[Mm-mmm is about the closest approximation of a noise to leave Mettaton's lips as he continues to pepper Keats' face with affection. Shut up. No explaining, just this. He reaches down to grab the other man's hands, pulling them up and into his own hair before finding the other's face again.
Mettaton already knew his lips were soft, he knew that, knew the stubble on his face actually implied how it felt with its name, but... but this is so much different than just being a floating heart.
Gravity is beginning to win out against him and his suddenly weak knees, but he doesn't care. He lets it drag him further into Keats' chest as he tangles his fingers into that mousy-brown hair he's been dying to feel for forever, tracing the curve of his jaw with his lips. His chest his warm. His hands are warm. His face is burning. Mettaton can still feel the tears trailing down his own face and it's strange, to feel so strong and actually have his body reflect it, but doesn't take away from this.
He's in the middle of kissing his neck when a shot rings out. The laser-blast crops close enough for him to feel the heat of it (haha!! He can FEEL IT!!) and Mettaton barely manages to turn himself to face the offending attacker between his wobbly legs and clinging arms.]
Do you MIND?!?!
[He's already summoning bombs. This is COMPLETELY rude!!]
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Mettaton already knew his lips were soft, he knew that, knew the stubble on his face actually implied how it felt with its name, but... but this is so much different than just being a floating heart.
Gravity is beginning to win out against him and his suddenly weak knees, but he doesn't care. He lets it drag him further into Keats' chest as he tangles his fingers into that mousy-brown hair he's been dying to feel for forever, tracing the curve of his jaw with his lips. His chest his warm. His hands are warm. His face is burning. Mettaton can still feel the tears trailing down his own face and it's strange, to feel so strong and actually have his body reflect it, but doesn't take away from this.
He's in the middle of kissing his neck when a shot rings out. The laser-blast crops close enough for him to feel the heat of it (haha!! He can FEEL IT!!) and Mettaton barely manages to turn himself to face the offending attacker between his wobbly legs and clinging arms.]
Do you MIND?!?!
[He's already summoning bombs. This is COMPLETELY rude!!]