[He mentions the party and Mettaton pauses for a moment, surprised. He remembers their dance together, how it felt like there was no one else in the world but them, and he remembers-
He feels a cold shiver run through his soul as he remembers his mirror, the look of anger on his face when he talked to him before he knew that he hurt Sans.
No. No, he won't let Mirrorton ruin this again, indirectly or otherwise. Mettaton brings himself back to the present, burying his face in Sans's neck and just letting himself feel close. He lets one of his hands slip under his coat, delicately stroking the bones he comes in contact with.]
Mm, yes. I remember feeling that surge of heat from your soul to mine and it was exhilarating.
[He feels a hand on his hip and he heeds the silent demand, pushing his hips forward to press into Sans's hip bones.]
It was like I could feel how much you wanted me... every time we kissed I could feel your pleasure and mine...
[He murmurs these words into Sans's neck, taking long and languid drags of his tongue over and in between vertebrae.]
I wanted you so badly. And I want you so badly right now.
[He feels like he's rambling even as he feels his soul flaring in its container. His magic is almost straining, reaching for something. He blushes then, realizing what it is that his soul is craving. He says nothing about it though, instead opting to mouth at the other side of Sans's neck.]
YEAAAAAH
He feels a cold shiver run through his soul as he remembers his mirror, the look of anger on his face when he talked to him before he knew that he hurt Sans.
No. No, he won't let Mirrorton ruin this again, indirectly or otherwise. Mettaton brings himself back to the present, burying his face in Sans's neck and just letting himself feel close. He lets one of his hands slip under his coat, delicately stroking the bones he comes in contact with.]
Mm, yes. I remember feeling that surge of heat from your soul to mine and it was exhilarating.
[He feels a hand on his hip and he heeds the silent demand, pushing his hips forward to press into Sans's hip bones.]
It was like I could feel how much you wanted me... every time we kissed I could feel your pleasure and mine...
[He murmurs these words into Sans's neck, taking long and languid drags of his tongue over and in between vertebrae.]
I wanted you so badly. And I want you so badly right now.
[He feels like he's rambling even as he feels his soul flaring in its container. His magic is almost straining, reaching for something. He blushes then, realizing what it is that his soul is craving. He says nothing about it though, instead opting to mouth at the other side of Sans's neck.]