[Mettaton giggles. Emet-Selch earns a kiss: when he nudges into his neck, Mettaton smooches his hair. But as soon as Emet-Selch threatens that he'd be ready as soon as he was...]
Ohhhh...!
[He knew what was happening. Emet-Selch was hiking himself up, arm slung around MTT as he uses glittery, sticky fingers, probing his entrance, prodding increasingly slick muscle and coating it with his seed, from his cock. It's been... too long since he's been able to provide. Too long since he's been able to demonstrate himself in this way so erotic, and Mettaton shudders, back arching as though attempting to lean into the pleasure his husband felt.
Emet-Selch had already slipped further over his cock, forcing his member to lay against his abdomen. And how sizable he looked, even juxtaposed against Emet-Selch's upward-arching cock, slick and ready... Looking down, he shudders to behold the sight of Emet-Selch positively thick- and himself, ready to be made rigid once more. His cock wouldn't say so nicely against his abdomen when fully filled, he knew.
And there were plenty of reasons to find himself filling, from the sound of Emet-Selch's voice to the way he took such forward initiative. Even though Mettaton would've been next to prepare the smaller man, it was even more arousing to feel Emet-Selch do it himself out of haste, the need to fill himself up with urgency spurring MTT into filling, heady enough to warrant a groan. He squeezes his prize, snugging Emet-Selch close while he prepares himself, imagining the sight, the feeling of that finger against his entrance, a digit slick enough to begin something in preparation for more. The way he twitches and tenses, thighs taut just enough to keep him poised for fingering, Mettaton soaks in every facet of the Ascian's preparation, though his gaze returns to Emet-Selch's face: the glow of his eyes, and the flush of his lips.]
You should know... how tempting you are like this. [He nearly pants, squirming beneath the other man. With Emet-Selch buried once more into his neck, the robot shifts, his hips rocking in answer to the swing of Emet-Selch's.] I think you're right. Ah... You'll have me ready shortly.
[He really would be hard before he knew it. If he had a brain, it might leave him light-headed to be made so rapidly aroused, and so quickly after exertion. But as he is, he was quick to recover, and with his temperament, even quicker to be tempted. Were he the one aching for relief as badly as Emet was, the robot knew he would be shifting them around, crowding out his lover's fingers- and the thought alone has his breath hitch, jerking against Emet-Selch's crotch with a groan.
...How could he be made so hard, so quick? Part of it was his own imagination, his own perception. But the other parts were so much more, from Emet-Selch's actions that kept him alert and entranced, to the sensations of heat settled over his lap, the pressure of weight over his thighs, and the firmness of Emet-Selch's erection, plus his body laying heavily over his swiftly firming cock.]
You're... fingering- ah... I want to... [He pants, thrusting. He wanted them both to be ready and soon, but he similarly enjoyed this moment, the feeling of Emet-Selch readying himself for something thicker.] Tell me... how you imagine I'll feel, spreading you.
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Ohhhh...!
[He knew what was happening. Emet-Selch was hiking himself up, arm slung around MTT as he uses glittery, sticky fingers, probing his entrance, prodding increasingly slick muscle and coating it with his seed, from his cock. It's been... too long since he's been able to provide. Too long since he's been able to demonstrate himself in this way so erotic, and Mettaton shudders, back arching as though attempting to lean into the pleasure his husband felt.
Emet-Selch had already slipped further over his cock, forcing his member to lay against his abdomen. And how sizable he looked, even juxtaposed against Emet-Selch's upward-arching cock, slick and ready... Looking down, he shudders to behold the sight of Emet-Selch positively thick- and himself, ready to be made rigid once more. His cock wouldn't say so nicely against his abdomen when fully filled, he knew.
And there were plenty of reasons to find himself filling, from the sound of Emet-Selch's voice to the way he took such forward initiative. Even though Mettaton would've been next to prepare the smaller man, it was even more arousing to feel Emet-Selch do it himself out of haste, the need to fill himself up with urgency spurring MTT into filling, heady enough to warrant a groan. He squeezes his prize, snugging Emet-Selch close while he prepares himself, imagining the sight, the feeling of that finger against his entrance, a digit slick enough to begin something in preparation for more. The way he twitches and tenses, thighs taut just enough to keep him poised for fingering, Mettaton soaks in every facet of the Ascian's preparation, though his gaze returns to Emet-Selch's face: the glow of his eyes, and the flush of his lips.]
You should know... how tempting you are like this. [He nearly pants, squirming beneath the other man. With Emet-Selch buried once more into his neck, the robot shifts, his hips rocking in answer to the swing of Emet-Selch's.] I think you're right. Ah... You'll have me ready shortly.
[He really would be hard before he knew it. If he had a brain, it might leave him light-headed to be made so rapidly aroused, and so quickly after exertion. But as he is, he was quick to recover, and with his temperament, even quicker to be tempted. Were he the one aching for relief as badly as Emet was, the robot knew he would be shifting them around, crowding out his lover's fingers- and the thought alone has his breath hitch, jerking against Emet-Selch's crotch with a groan.
...How could he be made so hard, so quick? Part of it was his own imagination, his own perception. But the other parts were so much more, from Emet-Selch's actions that kept him alert and entranced, to the sensations of heat settled over his lap, the pressure of weight over his thighs, and the firmness of Emet-Selch's erection, plus his body laying heavily over his swiftly firming cock.]
You're... fingering- ah... I want to... [He pants, thrusting. He wanted them both to be ready and soon, but he similarly enjoyed this moment, the feeling of Emet-Selch readying himself for something thicker.] Tell me... how you imagine I'll feel, spreading you.