[He feels the thrum of Sans's reaction to his kiss vibrate through his body. His soul feels the threads of magic tremble as well and he shivers. This feels... impossibly good.
He feels and he sees Sans arch up as his magic and emotion floods through him, hears that gasp that teeters onto a tone that makes Mettaton ache in a way he doesn't think he's ever felt, wanting to hear more, needing to hear more. There's an intensity to his eyes and to his soul and-
He reaches behind him, questing around for something on the bed. When he finds it, he holds it up over his shoulder, having moved Sans's soul to one hand, and there's the distant hum of something electronic turning off.
Don't need that anymore, do they?
He tosses the remote aside, not heeding where it goes, not caring, because there's only one thing he wants right now, and it's the monster currently pinned underneath his thighs. There's that old twist of fiery possession inside him, a desire to completely take what is being offered. But he restrains. He knows that while his intentions are good, his actions may not be without discussion or at least some control over himself and he doesn't want to ruin this. He can't ruin this. Not now, when Sans is holding his soul in his hands and leaning forward-
It's a kiss. Not one like his own, but the ones skeletons give, the one that always felt special because it was like Mettaton was kissing him before he knew he wanted to, before it all clicked into place. And when he connects Mettaton stiffens, eyes wide, as he feels electricity crackle through his body, his own emotions making room for the love and desire flowing from Sans into him.
The way the magic pulses through him, it feels like it floods every inch of him, every nook and cranny available for magic to lay its sweet presence into his circuitry. For a moment he doesn't feel physical anymore; For a moment he feels once again like a being of pure magic, closer to the heart of the universe than any other monster could possibly understand. And for once it's not a bad feeling. His body is still his. He is still himself, even in this state of feeling, even as he lets out a small moan, eyes sliding shut and hips hitching forward.
Even if he may feel like a ghost, right now, it feels like he is both translucent and physical. It feels like binding back to the physical world again, only this time with the helping hand of someone who loves him, who is connected to him now, who, no matter what happens, will always be connected to him. It's a warm, strong thread that simultaneously reminds him of what he was and what he is now. And that they aren't mutually exclusive.]
Sans...!
[His name comes out as a gasp, a breathy prayer as he feels the love pour through him. This isn't anything he ever imagined it would be. This is so much more.]
Oh, Sans.
[His voice is dark and husky and he leans forward physically while still holding Sans's soul close to his chest. He leans down, biting at Sans's neck this time, one thumb idly gliding over the heart in his palm.]
Sans, I want... I need...
[His soul, still with Sans, still feeling so much emotion, shines somehow brighter than before, tendrils of magic emerging forth. They reach for Sans's soul, stopping only a few inches away. They cannot bridge the gap without Sans returning the favor. The magic waits, the soft humming growing stronger as it readies itself for true connection.]
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He feels and he sees Sans arch up as his magic and emotion floods through him, hears that gasp that teeters onto a tone that makes Mettaton ache in a way he doesn't think he's ever felt, wanting to hear more, needing to hear more. There's an intensity to his eyes and to his soul and-
He reaches behind him, questing around for something on the bed. When he finds it, he holds it up over his shoulder, having moved Sans's soul to one hand, and there's the distant hum of something electronic turning off.
Don't need that anymore, do they?
He tosses the remote aside, not heeding where it goes, not caring, because there's only one thing he wants right now, and it's the monster currently pinned underneath his thighs. There's that old twist of fiery possession inside him, a desire to completely take what is being offered. But he restrains. He knows that while his intentions are good, his actions may not be without discussion or at least some control over himself and he doesn't want to ruin this. He can't ruin this. Not now, when Sans is holding his soul in his hands and leaning forward-
It's a kiss. Not one like his own, but the ones skeletons give, the one that always felt special because it was like Mettaton was kissing him before he knew he wanted to, before it all clicked into place. And when he connects Mettaton stiffens, eyes wide, as he feels electricity crackle through his body, his own emotions making room for the love and desire flowing from Sans into him.
The way the magic pulses through him, it feels like it floods every inch of him, every nook and cranny available for magic to lay its sweet presence into his circuitry. For a moment he doesn't feel physical anymore; For a moment he feels once again like a being of pure magic, closer to the heart of the universe than any other monster could possibly understand. And for once it's not a bad feeling. His body is still his. He is still himself, even in this state of feeling, even as he lets out a small moan, eyes sliding shut and hips hitching forward.
Even if he may feel like a ghost, right now, it feels like he is both translucent and physical. It feels like binding back to the physical world again, only this time with the helping hand of someone who loves him, who is connected to him now, who, no matter what happens, will always be connected to him. It's a warm, strong thread that simultaneously reminds him of what he was and what he is now. And that they aren't mutually exclusive.]
Sans...!
[His name comes out as a gasp, a breathy prayer as he feels the love pour through him. This isn't anything he ever imagined it would be. This is so much more.]
Oh, Sans.
[His voice is dark and husky and he leans forward physically while still holding Sans's soul close to his chest. He leans down, biting at Sans's neck this time, one thumb idly gliding over the heart in his palm.]
Sans, I want... I need...
[His soul, still with Sans, still feeling so much emotion, shines somehow brighter than before, tendrils of magic emerging forth. They reach for Sans's soul, stopping only a few inches away. They cannot bridge the gap without Sans returning the favor. The magic waits, the soft humming growing stronger as it readies itself for true connection.]