[Whether learned or innate it was Mettaton's response, to vocalize in sounds that were as good as panting, gasps to demonstrate his overwhelm. And Emet-Selch clung to him in such a way that made him feel totally secured. Had he been the flighty person he'd wondered he might be in Emet-Selch's clutches, to be clung to might've been uncomfortable, unwanted... But with their precise chemistry, he wouldn't want anything different, not ever. Feeling him tight against his body and writhing in time with each movement was a treat, and he felt touched to be granted that sight and feeling of Emet-Selch so lively and enamored.
Softer feelings to accompany such a base combining, as Mettaton barely removes himself from Emet-Selch's body while stirring himself deep. And with every spurt of seed Emet-Selch was that bit slicker... too late, of course, given that he'd already be raw.
But in the moment he had much to give, and Emet-Selch was evidently overeager to take. He squeezes 'round his erection in a way that felt as though demanding, and the idol grins madly to give all he had, collapsing close to the soft body beneath him. It's no small wonder that Emet-Selch sounds considerably breathless as he attempts to capture his lips in a kiss. By considerably breathless, Mettaton knew it was because he really did need the breath, while he did not... but it was all the same to him, these signs of affect.
Emet-Selch's hand departs from his sensitive side, but he feels next the warmth of his arm wrapped around his torso instead. With a short tremble he curls, collapses, comes apart as he slackens in his lover's arms, a low, shaky groan the sound that accompanies his final good thrust, whatever heat he presently had to give squeezed from his cock. Against Emet-Selch's lips, Mettaton's part, and he nuzzles him sweetly.]
H... Hades...
[His name needs to be said, an answer to the times Emet-Selch uttered his name between moans. He squirms his way between thighs, and stuffs himself down to the root, not wanting to surrender his spot just because he'd finished his orgasm.]
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Softer feelings to accompany such a base combining, as Mettaton barely removes himself from Emet-Selch's body while stirring himself deep. And with every spurt of seed Emet-Selch was that bit slicker... too late, of course, given that he'd already be raw.
But in the moment he had much to give, and Emet-Selch was evidently overeager to take. He squeezes 'round his erection in a way that felt as though demanding, and the idol grins madly to give all he had, collapsing close to the soft body beneath him. It's no small wonder that Emet-Selch sounds considerably breathless as he attempts to capture his lips in a kiss. By considerably breathless, Mettaton knew it was because he really did need the breath, while he did not... but it was all the same to him, these signs of affect.
Emet-Selch's hand departs from his sensitive side, but he feels next the warmth of his arm wrapped around his torso instead. With a short tremble he curls, collapses, comes apart as he slackens in his lover's arms, a low, shaky groan the sound that accompanies his final good thrust, whatever heat he presently had to give squeezed from his cock. Against Emet-Selch's lips, Mettaton's part, and he nuzzles him sweetly.]
H... Hades...
[His name needs to be said, an answer to the times Emet-Selch uttered his name between moans. He squirms his way between thighs, and stuffs himself down to the root, not wanting to surrender his spot just because he'd finished his orgasm.]
Ohhh, you d... you do me in...