“Hm, how about-” Mettaton leans in and turns up his speaker so you can hear him over the vibrator and your own moans. He tilts your head up into a gentle kiss and when he pulls back you only see absolute adoration (and tiny pink hearts) in his pixelated eyes.
“Oh my god, you're almost as beautiful as I am-” he blinks, and grins, showing off the pretty enamel fangs that make your knees go weak.
“You've gone and made me so fucking hot, baby. Your cute little moans and gorgeous body are absolutely wrecking me, do you think you should take care of your master?” Mettaton licks his lips and runs a hand down your face, stopping so you can rest your head for a moment. You furiously nod and try to look up at him.
“We’ll stop when I come, okay?”
“Yeah.. That sounds good.”