[Glimmering seed is spattered most of all over Emet-Selch's fist and down the robot's shaft, with smears of it left on Emet-Selch proper- and that pink is pronounced, shimmering in the light of Mettaton's core, if anything. No, it was different; it was silky-smooth, its texture identical to the way it's always been, but still riddled with specks of glitter, refracting light like stars.
Amazing.
Mettaton doesn't notice Emet-Selch's withdrawal, at least because he was being so thoroughly tended to. His entire orgasm has Emet-Selch wrapped up in him, or with fingers wrapped 'round him, from the start of his spilling to the moments even beyond it, when Mettaton continued to stroke himself, oversensitive and loving it, against his lover's touch. The sound of his moan, so soft and reverent, rings in his head; he feels dizzied by it, as though deprived of air and left stunned, and his smile is dazed after a productive release.
Emet-Selch examines; Mettaton shudders, wobbly and overcome. And as soon as the mage thinks better of commenting on it for now, after better taking a look at his lover's seed and realizing he wasn't seeing things, Mettaton nearly falls into his kiss with a simmering, if dazed passion.
His love requires no thought or concentration, and he lets himself float, a sticky hand returning to his cock as Emet-Selch pulls him in and kisses him, one kiss after another after another... Mettaton shudders a sigh, a note soft and warm his hummed reply, as he nuzzles their noses and lips together at his confession.]
I... I love you too, sweetheart... Ohhhh...
[And his hands grapple their way up Emet-Selch's hips, up his waist, where the robot tugs the smaller man close. Sighing heavily against his lips, he's sloppy when he kisses him; he's uncoordinated when he drifts toward his jaw and up to his ear with kisses, sloppy even, with what saliva he could take. But hot, too, his body producing high temperatures in his ecstasy.
His hips do still, but his thighs shift some more, wanting even when something of a refractory period had to settle. He was far more focused on showing his love, and already-slack, too-long arms wrap some more around the Ascian's body as Mettaton attempts to take hold of him with all his heart. He sighs, pressing as flush to him as he can, cheek to cheek before he nuzzles him some more.]
My love, I... I've craved you like this...
[He smiles, eyes as clear as they are deep, dark. Vulnerable, he'd wanted the same from Emet-Selch... but they could never quite meet in these sorts of moments, where overcome and exertion met with the intimacy of pleasure, of release, and of baring their all to one another. Mettaton couldn't do it, and Emet-Selch was reluctant to offer, each for their own reasons... but here they are, engaged and in love all along.]
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Amazing.
Mettaton doesn't notice Emet-Selch's withdrawal, at least because he was being so thoroughly tended to. His entire orgasm has Emet-Selch wrapped up in him, or with fingers wrapped 'round him, from the start of his spilling to the moments even beyond it, when Mettaton continued to stroke himself, oversensitive and loving it, against his lover's touch. The sound of his moan, so soft and reverent, rings in his head; he feels dizzied by it, as though deprived of air and left stunned, and his smile is dazed after a productive release.
Emet-Selch examines; Mettaton shudders, wobbly and overcome. And as soon as the mage thinks better of commenting on it for now, after better taking a look at his lover's seed and realizing he wasn't seeing things, Mettaton nearly falls into his kiss with a simmering, if dazed passion.
His love requires no thought or concentration, and he lets himself float, a sticky hand returning to his cock as Emet-Selch pulls him in and kisses him, one kiss after another after another... Mettaton shudders a sigh, a note soft and warm his hummed reply, as he nuzzles their noses and lips together at his confession.]
I... I love you too, sweetheart... Ohhhh...
[And his hands grapple their way up Emet-Selch's hips, up his waist, where the robot tugs the smaller man close. Sighing heavily against his lips, he's sloppy when he kisses him; he's uncoordinated when he drifts toward his jaw and up to his ear with kisses, sloppy even, with what saliva he could take. But hot, too, his body producing high temperatures in his ecstasy.
His hips do still, but his thighs shift some more, wanting even when something of a refractory period had to settle. He was far more focused on showing his love, and already-slack, too-long arms wrap some more around the Ascian's body as Mettaton attempts to take hold of him with all his heart. He sighs, pressing as flush to him as he can, cheek to cheek before he nuzzles him some more.]
My love, I... I've craved you like this...
[He smiles, eyes as clear as they are deep, dark. Vulnerable, he'd wanted the same from Emet-Selch... but they could never quite meet in these sorts of moments, where overcome and exertion met with the intimacy of pleasure, of release, and of baring their all to one another. Mettaton couldn't do it, and Emet-Selch was reluctant to offer, each for their own reasons... but here they are, engaged and in love all along.]