[At first, Emet-Selch didn't understand what the delay was. His request was straightforward, and it was clear to him that being inside him wasn't bringing the other man any pleasure. What point, then, was there in remaining in this less-than-half-filled point, something uncomfortable for them both? So in the silence between them, the mage didn't immediately understand what he was feeling, when the dry, tight drag within him felt worse, rather than better.
And so it surprised, to hear Mettaton... agree to continuing? Emet-Selch stills, not really believing he heard or understood correctly, even as he feels more of what was an unmistakable push forward. A slow, uncomfortable grind into his body, reclaiming ground previously abandoned. And with far more to go than that. And he's silent, uncertain of what to make of this, having resigned himself to emptiness.
But this was notably not that. It was also notably something that would take... an interminable amount of time given Mettaton's current least-destructive pace. But the smaller man says nothing; beyond that first hint of surprise and moment of startle, he doesn't react. His body twinges but he doesn't fight it, even though there was no way he could describe this as pleasant. ...In some small way, he was touched that Mettaton would try at all, even when he clearly didn't want to, on top of not enjoying it.
After several too-long moments, in something too clinical to be called sex, he sighs slowly, glancing aside.]
...Never mind. It's clear that you despise this. I'll survive going without.
[He could indulge his misery on his own time, rather than dragging Mettaton down into all of it. It was hard to imagine anything less appealing than this... and in the moment, hard to imagine ever wanting to be in this position again. But he knew habit would get to him eventually. Hopefully there would be some better lube available, so that they could more readily ignore everything that went wrong this time, he considered cynically.]
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And so it surprised, to hear Mettaton... agree to continuing? Emet-Selch stills, not really believing he heard or understood correctly, even as he feels more of what was an unmistakable push forward. A slow, uncomfortable grind into his body, reclaiming ground previously abandoned. And with far more to go than that. And he's silent, uncertain of what to make of this, having resigned himself to emptiness.
But this was notably not that. It was also notably something that would take... an interminable amount of time given Mettaton's current least-destructive pace. But the smaller man says nothing; beyond that first hint of surprise and moment of startle, he doesn't react. His body twinges but he doesn't fight it, even though there was no way he could describe this as pleasant. ...In some small way, he was touched that Mettaton would try at all, even when he clearly didn't want to, on top of not enjoying it.
After several too-long moments, in something too clinical to be called sex, he sighs slowly, glancing aside.]
...Never mind. It's clear that you despise this. I'll survive going without.
[He could indulge his misery on his own time, rather than dragging Mettaton down into all of it. It was hard to imagine anything less appealing than this... and in the moment, hard to imagine ever wanting to be in this position again. But he knew habit would get to him eventually. Hopefully there would be some better lube available, so that they could more readily ignore everything that went wrong this time, he considered cynically.]