[Another small, soft sound forms in his throat as he feels himself grasped securely, safely, despite the slackness of Mettaton's arms. It was familiar, this reminder of the composition of his lover's body, this particular attribute of his- but something that he hadn't felt in some time. What reason had there been for them to be in this position, with the robot overcome? There hadn't been any way for the Ascian to render him into a state like this- none that he believed in, at least. Which meant that Emet-Selch couldn't be overwhelmed either....
--But all that had been rectified, even if it didn't erase what they'd lived through before. Legs spread around Mettaton's body, held close onto the taller man's lap, each of their cocks had been on display to one another, and were brushed together as it was. They were sticky with each other's releases, one fresher and hotter than the previous, but Emet-Selch couldn't prevent the tight shiver that coursed through him at the awareness that he was holding a mix of their semen against Mettaton's length.
(He also couldn't forget the new and unusual nature of Mettaton's come, considering how vividly he remembered his climax, the way it had been shot from the other man onto his body, the way it oozed hot and thick over his hand. And one every surface it landed, it shimmered....
But he's not distracted by that aspect, even as he was puzzled over it. It didn't detract whatsoever from the experience, from the greater and far more important feeling of carrying Mettaton through his release, of witnessing every part of it.)
There's kisses, and the sweet nudge of noses. And more kisses to follow as they took what they could of the side of each other's faces- and if the hint of saliva he felt left behind on his cheek was technically his own, the mage enjoyed it all the same. They would share in what each of them were capable of producing- and he didn't need to look down to visualize the mess they were already sharing between their legs.
Where Mettaton's thighs shift, his own tense, as if securing his place where he was- or just being inclined to tense considering the pressure that gathered in his lower body. The instinct to thrust, the continued want for the man he was sitting on- he didn't need a hard cock for the latter, but it was a common manifestation of it. Exhaling a soft groan, he nuzzles back to him.]
I've felt the same. Both to have you... and to show you....
[They belonged wholly to one another, from their souls to their bodies, to memories and expressions. But demonstrating, offering it- making good on those commitments- had felt impossible. And so they both felt lonelier in its absence, even when they shared a bed that only one of them could sleep in. That much might remain true, but with what they could use their bed for now... their time in each other's company wouldn't have to feel so distant.
(How long before the bed, too, would need replaced? Though they had been gentle with it thus far.)
With his clean hand, he cups the other side of Mettaton's face, strokes his cheek with his thumb. Reverence remained in his touch, just as it had been when he'd stroked his erection, or beheld him in the fullness of arousal.]
You're stunning, like this.
[Mettaton was stunning always, beautiful always- but exposed as he was, vulnerable and loving, it felt like every trait was enhanced, somehow. Or maybe he was merely weaker to it.]
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--But all that had been rectified, even if it didn't erase what they'd lived through before. Legs spread around Mettaton's body, held close onto the taller man's lap, each of their cocks had been on display to one another, and were brushed together as it was. They were sticky with each other's releases, one fresher and hotter than the previous, but Emet-Selch couldn't prevent the tight shiver that coursed through him at the awareness that he was holding a mix of their semen against Mettaton's length.
(He also couldn't forget the new and unusual nature of Mettaton's come, considering how vividly he remembered his climax, the way it had been shot from the other man onto his body, the way it oozed hot and thick over his hand. And one every surface it landed, it shimmered....
But he's not distracted by that aspect, even as he was puzzled over it. It didn't detract whatsoever from the experience, from the greater and far more important feeling of carrying Mettaton through his release, of witnessing every part of it.)
There's kisses, and the sweet nudge of noses. And more kisses to follow as they took what they could of the side of each other's faces- and if the hint of saliva he felt left behind on his cheek was technically his own, the mage enjoyed it all the same. They would share in what each of them were capable of producing- and he didn't need to look down to visualize the mess they were already sharing between their legs.
Where Mettaton's thighs shift, his own tense, as if securing his place where he was- or just being inclined to tense considering the pressure that gathered in his lower body. The instinct to thrust, the continued want for the man he was sitting on- he didn't need a hard cock for the latter, but it was a common manifestation of it. Exhaling a soft groan, he nuzzles back to him.]
I've felt the same. Both to have you... and to show you....
[They belonged wholly to one another, from their souls to their bodies, to memories and expressions. But demonstrating, offering it- making good on those commitments- had felt impossible. And so they both felt lonelier in its absence, even when they shared a bed that only one of them could sleep in. That much might remain true, but with what they could use their bed for now... their time in each other's company wouldn't have to feel so distant.
(How long before the bed, too, would need replaced? Though they had been gentle with it thus far.)
With his clean hand, he cups the other side of Mettaton's face, strokes his cheek with his thumb. Reverence remained in his touch, just as it had been when he'd stroked his erection, or beheld him in the fullness of arousal.]
You're stunning, like this.
[Mettaton was stunning always, beautiful always- but exposed as he was, vulnerable and loving, it felt like every trait was enhanced, somehow. Or maybe he was merely weaker to it.]