and slick, enough for you to taste me, or sit on me...
[If there was no lubricant here, couldn't they... make do?]