[Mettaton was his prize, and he felt no shame in expressing that feeling in the way he held him, in the way he clutched at his body and demanded his nearness. His company and his touch, and every one of his expressions.
That there was the consequence of being secured himself, kept so snug against the mattress that he was compressed into it, that was a pleasure too. There usually was, in being restricted, restrained, unable to move from his taller mate's grasp. Though he disliked the way he'd gotten here, Emet-Selch was entirely taken by his place underneath the other man now, and would be resentful instead to lose it.
Not that he thought there was any chance of him losing much of anything, when everything about his husband's behavior (and their extensive history together), spoke of a maintained interest, no matter his recent climax. Which could have set his heart speeding if it weren't already quick, his body already alight with its own interest. He shivered nonetheless, not fighting the way his lips, his breath were each captured by the monster- and his attention with it, his focus centered utterly on Mettaton.
And his body remained understandably responsive to him, reactive to that press of hips, the breathless noise he makes one of simple wanting. A twitch of his body upward is its own request, and a showing that he would take everything Mettaton had to give, no matter how thick he was. But gods, that depth, that heat....
The stiff cock he had nudging up against the other man was one direct way of showing off that Emet-Selch liked this. Not that he needed an erection to do that, or to enjoy himself, but it was a means he had no control over either.]
Can't you tell?
[He echoes his sigh- or tries to, so near his lips, as his body shifts and tries to stretch underneath him. It amounts mostly to squeezing the idol with his limbs (and inevitably around his cock), before relenting. Despite continuing to be pent up, aroused and wanting and unrelieved, some other part of him was relaxed. It was no particular surprise; he had Mettaton's length fully inside of him, had felt him come just like this. Something that had been missing from their lives had been righted (if not without some pain, but that was a minor detail ultimately). Everything... worked, and he had the proof inside him that his lover could know the pleasure that he deserved.
(Taste (and saliva) and smell would still have to be recovered, but though he missed knowing that Mettaton could experience him in those ways, it wasn't as bitter of a miss as his lack of sensation had been.)]
...I love it.
[That Mettaton would know both his warmth and his softness, reflected and given over to him along the whole length of his body, and even inside him- it made him feel that little bit less alone.]
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That there was the consequence of being secured himself, kept so snug against the mattress that he was compressed into it, that was a pleasure too. There usually was, in being restricted, restrained, unable to move from his taller mate's grasp. Though he disliked the way he'd gotten here, Emet-Selch was entirely taken by his place underneath the other man now, and would be resentful instead to lose it.
Not that he thought there was any chance of him losing much of anything, when everything about his husband's behavior (and their extensive history together), spoke of a maintained interest, no matter his recent climax. Which could have set his heart speeding if it weren't already quick, his body already alight with its own interest. He shivered nonetheless, not fighting the way his lips, his breath were each captured by the monster- and his attention with it, his focus centered utterly on Mettaton.
And his body remained understandably responsive to him, reactive to that press of hips, the breathless noise he makes one of simple wanting. A twitch of his body upward is its own request, and a showing that he would take everything Mettaton had to give, no matter how thick he was. But gods, that depth, that heat....
The stiff cock he had nudging up against the other man was one direct way of showing off that Emet-Selch liked this. Not that he needed an erection to do that, or to enjoy himself, but it was a means he had no control over either.]
Can't you tell?
[He echoes his sigh- or tries to, so near his lips, as his body shifts and tries to stretch underneath him. It amounts mostly to squeezing the idol with his limbs (and inevitably around his cock), before relenting. Despite continuing to be pent up, aroused and wanting and unrelieved, some other part of him was relaxed. It was no particular surprise; he had Mettaton's length fully inside of him, had felt him come just like this. Something that had been missing from their lives had been righted (if not without some pain, but that was a minor detail ultimately). Everything... worked, and he had the proof inside him that his lover could know the pleasure that he deserved.
(Taste (and saliva) and smell would still have to be recovered, but though he missed knowing that Mettaton could experience him in those ways, it wasn't as bitter of a miss as his lack of sensation had been.)]
...I love it.
[That Mettaton would know both his warmth and his softness, reflected and given over to him along the whole length of his body, and even inside him- it made him feel that little bit less alone.]