[Impossibility really didn't exist, not between them. That's not a takeaway, so much as something MTT had been sure of to start, long before. Even segueing from a soured mood back to an affectionate and hungry one was never out of the question, even if in the sinkhole of the moment it felt like it. Nothing was impossible between them. They could do so much when united...
And united they were, Mettaton acknowledges with a shudder of delight. With Emet-Selch panting and squirming, slamming himself down forcefully against the robot's lap, how could he do anything but cry out in ecstasy? He looks down at him with his eye wide, mesmerized by the sight of Emet-Selch caught in his thrall. Had he another arm he's sure he'd stroke his face, cup his cheek, draw digits along the softness of his skin... but instead, his fingers dig into his hips, gripping onto his mate as he drags himself firmly along his body in short, deep, and full strokes.
It wasn't the slickest combination they've ever had... but the pure delight of being together at all couldn't be overlooked, a precious thing they'd wanted for months on end. His lips part, but instead of any response (he'd only registered his voice as static, to start), Mettaton moans again, arching his back and giving himself over to grinding into Emet-Selch.
No... he wouldn't be much of a mess. And that notion itself brings him to growl, curling around the mage again as he mashes their lips together.]
Then m... make me, make me one, Hades...
[His voice itself is a groan, nearly veering into a whine as his cock fills, a pressure swimming low, hard and deep in his body without reprieve. With no pulse, and seemingly no fluid, it felt so strangely impossible to feel so needing of release... And if his new anatomy didn't factor in veins or 'blood' or anything needed to fuel an erection or even an orgasm, there must be something magical at play. He wished he could communicate in words how he felt, with his thighs burning, hyper-aware of his own cock and the heat he occupied—but what better way to tell Emet-Selch than to show him, to leave him achingly hot and full of his release?
He'd already wanted that outcome. But with it front and center in his mind, the robotic monster groans, drawing Emet-Selch up by the hips to better penetrate him, as if he needed that.]
Stay... Give me you- Ahh, Hades, I'm going to, f-first... You let me first...!!
[Emet-Selch hasn't made any indication that he was about to come, but even still, Mettaton makes the rules. He comes first, no matter what, and he makes that clear with a tighter grip on his hips, a gasp and jerk at the sensation of being handled, his body fondled, his cock squeezed around. Inundated helplessly by sensation as he is, who was the one really in control here when MTT could barely think straight with it all?]
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And united they were, Mettaton acknowledges with a shudder of delight. With Emet-Selch panting and squirming, slamming himself down forcefully against the robot's lap, how could he do anything but cry out in ecstasy? He looks down at him with his eye wide, mesmerized by the sight of Emet-Selch caught in his thrall. Had he another arm he's sure he'd stroke his face, cup his cheek, draw digits along the softness of his skin... but instead, his fingers dig into his hips, gripping onto his mate as he drags himself firmly along his body in short, deep, and full strokes.
It wasn't the slickest combination they've ever had... but the pure delight of being together at all couldn't be overlooked, a precious thing they'd wanted for months on end. His lips part, but instead of any response (he'd only registered his voice as static, to start), Mettaton moans again, arching his back and giving himself over to grinding into Emet-Selch.
No... he wouldn't be much of a mess. And that notion itself brings him to growl, curling around the mage again as he mashes their lips together.]
Then m... make me, make me one, Hades...
[His voice itself is a groan, nearly veering into a whine as his cock fills, a pressure swimming low, hard and deep in his body without reprieve. With no pulse, and seemingly no fluid, it felt so strangely impossible to feel so needing of release... And if his new anatomy didn't factor in veins or 'blood' or anything needed to fuel an erection or even an orgasm, there must be something magical at play. He wished he could communicate in words how he felt, with his thighs burning, hyper-aware of his own cock and the heat he occupied—but what better way to tell Emet-Selch than to show him, to leave him achingly hot and full of his release?
He'd already wanted that outcome. But with it front and center in his mind, the robotic monster groans, drawing Emet-Selch up by the hips to better penetrate him, as if he needed that.]
Stay... Give me you- Ahh, Hades, I'm going to, f-first... You let me first...!!
[Emet-Selch hasn't made any indication that he was about to come, but even still, Mettaton makes the rules. He comes first, no matter what, and he makes that clear with a tighter grip on his hips, a gasp and jerk at the sensation of being handled, his body fondled, his cock squeezed around. Inundated helplessly by sensation as he is, who was the one really in control here when MTT could barely think straight with it all?]