[He feels like he's soaring, experiencing that rush of performing something perfectly and having the audience fall in love. But this time it means so much more. It's more intimate in a way that Mettaton knows he has been craving for years. How long has it been that he has wanted to feel like this? To feel utterly devoted to someone and feel it in return? It feels like it has been forever. But he must say, if this is how it feels then perhaps the wait was worth it.

He doesn't have much to say, really, especially when Sans initiates the kiss and he surges forward, pressing his lips hungrily against Sans's mouth. When he feels the open invitation he slips his tongue inside, running it over the roof of his mouth. He leans his body forward as well, pressing himself against the other monster. He lets his tongue explore the entirety of his mouth, pulling away after a long moment. He looks at Sans with hooded eyes, and speaks with a voice dripping in desire.]

Sans... I have to admit I am feeling quite, ah, energetic tonight so if you aren't at the same level just tell me now so I don't go overboard.

[His hand creeps to the edge of Sans's hoodie again, not poking under but merely teasing.]

I don't want to overwhelm you.

[He gives him another quick kiss and then moves to kiss lightly at his neck. Perhaps not the best thing to do when trying to get consent that's not coerced but goodness, he just wants to tear him apart.]