[It wasn't as though Emet-Selch couldn't be patient. His life, for a very long time, had been nothing but the demonstration of patience. That didn't mean that he enjoyed it, and particularly with things like this, when what he wanted was right before him, was eminently attainable--
How very vexing.
But just as he was starting to resign himself to frustration, to begin the arduous journey of calming himself back down from all this attention, Mettaton has to go and kiss him again.
A more startled sound escapes him, stifled by the other's lips; caught off-guard, there's more of an open sense of need to it, that he would otherwise keep restrained. And underneath it all, a yearning for something unattainable in truth, yet longed for all the same.
But he answers the kiss without hesitation, continues it for longer than was probably safe, before finally wrenching himself free from the contact, breathing fast. Letting go entirely, he takes a step back; the sudden lack of contact almost painful, but necessary. What a terrible thing necessity was. Looking to Mettaton, his expression is unguarded for a moment- and showing something strangely akin to grief, of all things- before it's quickly masked by irritation, the common frown. His eyes close, willing his pulse to calm, to little effect.]
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How very vexing.
But just as he was starting to resign himself to frustration, to begin the arduous journey of calming himself back down from all this attention, Mettaton has to go and kiss him again.
A more startled sound escapes him, stifled by the other's lips; caught off-guard, there's more of an open sense of need to it, that he would otherwise keep restrained. And underneath it all, a yearning for something unattainable in truth, yet longed for all the same.
But he answers the kiss without hesitation, continues it for longer than was probably safe, before finally wrenching himself free from the contact, breathing fast. Letting go entirely, he takes a step back; the sudden lack of contact almost painful, but necessary. What a terrible thing necessity was. Looking to Mettaton, his expression is unguarded for a moment- and showing something strangely akin to grief, of all things- before it's quickly masked by irritation, the common frown. His eyes close, willing his pulse to calm, to little effect.]
Honestly... 'tis cruel to tease like that.