[When the kiss came, it was not unexpected, but no less for it. And it's without hesitation that Emet-Selch presses into it for as long as it lasts, even making a slightly annoyed sound when it ends sooner than he would have preferred. But the touch of tongue distracts him, as does the response he'd elicited from the scratch of his fingers. It was a bit gratifying, for some reason, to watch him like this.
Much like he'd been surprised that Mettaton hadn't formed a Bond before, Emet-Selch was surprised to find that he seemingly hadn't experimented with sensation like this before either. Though with what bit more he knew of him now... it was perhaps not entirely unusual, after all.
...Ah, right, words.]
Then I suppose there's much to catch up on.
[And he wasn't unamenable, for reasons Emet-Selch didn't care much to examine. Mettaton was interesting, and the touch of his hands were nice, especially once warmed; there were worse situations to be in.
However, they were still in public, and there were limits, even for an Ascian. It doesn't keep him from closing that small distance between their mouths once more, this time with his own tongue flicking out, to brush along the other man's lips. And slip between them, if permitted to. The hand at the back of the robot's neck drags itself up to bury itself roughly in his hair instead, as though discouraging any attempt to pull away from him.]
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Much like he'd been surprised that Mettaton hadn't formed a Bond before, Emet-Selch was surprised to find that he seemingly hadn't experimented with sensation like this before either. Though with what bit more he knew of him now... it was perhaps not entirely unusual, after all.
...Ah, right, words.]
Then I suppose there's much to catch up on.
[And he wasn't unamenable, for reasons Emet-Selch didn't care much to examine. Mettaton was interesting, and the touch of his hands were nice, especially once warmed; there were worse situations to be in.
However, they were still in public, and there were limits, even for an Ascian. It doesn't keep him from closing that small distance between their mouths once more, this time with his own tongue flicking out, to brush along the other man's lips. And slip between them, if permitted to. The hand at the back of the robot's neck drags itself up to bury itself roughly in his hair instead, as though discouraging any attempt to pull away from him.]