[It was likely that he'd be less able to tolerate 'comfortably' (as he was already uncomfortable, underneath the arousal and overall distraction, his fascination over the sensation of thick heat filling him) the robot lingering for as long as he often did. But there was no rush at all, to feel him withdraw. To the absolute contrary; if Mettaton had tried, the mage would resist with everything he could muster.
As he was still erect himself, after all, and he could imagine no better way at the moment, than to find relief with the other man still inside him.
But he's not at the point of needing to beg for that either, for permission or assistance- nor is he thinking much about it. It was a warm ache, a quick throb that he knew was arousal and very physical wanting, but it was easy enough to not concentrate on, when he had all of Mettaton's own responses to climax to witness and take. Clutching, kneading at his body as the robot collapses in his arms, his hold adjusts again to wrap around him as much as he could.
To trap him there; to keep him from escaping. Even if Mettaton could, if he chose to, robotic strength more potent than anything that Emet-Selch possessed, the mage latches tight. It was an attempt at restriction he wouldn't think to ease; it was a request in its unconscious way, to not be left. There were a number of reasons why he might be moved to cling so tightly to him, but the want to keep him at his side might be greatest of all.
Shivering, he groans into Mettaton's nuzzles, answering them with no less ardor, especially at the sound of his name, the effort it must have taken to say it as clearly as that. And to express further the pleasure he must have just experienced. It was a rush in its own right, to feel his lover undone in this way, and sharply appealing.
Appealing too, was the way he kept himself lodged tight, pushed close so that they were as flush as could be, Mettaton stuffed completely into a body that welcomed him (if not without some quarreling, some rawness). Even if he weren't hard, it would've appealed terribly, and Emet-Selch kisses him as firmly as he could, with swollen, damp lips.]
You gave so much... I can feel it.
[And it eased more in him than he thought it would, to have that reassurance, that very tangible sensation.]
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As he was still erect himself, after all, and he could imagine no better way at the moment, than to find relief with the other man still inside him.
But he's not at the point of needing to beg for that either, for permission or assistance- nor is he thinking much about it. It was a warm ache, a quick throb that he knew was arousal and very physical wanting, but it was easy enough to not concentrate on, when he had all of Mettaton's own responses to climax to witness and take. Clutching, kneading at his body as the robot collapses in his arms, his hold adjusts again to wrap around him as much as he could.
To trap him there; to keep him from escaping. Even if Mettaton could, if he chose to, robotic strength more potent than anything that Emet-Selch possessed, the mage latches tight. It was an attempt at restriction he wouldn't think to ease; it was a request in its unconscious way, to not be left. There were a number of reasons why he might be moved to cling so tightly to him, but the want to keep him at his side might be greatest of all.
Shivering, he groans into Mettaton's nuzzles, answering them with no less ardor, especially at the sound of his name, the effort it must have taken to say it as clearly as that. And to express further the pleasure he must have just experienced. It was a rush in its own right, to feel his lover undone in this way, and sharply appealing.
Appealing too, was the way he kept himself lodged tight, pushed close so that they were as flush as could be, Mettaton stuffed completely into a body that welcomed him (if not without some quarreling, some rawness). Even if he weren't hard, it would've appealed terribly, and Emet-Selch kisses him as firmly as he could, with swollen, damp lips.]
You gave so much... I can feel it.
[And it eased more in him than he thought it would, to have that reassurance, that very tangible sensation.]