[Even though he could tell that Emet-Selch had once more welcomed this commonplace position between them, he knew that it wasn't proof of anything they didn't mutually acknowledge. Of course he normally liked this. But this time, the reason he welcomed it was because this was a mutual ambition, a rejoined wavelength they shared. If anything... it was proof that they would like any position, as long as they wanted each other in a given moment. Which was most often.
A gentler romance rather than the electrifying heat that singed them before accompanies this combining of bodies. Mettaton felt similarly grateful and humbled that he didn't leave, that he fought his usual impulse to let Emet-Selch fester in his feelings just because he didn't find him in a productive state. That he could sit with him, and let him be upset... That Emet-Selch never pushed him away only served as a reminder of the time when the Ascian cried out for him despite his righteous, blind fury. Then... then, in all of the electric insanity, he'd rather have his teeth in his throat, his neck snapped up by sharp incisors. Being together could be destructive, but it could remain a wonderful thing, even as they were gradually working at inevitably doing harm to Emet-Selch's body.
Not because that was the intent, of course. Kissing him soft, that appreciative sound is met with a lower, almost groan on MTT's part. He couldn't help the heat that burned low in his body at feeling Emet-Selch succumbed beneath his weight... even after all else, it was an insane, and instant, attraction. No, he wouldn't say that feeling himself slipping past somewhat-slick muscle was particularly pleasant, even if it wasn't bad... nor was he in any impressive state of arousal.
But what he was, was smitten. Emet-Selch's body tries to receive him, relaxing and bending around him, holding him and trying at pliance. Too much to say he enjoyed it either- but he couldn't help but find it innately attractive, to have his mate naked, beneath him, receiving his cock.
So he kneads his way deeper, a gradual thing that still makes strides. Their lips slide against each other's in their kiss that just keeps going, little moments here and there for Emet-Selch to breathe- but the priority was their kiss, as Mettaton takes any opportunity he can to capture him back up, to rob him of his next gulp of air. Just like this he fills him, gradually rolling his hips to stuff his girth in Emet-Selch's deserving body.
His words are a mumble, spoken against Emet-Selch's lips, damp from kisses tender.]
If you need me to pause at any point... say so. Though I doubt you'll need that.
[Because he figured that Emet-Selch would determinedly, stubbornly maintain himself, even if it hurt. But the floor was open if he had anything to say, just in case he defeated his expectations. In case he did have input.
With a good nudge, Mettaton restores the depth Emet-Selch had found once- but no more than that. He exhales, letting the pressure of heat expel from his body- because he couldn't deny, he was getting the "better" end of the bargain. Emet-Selch was still squeezing 'round his cock- and even though the insertion wasn't the most comfortable, they'd done it before... and the mood struck him as just vulnerable, just exposed enough that it managed still to make him horny, and in love.]
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A gentler romance rather than the electrifying heat that singed them before accompanies this combining of bodies. Mettaton felt similarly grateful and humbled that he didn't leave, that he fought his usual impulse to let Emet-Selch fester in his feelings just because he didn't find him in a productive state. That he could sit with him, and let him be upset... That Emet-Selch never pushed him away only served as a reminder of the time when the Ascian cried out for him despite his righteous, blind fury. Then... then, in all of the electric insanity, he'd rather have his teeth in his throat, his neck snapped up by sharp incisors. Being together could be destructive, but it could remain a wonderful thing, even as they were gradually working at inevitably doing harm to Emet-Selch's body.
Not because that was the intent, of course. Kissing him soft, that appreciative sound is met with a lower, almost groan on MTT's part. He couldn't help the heat that burned low in his body at feeling Emet-Selch succumbed beneath his weight... even after all else, it was an insane, and instant, attraction. No, he wouldn't say that feeling himself slipping past somewhat-slick muscle was particularly pleasant, even if it wasn't bad... nor was he in any impressive state of arousal.
But what he was, was smitten. Emet-Selch's body tries to receive him, relaxing and bending around him, holding him and trying at pliance. Too much to say he enjoyed it either- but he couldn't help but find it innately attractive, to have his mate naked, beneath him, receiving his cock.
So he kneads his way deeper, a gradual thing that still makes strides. Their lips slide against each other's in their kiss that just keeps going, little moments here and there for Emet-Selch to breathe- but the priority was their kiss, as Mettaton takes any opportunity he can to capture him back up, to rob him of his next gulp of air. Just like this he fills him, gradually rolling his hips to stuff his girth in Emet-Selch's deserving body.
His words are a mumble, spoken against Emet-Selch's lips, damp from kisses tender.]
If you need me to pause at any point... say so. Though I doubt you'll need that.
[Because he figured that Emet-Selch would determinedly, stubbornly maintain himself, even if it hurt. But the floor was open if he had anything to say, just in case he defeated his expectations. In case he did have input.
With a good nudge, Mettaton restores the depth Emet-Selch had found once- but no more than that. He exhales, letting the pressure of heat expel from his body- because he couldn't deny, he was getting the "better" end of the bargain. Emet-Selch was still squeezing 'round his cock- and even though the insertion wasn't the most comfortable, they'd done it before... and the mood struck him as just vulnerable, just exposed enough that it managed still to make him horny, and in love.]