[Some part of him recognized that it would be difficult for them to continue fucking like this past their current round. (It was the sore part of him.) Even though he'd been willing- demanding to be hurt in order to be full, that state had been achieved. Not in the way he'd originally thought it would, but which had brought pleasure regardless. While he still hoped to see his own release, to mark Mettaton again in this obvious way, he understood that they were both raw. Rawness that would only get worse, and something they could at least attempt to avoid.
(Especially as he knew they'd be lured into sex as a constant thing, and keeping the damage manageable would be a line they'd have to tred carefully. He wasn't satisfied at being fucked like this once- but he was reassured enough by it in the moment to not demand more of it for now. Just holding him this way was something to savor.)
That Mettaton would remain aroused though, would be provoked anyway, Emet-Selch could sigh over it. Affectionate and exasperated both (and attracted not least, his own cock throbbing at the idea of knowing of his lover's interest in him), he moans instead, soft and low, to follow the robot's reply. Of course he'd react to being clenched around, to being held somewhere snug and warm, and so recently made significantly hotter by the addition of semen.
No less important, though, were the emotional appeals made, the willingness to be vulnerable in the ways of wanting and weakness. Not without difficulties... but that was how they'd always been together, and he felt as though he could melt into a kiss as soft as this. As gentle as this, even when they felt as strongly as they did.
Reluctantly, he takes the opportunity for breath he was given; quick moments, that he just as willingly gives back, in favor of more affection to share. And even if Mettaton couldn't taste him (and that hint of come between them had mostly faded, but he didn't think he was imagining it), there was another pleasure in remembering that he could at least feel the heat in their kiss, the warmth of their lips together- and with it, the softness of his own.
Softness that his own body had plenty of, and when it meant he could meld and give way to Mettaton's firmness, it felt the perfect match.]
I said that I would be... accommodating.
[Even if he had to fight to do it... even if it hurt. But for as giving as his body was in most places, he felt especially hard in one way- and with the way Mettaton pushed closer to him (inspiring of a gasp, a squirm into his arms), he knew his lover was aware of it.]
But- won't you help, to see me off a- another time?
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(Especially as he knew they'd be lured into sex as a constant thing, and keeping the damage manageable would be a line they'd have to tred carefully. He wasn't satisfied at being fucked like this once- but he was reassured enough by it in the moment to not demand more of it for now. Just holding him this way was something to savor.)
That Mettaton would remain aroused though, would be provoked anyway, Emet-Selch could sigh over it. Affectionate and exasperated both (and attracted not least, his own cock throbbing at the idea of knowing of his lover's interest in him), he moans instead, soft and low, to follow the robot's reply. Of course he'd react to being clenched around, to being held somewhere snug and warm, and so recently made significantly hotter by the addition of semen.
No less important, though, were the emotional appeals made, the willingness to be vulnerable in the ways of wanting and weakness. Not without difficulties... but that was how they'd always been together, and he felt as though he could melt into a kiss as soft as this. As gentle as this, even when they felt as strongly as they did.
Reluctantly, he takes the opportunity for breath he was given; quick moments, that he just as willingly gives back, in favor of more affection to share. And even if Mettaton couldn't taste him (and that hint of come between them had mostly faded, but he didn't think he was imagining it), there was another pleasure in remembering that he could at least feel the heat in their kiss, the warmth of their lips together- and with it, the softness of his own.
Softness that his own body had plenty of, and when it meant he could meld and give way to Mettaton's firmness, it felt the perfect match.]
I said that I would be... accommodating.
[Even if he had to fight to do it... even if it hurt. But for as giving as his body was in most places, he felt especially hard in one way- and with the way Mettaton pushed closer to him (inspiring of a gasp, a squirm into his arms), he knew his lover was aware of it.]
But- won't you help, to see me off a- another time?