[Only Mettaton could embrace him this way, an arm capable of wrapping him up, snakelike, all ending with a touch to his cheek. Besides thinking of it as a novelty to start (as he'd never had a sexual partner with the capabilities that Mettaton possessed), he'd swiftly grown to appreciate its advantages. He liked being wrapped up in him; he also liked the particularly firm way Mettaton could press his various edges into him, impose on him with all the tangibility of metal and silicone. That his lover ultimately found his robotic traits favorable (over the dream of becoming a Real Human) remained a reassurance. And with sensation and a cock restored, they were largely (if not completely) set.
Nudging into the hand against his face, he exhales a soft note. Where Mettaton couldn't flush, he'd do it for him, his body more easily given towards showing traits like that. But Emet-Selch didn't need to see his lover's body turn colors for him to recognize his affect, his involvement.
Though he'd found the gold eye Mettaton had possessed as a puca charming (a coincidental and small way that they matched), it was no surprise that he could lose himself just as easily to the robot's original violet. Another favorable color... and one that suited him. Something so deep shouldn't feel as bright as it did, but he chalked it up to his husband's inherent liveliness. An energy exhausting on a good day, and something he could always complain about; and what did he love more than having a reason to complain?
Though he can't do worse than sigh at Mettaton's playfulness, something more clearly fond, attached, than anything else.]
Were you showing me anything less, I would have to be offended.
[They couldn't scoot much closer than this, though Emet-Selch noted that they both tried to. But with the root of his erection nudged against Mettaton's, there wasn't any further they could go. Not unless the mage was sitting on him more... penetratively, which has his own cock throb harder to consider. Even so, he knew Mettaton had just climaxed, and as firm as his length seemed inclined to remain between releases, there was fullness to regain. Even if they were both aroused....
As there was no question of that, as they looked into each other's eyes, soaked in this moment that was solidly in the midst of their sex. His other hand still pets gently along Mettaton's cock in a gesture that was as affectionate as it was sexual. Though he felt a certain pride at being so effective on the robot, he was just as surely grateful for it, that Mettaton would be this open to him.
While inclined to nuzzle into the touch to his face, his breath catches instead when his ass is squeezed, gripped enough to be a suggestion in its own right, and his muscles tense underneath his grip. Pleasantly, wantingly- as makeshift semen-based lube was sounding increasingly more reasonable when he wanted to be fucked.
Huffing a sound of exasperation at his own neediness, the way his legs twitched around Mettaton's body, he glances between them as well, to both the explicit residue of their coupling, and the evidence of their continued interest. Eyes returning to the taller man's face, he doesn't resist the want to lean in enough to brush their lips together again. (Just remembering the way Mettaton had recently licked at his has him shiver, as though everything the other man did was suggestive, attractive... provocative.)]
If I'm enticing, then keep showing me. I haven't seen enough. Not... nearly enough.
[But when it came to things he'd seen- he finally has to comment:]
And while I'd love another sample for comparison... have you noticed anything different, in your come?
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Nudging into the hand against his face, he exhales a soft note. Where Mettaton couldn't flush, he'd do it for him, his body more easily given towards showing traits like that. But Emet-Selch didn't need to see his lover's body turn colors for him to recognize his affect, his involvement.
Though he'd found the gold eye Mettaton had possessed as a puca charming (a coincidental and small way that they matched), it was no surprise that he could lose himself just as easily to the robot's original violet. Another favorable color... and one that suited him. Something so deep shouldn't feel as bright as it did, but he chalked it up to his husband's inherent liveliness. An energy exhausting on a good day, and something he could always complain about; and what did he love more than having a reason to complain?
Though he can't do worse than sigh at Mettaton's playfulness, something more clearly fond, attached, than anything else.]
Were you showing me anything less, I would have to be offended.
[They couldn't scoot much closer than this, though Emet-Selch noted that they both tried to. But with the root of his erection nudged against Mettaton's, there wasn't any further they could go. Not unless the mage was sitting on him more... penetratively, which has his own cock throb harder to consider. Even so, he knew Mettaton had just climaxed, and as firm as his length seemed inclined to remain between releases, there was fullness to regain. Even if they were both aroused....
As there was no question of that, as they looked into each other's eyes, soaked in this moment that was solidly in the midst of their sex. His other hand still pets gently along Mettaton's cock in a gesture that was as affectionate as it was sexual. Though he felt a certain pride at being so effective on the robot, he was just as surely grateful for it, that Mettaton would be this open to him.
While inclined to nuzzle into the touch to his face, his breath catches instead when his ass is squeezed, gripped enough to be a suggestion in its own right, and his muscles tense underneath his grip. Pleasantly, wantingly- as makeshift semen-based lube was sounding increasingly more reasonable when he wanted to be fucked.
Huffing a sound of exasperation at his own neediness, the way his legs twitched around Mettaton's body, he glances between them as well, to both the explicit residue of their coupling, and the evidence of their continued interest. Eyes returning to the taller man's face, he doesn't resist the want to lean in enough to brush their lips together again. (Just remembering the way Mettaton had recently licked at his has him shiver, as though everything the other man did was suggestive, attractive... provocative.)]
If I'm enticing, then keep showing me. I haven't seen enough. Not... nearly enough.
[But when it came to things he'd seen- he finally has to comment:]
And while I'd love another sample for comparison... have you noticed anything different, in your come?
[Like it being pink and full of glitter.]