“You like this, darling? Then how about this?” He said as he started to pepper slow soft kisses to your neck and up to your jaw, making your breath catch and cheeks feel like they were on fire. His curiosity was getting out of control, you had to stop him.
“M-Mettaton, please you h-have to let me go.” You say as you try to steady your breathing, you were getting really flustered, and you needed to keep a level head with him.
“No, I need to keep you here with me.” He said in between kisses, one set of hands massaging your chest, occasionally pinching the tender skin, while the other set held your wrists above your head, his grip was just tight enough to keep you from escaping. Your head felt so muddled, you were trying to focus but the sensations were overwhelming.
“You are so soft, darling.” He said absentmindedly as his hand started to climb higher up your shirt, his touch was gentle and tentative like he wasn’t sure what he was doing. Your breathing was quickening and soft mewls were escaping you as you leaned into in his gentle touches.