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[ex_mettacrusher33]

[It really is like a revelation. Like being able to see or hear for the first time. His body is shouting with so many different responses to stimuli that he's never experienced before. It's so overwhelming... Those tears are starting to leak from his eyes again, he can feel it. He can feel everything, like bursts of color even though his eyes have closed.

His fingers instinctively massage the other man's scalp, enjoying the feeling of his hair and his warmth. His lips part with a contented sigh, inhaling warm breath and copying the movement of the lips against his own. He pushes himself further against Keats, chest pressed against chest and mind spinning as it had been hours before.

Mettaton's never been one for learning to crawl before walking. He can finally touch. He can finally feel. One of his hands drops out of Keats' hair and trails underneath his collar, feeling for the muscles on his back.

They're nice.]

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[He always had imagined some wild romantic fantasy for himself, even though he was ever loath to admit it, and it pretty much feels like he's reached it. Of course, it's hardly a story, neither of them are shining knights in armor, and yet, there's a sense of genuine romance here that he can't deny. They are kissing, REALLY kissing for the first time. And it's even more than he expected.]

[He sighs into the kiss, his hands reaching up to mimic Mettaton, fingers brushing through the other's hair. Mettaton is exploring his body already, and he murmurs something unintelligible - go on, yes - as his hands trail down the other's neck.]