[Though it was possible for them to have explored and found some other way to overwhelm the idol, it probably wouldn't have been through intimate physicality. That much was for certain. And with that avenue barred, it meant that their preferred method of bonding with each other wasn't terribly effective, serving only to remind them of what they wanted, or what was lost.
--Indeed, it had been rectified. Mettaton hoped he wouldn't ever have to go through it again, which included sparing Emet-Selch the grief.
Mettaton sighs, and sighs again, stricken with a silly grin on his face. Possessed and given a show, Emet-Selch a unique but steadfast performer, one earnest and eager to please, Mettaton imagined that his ability to stun should be partly attributed to his husband's loveliness. One of his arms snakes around Emet-Selch's waist to wrap about him, all the way until he could cup his cheek, could draw back and gaze into his eyes with shameless affection. They cup each other's cheeks like this, gazing softly into each other and seeing much more than anyone else ever could.
He shudders, squirming closer to Emet-Selch. (He's already on his lap, how can they squirm closer...)]
Stunning, in my post-climax? Even without the flush... I hope I'm showing you all of the heart I put into that.
[He winks, but it's too playful to be anything intentionally vain, as much as it is confident and pleased to show this side of himself to Emet-Selch. He may not be able to sweat or blush, but he could envision himself, lively and still aroused despite his recent orgasm. Lively, aroused, and comfortable most of all, guided along by the capable and inviting touch of Emet-Selch, who fit him like a glove in ways more than the sexual kind.
Mettaton smooths a thumb over Emet-Selch's cheek, soaking in the softness around his eyes, and the openness of his heart, as though he could see his very soul even now. ...If there's anything he could see, it was the way Emet-Selch's arousal was coming back around after being momentarily relieved. A quick glance between them has Mettaton licking his lips at the sight of him, before flitting back to meet Emet-Selch's gaze.]
And you're handsome, my Hades. Handsome and capable... And so, so enticing to me. I'm only showing you what I've wanted to show you each day, from the bottom of my heart... because you're too effective on me.
[That one hand he still has on his hip? Yeah, that turns into a butt squeeze. A good one, at that, that nearly spreads his cheeks, a low rumble of a purr in Mettaton's throat. He just came, but he still wanted his lover.]
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--Indeed, it had been rectified. Mettaton hoped he wouldn't ever have to go through it again, which included sparing Emet-Selch the grief.
Mettaton sighs, and sighs again, stricken with a silly grin on his face. Possessed and given a show, Emet-Selch a unique but steadfast performer, one earnest and eager to please, Mettaton imagined that his ability to stun should be partly attributed to his husband's loveliness. One of his arms snakes around Emet-Selch's waist to wrap about him, all the way until he could cup his cheek, could draw back and gaze into his eyes with shameless affection. They cup each other's cheeks like this, gazing softly into each other and seeing much more than anyone else ever could.
He shudders, squirming closer to Emet-Selch. (He's already on his lap, how can they squirm closer...)]
Stunning, in my post-climax? Even without the flush... I hope I'm showing you all of the heart I put into that.
[He winks, but it's too playful to be anything intentionally vain, as much as it is confident and pleased to show this side of himself to Emet-Selch. He may not be able to sweat or blush, but he could envision himself, lively and still aroused despite his recent orgasm. Lively, aroused, and comfortable most of all, guided along by the capable and inviting touch of Emet-Selch, who fit him like a glove in ways more than the sexual kind.
Mettaton smooths a thumb over Emet-Selch's cheek, soaking in the softness around his eyes, and the openness of his heart, as though he could see his very soul even now. ...If there's anything he could see, it was the way Emet-Selch's arousal was coming back around after being momentarily relieved. A quick glance between them has Mettaton licking his lips at the sight of him, before flitting back to meet Emet-Selch's gaze.]
And you're handsome, my Hades. Handsome and capable... And so, so enticing to me. I'm only showing you what I've wanted to show you each day, from the bottom of my heart... because you're too effective on me.
[That one hand he still has on his hip? Yeah, that turns into a butt squeeze. A good one, at that, that nearly spreads his cheeks, a low rumble of a purr in Mettaton's throat. He just came, but he still wanted his lover.]