[This was exactly like what they'd been going through these past months, as Emet-Selch turned away from the choice of accepting intimacy that was insufficient or otherwise unbearable, in his eyes. Even if, this time, they'd had every opportunity for the bodily connection he longed for- but it wasn't right. He'd made it not right over a single upset, and clung to his offense in place of the company he'd wished for.]
Ever the optimist. [He mutters it, as dry as he could manage. It remains laced with bitterness instead, for all that he makes some attempt to smother it.] While I'm left alone, dealing with the reality we're in. All this proves is that naught can change from a wish.
[He knew the depth Mettaton reached inside him didn't have to be physical- that they hadn't had the option of it being physical until now on this world. Vulnerability didn't have to come from fucking, but he still felt that it had been expected of him, even when he'd be performing alone. This restoration of Mettaton's sensitivity and sexual endowment had been meant to level that field again, to allow them to meet on the stage they were accustomed to. And it had worked initially, but--
Whatever the underlying issue was, Emet-Selch didn't like it. Didn't want to search for it especially when he was still so raw from their sex having gone so far askew- and not even raw in the way he expected. Forcing a breath, he shakes his head. Tries, if poorly, to measure his response without pretending that he was better off than he was.]
You've apologized. In case you're unaware, that doesn't solve anything. I could apologize for my dislike of your commandeering, but it wouldn't change what I did. [Emet-Selch also didn't feel sorry.] You'll still refuse to continue, whether out of a lack of interest or some misguided sense of concern, and I--
[He pauses, making a sound that's more unhappy than even annoyed, and something he tries to bite back.]
Besides. [He looks askance at the taller man- as much as he can in his position.] Do you think I haven't realized that it wouldn't be blissful for either of us? You're the one barely tolerating me--
[Which hurt; no one liked being rejected, in the end.]
It's not grudgingly that I would take you.
[But he doesn't try to move, not to drag him closer or encourage him to continue with their sex. When he shifts- it's in some small acceptance of the other man's hold though, reluctant as it is.]
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Ever the optimist. [He mutters it, as dry as he could manage. It remains laced with bitterness instead, for all that he makes some attempt to smother it.] While I'm left alone, dealing with the reality we're in. All this proves is that naught can change from a wish.
[He knew the depth Mettaton reached inside him didn't have to be physical- that they hadn't had the option of it being physical until now on this world. Vulnerability didn't have to come from fucking, but he still felt that it had been expected of him, even when he'd be performing alone. This restoration of Mettaton's sensitivity and sexual endowment had been meant to level that field again, to allow them to meet on the stage they were accustomed to. And it had worked initially, but--
Whatever the underlying issue was, Emet-Selch didn't like it. Didn't want to search for it especially when he was still so raw from their sex having gone so far askew- and not even raw in the way he expected. Forcing a breath, he shakes his head. Tries, if poorly, to measure his response without pretending that he was better off than he was.]
You've apologized. In case you're unaware, that doesn't solve anything. I could apologize for my dislike of your commandeering, but it wouldn't change what I did. [Emet-Selch also didn't feel sorry.] You'll still refuse to continue, whether out of a lack of interest or some misguided sense of concern, and I--
[He pauses, making a sound that's more unhappy than even annoyed, and something he tries to bite back.]
Besides. [He looks askance at the taller man- as much as he can in his position.] Do you think I haven't realized that it wouldn't be blissful for either of us? You're the one barely tolerating me--
[Which hurt; no one liked being rejected, in the end.]
It's not grudgingly that I would take you.
[But he doesn't try to move, not to drag him closer or encourage him to continue with their sex. When he shifts- it's in some small acceptance of the other man's hold though, reluctant as it is.]