[He's wrapped around the robot in more ways than just arms clutching him in an embrace, MTT thinks with amused affection. Too recently they weren't in agreement about positions... and now, it felt like the most natural thing all over again. Mettaton knew this wasn't just a body that belonged to Emet-Selch, but that the man would be fiercely protective of his position. There was no reason to fight this, given that he was already as much in pain as he'd be for now. No matter how further excited or provoked MTT could get, even he would feel too raw to go a full 'nother round.
But he was still basking in the feeling right now, and his body was eager to remain excitable as ever. Emet-Selch's still hard, a truth he knew too vividly... He could only feel it against his body, and Mettaton hums as he attempts to press deeper between Emet-Selch's legs, just to feel that bulge of heat.
... The reality that Mettaton would be just like this, unable to disguise his arousal, was a tantalizing thing. He shuddered right back to consider it, while Emet-Selch stretches against his body- arching his back, and indeed squeezing tight around his cock. Mettaton gasps again, a breath expelled against the smaller man's lips.]
... I'm so glad. So... pleased.
[His voice itself is honey, words nearly slurred together in his relaxed overcome. Even though he was warmly aroused, the sort that accompanied his ejaculation, he felt comfortably possessed and possessive- and proud of the man he called his husband, stubborn and determined and dedicated as he is. The affection he felt for Emet-Selch left him feeling so, so vulnerable... and he loved it, as he takes him into a softer kiss.
A brush of lips, a sweet taste of each other's heat. Their sentiments warm, and bodies warmer, their very hearts embodied by both. Sex between them was no mere physical affair, so much of their selves tangled up in every touch and look... Mettaton curls around Emet-Selch, his kisses lingering and steady- enough to rob him of breath, and enough to give him a chance just to reclaim it and surrender it again.]
I can feel it all. How hot I am inside of you... And oh, H... How soft you are, around me.
[... It didn't help that Mettaton was so often hard more than anything else. Made of metal, sure, but also terribly excitable, enough that his body remained provoked and ready to be fucked, to give his husband the pleasure he sought.]
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But he was still basking in the feeling right now, and his body was eager to remain excitable as ever. Emet-Selch's still hard, a truth he knew too vividly... He could only feel it against his body, and Mettaton hums as he attempts to press deeper between Emet-Selch's legs, just to feel that bulge of heat.
... The reality that Mettaton would be just like this, unable to disguise his arousal, was a tantalizing thing. He shuddered right back to consider it, while Emet-Selch stretches against his body- arching his back, and indeed squeezing tight around his cock. Mettaton gasps again, a breath expelled against the smaller man's lips.]
... I'm so glad. So... pleased.
[His voice itself is honey, words nearly slurred together in his relaxed overcome. Even though he was warmly aroused, the sort that accompanied his ejaculation, he felt comfortably possessed and possessive- and proud of the man he called his husband, stubborn and determined and dedicated as he is. The affection he felt for Emet-Selch left him feeling so, so vulnerable... and he loved it, as he takes him into a softer kiss.
A brush of lips, a sweet taste of each other's heat. Their sentiments warm, and bodies warmer, their very hearts embodied by both. Sex between them was no mere physical affair, so much of their selves tangled up in every touch and look... Mettaton curls around Emet-Selch, his kisses lingering and steady- enough to rob him of breath, and enough to give him a chance just to reclaim it and surrender it again.]
I can feel it all. How hot I am inside of you... And oh, H... How soft you are, around me.
[... It didn't help that Mettaton was so often hard more than anything else. Made of metal, sure, but also terribly excitable, enough that his body remained provoked and ready to be fucked, to give his husband the pleasure he sought.]