Vampire Lord Mettaton pt 3

itsAlana01/28/2019
After a long and lovely nap, Rouxls awakens in the arms of a very, very attractive Mettaton, who he regards with carnal admiration for at least five minutes before drowsily pulling away and finding something to wear, shamelessly stolen from the vampire's closet. Pink isn't usually his color, but he thinks Mettaton won't mind too much... maybe he'll even like it, seeing Rouxls in his clothing!

Tittering to himself, Rouxls slips out into the midday warmth to find the stables, or the serving boy to direct him to them, and to look after Domino. She'll need brushing and a trot around the castle, and he should see what feed they have and make sure her water's fresh, and then he can... well, he's sure he can find something to do...

And so Rouxls whiles away some hours, attending to his horse and exploring the castle and harassing/flirting with?/bullying Terrence, which the unfortunate creature is surely used to by now; and then he wanders back to Mettaton's room as the sun slides past the horizon, finding her bed as Rouxls waits for Mettaton to rise from his.

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Mettaton most likely will not mind Rouxls borrowing his clothes, and likely will find it enjoyable... But as it is, he was in the exact same position when Rouxls woke up that he was when he fell asleep, and he stays put even as Rouxls wriggles out of bed, and as Rouxls changes, and as he steps out of the room... He sleeps like the dead! (Har, har)

Terrance absolutely does NOT enjoy being bullied/flirted with?/bothered by Rouxls, and he only barely grins and bears it, his patience swiftly wearing thin. It's likely not gonna last the week. But Domino is taken care of, and Mettaton's castle is completely lovely, and Terrance is fun to bother, and Mettaton stays dead asleep all the day long.

In fact, it's just as Rouxls is returning to Mettaton's room that the vampire starts to rise, sitting up right as his recent lover enters the bedchamber. He hardly notices, busy rubbing at his eyes and half-stretching, yawning wide, fangs fully bared and glinting in the low light as the candles in the room start to light themselves.

"Oh, Rouxls..." He murmurs sleepily, blinking blearily at his recent lover. He smiles, and leans back against the pillows, a very noticeable cowlick in his soft, dark hair from where he'd slept on it unmoving ALL day. "Right on time, aren't you? Did you have a nice day, Darling? Sorry I wasn't available to entertain you."

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"Oh, worryeth not, my handsomme lord!" Rouxls chirps, settling on the edge of the bed and scooting in close-- and look at Mettaton! What a handsome sleepy vampire he is! "I am fully capable of entertaining myself. I've lookethed after my Steed and explorethed the castle, and rested a little more myself... though, I think, not as deeply as thou hast." His hand finds Mettaton's squished hair, and he fingercombs it, grinning at the vampire lord. "Didst thou dreameth pleasant dreams? Do vampires have dreams?"

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"Remind me to point you to the library later- I hope you like to read?" He asks, still sounding awfully sleepy, tipping his head into Rouxls' combing fingers, eyes fluttering shut. "We dream on occasion. I don't think I dreamed today. Or perhaps I did, and simply do not remember. Oh well."

He yawns again, giving Rouxls an even closer look at those long, sharp teeth, two on top and two on the bottom. "Hah... Mnh. I think, perhaps, I could do with a good 'morning' kiss, don't you think?" He asks, looking up at Rouxls a bit slyly, winking at him. "Won't you give your Master a kiss, Darling?"

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Rouxls giggles, and scoots even closer, until he's nudged right up against Mettaton, leaning with one hand against his chest. "I do liketh reading," he murmurs, "though I knoweth not how thou expecteth me to looketh away from thounest perfeckt face long enough to do so..."

And then he does give his master a kiss! He gives him several, even! And maybe curls his fingers in the vampire's hair and tugs it lightly, with a little giggle, and slides his other hand down to caress his stomach under the blankets... good morning, Mettaton, did you want a sexy horny boy?

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The first kiss interrupts Mettaton having a little bit of a snort, because he can't get over the ridiculous way Rouxls likes to talk, and he's too freshly awake to bother stifling it. So he's smiling and giggling softly into their kisses, at least until his messy bedhead hair is sweetly tugged. He moans just barely, soft and sweet, melting closer to Rouxls as his stomach is touched by a mortal hand, warm through the thin fabric of his nightgown.

He did not directly ask for a sexy horny boy, but he's certainly not complaining! He purrs, lashes fluttering, raising his arms to lazily drape them about Rouxls' shoulders. "Mmh..." He sighs softly, breaking their kisses. "Are you looking to tucker me right back out even before dinner? Naughty thing..."

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Answering with a noncommittal hum, Rouxls nuzzles along Mettaton's jaw, presses his face against his neck, breaths in the smell of him-- what does a vampire smell like?-- and then imitates the bites he's been given, teeth laying gently against Mettaton's neck and tongue tracing over his skin... he wonders what it feels like, to be the one with fangs, to bite into someone and drink their blood...

He pulls away, slightly, and singsongs softly, "Well, it's up to thou, isn't it, ma~a~aster~?" before kissing Mettaton's cheek and straightening up, a smug little smile on his face. "After all, thou'rt my evil, domineering Captor, art thou not? I surely couldn't make thou do anything at all."

Absolutely nothing at all! Definitely not by, say, giving his hair a little tug, like this...

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It may just be this vampire, but he smells like something sweet and sugary, and a bit like sex and sweat, and with a coppery tinge... Mettaton gasps in pleased surprise when he finds himself being bitten, bitten like how he'd bitten Rouxls. It's a wonderful sting, even if it doesn't have the same sharpness as a real vampire's fang's might, like his own, but he likes it- he likes it a lot.

But then, oh, Rouxls is VERY naughty. What a bad boy he is! Teasing Mettaton, toying with him, proclaiming his innocence and his helplessness, all while going straight for the vampire lord's weakness- tugging his messy hair, making him gasp again, making him whimper and melt under Rouxls' touch, making his lashes flutter and his head tip back, like some fainting waif.

"O-Oh, you are a *bad* boy, aren't you?" He whispers, and giggles, cupping his hands around the back of Rouxls' neck, lacing his fingers together.

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"Me?" Rouxls coos, feigning innocence, and nuzzles back in towards Mettaton's throat, nuzzling and playing his teeth against his skin. He smells so sweet... like a lovely dessert... and here Rouxls though he was the after-dinner snack! "I'm certain I knoweth not what thou meanst," he murmurs, and tugs some more, and nibbles some more... he could just play with this handsome lord all night, mmm! Except that he's still mortal, and his stomach is complaining that he hasn't eaten since breakfast, and also it might be fun to tease...

Snickering to himself, Rouxls tugs and nibbles and licks for a few moments longer and then pulls away, leaving his hand in Mettaton's hair but otherwise separating them entirely. "I'm but a starving, innocent waif, hungry for a scrap of my lord's bread, if he'll be so kind," he says, so sincerely that it's ridiculous, and bats his eyelashes. "Willst thou allow me into thy dining hall again, master~?"

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And here Mettaton thought Vampires were the ones that were supposed to be the monsters! And yet, here Rouxls sits, claiming hunger and leaving Mettaton without a satisfactory conclusion after all that biting and licking and touching and hairtugging. The nerve of this mortal!!

Poor Mettaton has a hard cock under the blankets, and his face is pink, and his limbs feel a little jellylike, and he pouts so hard at Rouxls. And yet, he can't help but comply to his evil, naughty mortal pet... "Oh, boo. I suppose I could hardly bare to be any less but the most gracious master to my darling new pet..." He says with a dramatic sigh, before scooting his way out of bed and onto his bare feet. "But I expect to be paid with just one more kiss before I allow you to dine with me once more."

With that said, he turns to face Rouxls, smiling and tapping a clawed fingertip against his lips. Come kiss your master, Rouxls!

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"So cruel thou art!" Rouxls says, batting his lashes, "surely 'twould be kinder to simply locketh me in the dungeon!" and tilts himself up onto his knees on Mettaton's bed, reaching up to link his hands behind Mettaton's neck and pull him down for a lingering kiss, Rouxls' tongue demanding entrance and, if and when granted it, searching out those cute, cute fangs to tease his tongue against...

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Mmmh- Mettaton knows this is going to end in more dissatisfying teasing, buildup with no resolution until, perhaps, after dinner, but... He can't resist, when Rouxls pulls him into such a lovely kiss, when his tongue begs entrance at his lips. He relents, happily parting them, reaching up a hand to cup his mortal's cheek while the other plants itself against the bed to support him as he leans over Rouxls.

It's apparently makeout time now, Mettaton meeting Rouxls' teasing tongue with a fang gently grazing it, his lips pressing firmly to his lover's. After a minute, though, he breaks the kiss, murmuring against Rouxls' lips, "I have half a mind to straddle you right now, trap you against the bed, make you please me before I feed you..."

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Ohhh, that's hot, that's super hot, Mettaton being unable to resist him-- Rouxls slings a long, slender leg around Mettaton's hip, shamelessly pulling his body closer, and coos, "Oh no~ anything but that, my master~ how couldst I survive sucheth a terrible fate?"

Sure, he's hungry, but if Mettaton were to, say, decide to ravish his definitely unwilling and innocent ingenue dick... well, he'd be helpless to stop him!

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Alas, Rouxls is not the only cruel tease in this castle... Just as Rouxls had gotten Mettaton all hot and bothered a couple minutes ago only to pull away from him and beg for dinner, Mettaton wrests himself from Rouxls, standing up and straightening out his nightdown and dressing gown. "It is a good thing, then, that I am not so cruel." He says, cruelly, pink eyes glowing mischievously. "I would not keep my sweet pet from being fed... What sort of master would I be then?"

Giggling, he steps away to his wardrobe, glancing over his shoulder at Rouxls knowingly as he says, "Just give me a moment to dress for dinner."

And then he's pulling off his nightgown, dressing gown slipping off him and melting back into his large pair of wings once he's bare, and Rouxls absolutely has a full view of the very sexy backside of a vampire, wings spread out. But then, alas, he's pulling on a pair of dark trousers and a relaxed, if still luxuriously presentable, shirt, and his wings wrap about him back into the dressing gown as he slips into a pair of boots.

It's hardly fancy and definitely not meant for receiving guests, something more relaxed. He yawns as he turns back to Rouxls, running his claws through his hair to straighten it out a bit, but not bothering with anything more. "Shall we go to dinner, then, Darling?"

itsAlana01/28/2019
Oh no!! oh no!! he turnabouted it! And it was fair play! Mean!!! :'(

Rouxls whines a little when Mettaton pulls so cruelly away, flopping back onto the bed and pouting-- but he's very promptly distracted from his pout when Mettaton strips, and he's still all but drooling when Mettaton's done getting dressed, propped up on his elbows and his bright blue eyes admiring every inch of his new master. "Dinner," he agrees, rather distractedly, as he gets up from Mettaton's bed and steps in close, to snuggle close against him and link elbows with the vampire. "Dinner soundeths lovely, as long as I can drinketh in the sight of you with it," he says, after a moment of enjoying the closeness.

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"Oh, good, something we can agree on. Because I'd like to do the same with you." Mettaton purrs, welcoming Rouxls at his side, holding the mortal's arm in his as he leads the way out of his suite. "Although, I must admit, I'd like to drink more of you than just the sight..."

He smirks, and winks, and pats Rouxls' arm with his free hand, and asks, "By the way, how are you feeling, Darling? I have been SO worried that I drained you a little too much... I hope you are recovering well?"

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Ohoho! Rouxls grins, coyly looking at Mettaton through his pale lashes, and asks, "Whatever couldst thou mean, my lord~?" in a sweet and innocent tone-- but then he answers, with forward honesty, "I feeleth a little, ah, drainethed... not so much as I did when I fell asleep at thy side, but I have been tiring faster today than usual." He smecks a little kiss against Mettaton's cheekbone, and flirts, "Though notteth so drained that I couldn't entertain thou after dinner..."

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Ahhh, what a sweet little smooch, it has Mettaton smiling, giggling softly. "I suppose I will wait a while longer before I drink of you again, then." He says softly, reaching out to briefly trace a clawed fingertip along Rouxls' jaw. He's not even looking where they're going, though his feet seem to know where to go. Ahead of them, the curtains of every window pull themselves open in turn as the castle's Lord approaches, letting in the fresh moonlight. "You mortals are so fragile... I wouldn't want to wear you out so quickly."

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Rouxls doesn't look like he'd especially mind having Mettaton drink from him again, shivering and smiling and leaning into the touch of Mettaton's claw. "I supposeth," he says, and turns his head and lifts his hand, to catch Mettaton's and give his fingers kisses. "Though I canst barely wait, master, to feel thy teeth again..."

Rouxls, you kinky, kinky boy!

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Rouxls can keep on calling Mettaton 'master', please, he's really, really liking that, just as an aside. "Mmm... Well, just because I should refrain from drinking a little while longer, does not mean I cannot at least have a little taste here and there..." He winks, running his tongue over his teeth, and then stopping his stride so he can turn to Rouxls. With one hand still in Rouxls', he lifts the other to cup his cheek, pulling him into a kiss... Only to nip at his lips with sharp teeth, just enough to gently cut, make it bleed just a little, so that he can lap up the droplets with a cool tongue. And then, pulling away, he chuckles and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, cooing, "Delicious."

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Rouxls is instantly breathless and hard and god damn it why did he have to start the teasing, he could be fucking Mettaton right now if he hadn't...

He licks his lips, too, eyes darkening, and says, "Yes, thou couldst have little tastes... lots of them, my lord, and anytime thou wantethed..." Rouxls no that's gonna end up being all of your blood! Not that Rouxls cares, and he curls his fingers in Mettaton's shirt, steps in close again, kisses him again... Do they have to go to dinner?

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Mettaton giggles, and welcomes the kisses, lets Rouxls hold onto his shirt, dropping his hands to grab at the edges of his dressing gown, wrapping it around Rouxls as he curls his arms around the human's middle. "Mm, I like the sound of that... though, I think I will still ration them out. I'd like my sweet pet to last a long, long time, I think..." He coos, his lips still against Rouxls' as he speaks, "I think I am already growing fond of you. And not just for your delectable flavor..."

itsAlana01/28/2019
Mmmm! Rouxls giggles back, and bats his eyelashes (teehee, bats), and says, "Thy flavor was quite delectable too, my master~"

If Mettaton knows what he means!

"In fact, I'm sure dinner could hardly compare..." he coos, and then his hands are sliding down, and he's grinning slyly, "... but perhaps I should have a little taste-test, just to be certain?" Hello, Mettaton dick! Did you want a hand on you!

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Ohhhohohohoh, Mettaton knows exactly what he means, even before Rouxls decides to feel up his dick and make it a little more clear. His cock is a little hard, by the way, and growing harder when Rouxls is touching it, and Mettaton groans, brushing his lips against Rouxls'.

"Mmmh, but Darling, we should probably save it for dessert..." He says, though he sounds slightly unconvinced himself, his cheeks tinting pink. "If only because I'd like to get dinner over with..."


"Oh, for the love of-" Comes a voice from down the hall out of the blue, as poor Terrence had just wandered by, only to find his Lord and their apparently permanent houseguest tangled in each other's arms, with Mettaton's clothed dong getting fondled. He averts his eyes, shielding them with his arm, and quickly hurries back out where he came from, leaving Mettaton to laugh at his retreating shape and even after he's gone.

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Rouxls is just about to try and convince Mettaton that he should definitely let Rouxls suck his entire dick immediately when the serving boy interrupts him, and then he's giggling too much to convince anyone of anything, nuzzling against Mettaton's soft, dark hair. "Maybe for dessert," he agrees instead, voice unsteady with giggles, and gives Mettaton another kiss, brief and sweet, before untangling himself a little-- unless Mettaton's changed his mind about getting his dick sucked right now!

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Mmh, no, Mettaton would rather save it. Get dinner out of the way, and then he can do whatever he likes with his lovely pet mortal for the rest of the evening until sleep steals Rouxls away from him. Still, he steals one last kiss back from Rouxls, whose kisses are sweet enough to crave, before they pull apart at last. Although, Mettaton's cock is left still a bit hard... But he'll just have to ignore it as he leads Rouxls to the diningroom once more, taking his seat at the head of the table.

As he waits for dinner to be served, he leans back, propping his legs up on the corner of the table. "You know, I think my cook hasn't had to work this much in years. I wonder how she feels about having a regular work schedule all of a sudden." He chuckles, tapping his foot in the air. "I probably should pay her more. And ask for lesser portions for myself."

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Rouxls took a seat right next to Mettaton, and now that his handsome host is lounging so attractively, he lets a hand wander freely, stroking thigh and calf, admiring the shapely legs presented to him... "I appreciateth her work," he murmurs. "Who doesn't loveth a warm meal?" He winks at Mettaton, because he's a lovely warm meal too (and he's horny about it).

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Mettaton catches that, and winks at Rouxls, and says, "Mm, I know I do... But, perhaps, in smaller portions when it comes to mortal food... It does so little for me, it becomes a chore to eat past the initial enjoyment of the first few bites." He sighs, only a little dramatically, and stretches his legs a little more, enjoying the attention of Rouxls' touch.

But, alas, the touching must end, as Terrence arrives to deliver their food, and Mettaton has to take his legs off the table. Looks like tonight's dinner is a stew! Rich and hearty and filling and sure to aid Rouxls in refilling his veins. Mettaton, though, as he'd said, is only able to dig in a little, barely lowering the level of stew in his dish, before he pushes it away, quietly inviting Rouxls to take his share if he'd like, as the vampire lord instead leans back in his chair and just... watches Rouxls eat for a bit.

itsAlana01/29/2019
Rouxls will happily eat his, and then Mettaton's, and then lick the spoon in a way that looks like he's maybe thinking of licking something else now that dinner's done with... he's also sending glances at Mettaton, through his pale lashes, and humming and moaning in pleasure greater than even so hearty a stew deserves...

This spoon could be a dick, Mettaton! What do you think of that!

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This pleases the vampire, who looks hungrier despite having been unable to finish his own dish of stew. He is definitely thinking exactly what Rouxls is wanting him to think, and he licks his lips, leaning forward to put his elbow on the table, chin in hand. "Alas, there will be no dessert course tonight... At least, not the edible kind." He says, winking. "I hope the stew makes up for that- see, I was looking forward to having a bath after dinner... And I want you to join me, my pet."

The vampire lord is absolutely woggling his eyebrows at Rouxls, by the way.

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He likes that look of hunger, likes that lip-licking, likes the way Mettaton leans towards him... "Maybe I'll findeth something Sweete to eat later," he says, reaching out to bop a single finger to the tip of Mettaton's very pretty nose and winking back. "And of course I'll join thou, master! If I'm thine pette, I should follow wherever thou goeths, yes?"

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Mettaton tips his head up just enough to meet that fingertip with a little smooch! "Mm, I can think of a few things..." He purrs, and then moves to stand up. "Exactly, I am SO glad you're picking up on this so well! What a good boy you are~..."

He giggles, and holds an arm out, for Rouxls to come join him at his side.

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"Good enough to be pettethed and scratched, my master~?" Rouxls asks, rising to his feet and snuggling into Mettaton's side instead of linking arms with him, a hand finding his cute tush under his wing-vest-robe-thing. "I do hope so, I loveth a little bit of scratching..."

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That arm wraps around Rouxls' middle, holding him cozily against Mettatons side as he snugs in while they walk, Mettaton leading the way back towards his chambers. You see, Mettaton was actually hoping Rouxls would latch to his side exactly like this, instead of linking arms... Look at them, already in sync! Oh, but the hand on his tush is a pleasant surprise, making him giggle even more. "Oh, absolutely, Darling. Especially when I can hardly resist touching that pretty hair of yours. I'd hope you'll let me wash it for you?"

itsAlana01/29/2019
Rouxls answers with a pleased and eager noise, and a kiss to his new favorite person's cheek, and a squeeze to his rump. "Thou'rt so kind a master!" he coos, rubbing his cheek against Mettaton's hair. "But if I do let thou, thou must let me washeth thoun hair, my Lord Mettaton..."

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Oooh, that makes Mettaton grin, and give Rouxls a squeeze, nuzzling against him even as they walk. "I would love nothing more, Darling!" He coos, absolutely delighted, and more sure than he was this morning about the decision to keep Rouxls as his own. Maybe he'll even enthrall him... But he'll have to think on that a little longer, most likely.

Anyways they probably flirt obnoxiously the entire way back to Mettaton's chambers, where he leads Rouxls into a different room- where Terrence is standing, apparently having been preparing the bath on Mettaton's orders (when had he given Terrence the command? Somehow and somewhen, don't think about it). He promptly makes a face and skedaddles with some kind of mumble, leaving Mettaton to roll his eyes.

Speaking of the bath- it's a beautifully large tub built into a stone dais in the luxurious bathroom and filled with gently steaming, perfumed water, with large open windows to let in the moonlight (and being a lone castle on the cliff, no need to worry about getting peeked on) and several standing candelabras lighting the room further with their soft candlelight. Mettaton is already stepping away from Rouxls to strip back down, the reasoning for his lazy, comfortable attire now probably clear with how quickly he's naked again. And then, wings trailing behind him, the vampire lord gladly steps into the bath.

"Ohhh~, that's lovely..." He coos, sinking down into the hot water with a sigh. "I've been needing this..."

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Terrence gets a grin from Rouxls as he skedaddles, which probably is not welcome, and then the pretty dumbass starts unfastening his borrowed shirt, eyes on Mettaton and hands slow as he just... damn... damn!!!

"Thou'rt lovely," he flatters, sweetly, and peels out of the shirt and pants, and stretches, slowly, making sure Mettaton is watching, before stepping into the warm, warm water... "Mmmmhhh," he sighs, and sinks in next to Mettaton, and keeps sinking, eyes fluttering closed, until only his knees and head from the nostrils up remains above the surface, his white hair spreading in the water.

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Oh, Mettaton is watching, definitely watching, even as he's sunken into the water so that his jaw sits against the surface, the ends of his dark hair sitting in it. "By the way, I noticed you'd borrowed my clothes." He murmurs as Rouxls slips into the bath beside him, and Mettaton scoots closer, to wrap his arms around his handsome pet, nosing at the still dry parts of Rouxls' hair. "They looked lovely on you..."

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Rouxls burbles into the water, and nuzzles in closer as Mettaton embraces him, looking warmed and relaxed as he turns his body towards his host's and drapes his body against his. "Doth thou liketh that? My clothes are still... wherever the carriage has ended up, and I can hardly rideth Domino while nude as Adam..." He giggles, and kisses Mettaton's jaw, straddling his hips. "I couldst have ridden thou instead, but thou seemed quite deadeth to the world, my lord..."

Unless Mettaton wouldn't mind being ridden while he's sleeping? eyes.gif

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"Mmh, right, I'd sent for your carriage to be retrieved this morning... I'm sure your things will be delivered soon-" He pauses, and then continues, "If they're not already. They might have been sent to the guest room you were in before."

He loops both arms around Rouxls' waist as he's straddled, looking quite pleased with the arrangement, grinning up at Rouxls with his sharp teeth and glowing eyes. "I do sleep like the *dead*, don't I?" He says, humor in his voice, "though I'd hardly mind being awoken to such pleasures... Or any other lovely things that might cross that lovely little mind of yours."

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Oooh... Rouxls giggles, wiggling his hips a little, and says, "Is that permission, my lord? Perhaps I'll needeth to continue my experiments from last night..." You know.... how many times he can make Mettaton come... he wants to know! "Or maybe I'll just wake thee in the evenings with my cock between thy thighs or inside thou... or thy cock inside me... what do you think?"

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"Consider it permission, Darling." He purrs, petting his hands against Rouxls' lower back, the tips of his claws just barely grazing his skin. "I think that all sounds delicious. What a clever pet I have! I'm more and more confident that I'm not going to regret the decision to keep you~."

Alas, poor Terrence, now he's going to have to deal with Rouxls every day. And worse, his Lord being frisky all day(night) every day(night) with his new lover...

itsAlana01/29/2019
Poor Terrence! The fluids he'll be stuck cleaning up! The butts he'll see by accident! What a trial it will be!

Rouxls, however, couldn't care one whit about the serving boy's unfortunate future, not when Mettaton is making him squirm and giggle with the touch of his claws, and approving of his idea to wake him up sexily, and is so, so, so handsome... "Ahhh, that's right, thou'rt my cruel captor," Rouxls giggles, "I should be struggling against thy evil vampire grasp, not just eagerly becoming thy pette..."

Funny how the struggling seems to be pressing close and kissing Mettaton! And that his attack to try and break free is a hand sunk under the water to stroke his cock! It must be a new style of CQC.

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Mettaton couldn't care less about Terrence or his feelings either, so they have that in common!

"Struggle all you like, my dove, but I'm not letting go..." He purrs, rubbing his nose against Rouxls', pecking his lips, groaning softly against them as Rouxls teases his cock. Such 'struggling'! Such an attack! But alas, Mettaton's arms hold fast around Rouxls- loose and gentle and rubbing his thumbs against Rouxls' hips. An utterly unbreakable grip, truly. "You're mine, and I don't like to give up what belongs to me."

itsAlana01/30/2019
Mmmm-- Rouxls kisses back, nudges back, rubs slowly at Mettaton's dong under the water, and purrs, "What if thy new pette claws and biteths thou, dear master?" before giving Mettaton's lip a teasing little nibble, his thigh a squeeze, squirms a little closer so that he can add his own cock to the rubbing party... "Wouldst thou loosen thy Powerfulle Grippe then?"

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"Mmh, no, I think I'll just hold on tighter..." He purrs, humming softly as Rouxls touches and nibbles and teases. His cock is nice and hard, of course, and very happy to be introduced to Rouxls'. His own hands wander slightly, to start petting at Rouxls' handsomely skinny thighs. "I'm a surprisingly tolerant master, I think you'll find, but I get awfully jealous of my possessions."

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Rouxls sighs a little, faux-sadly, and tangles his free fingers in Mettaton's hair, kissing across his elegant brow. "Oh, woe is me!" he coos, squeezing their cocks together. "So tightly leashed to thou, master... so unable to free myself... surely I shall Perishe..."

Or at least have some little deaths!

"What would my jealous master do if I were to run away into the Woodes?" he asks, slyly. "Wouldst thou seeketh me out and punish me? Or if I were to flirt with thoun Serving Boyye~?"

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/30/2019
Mettaton coos softly as fingers wind themselves in his hair, though they do not tug and he does not swoon. "Your jealous master would surely spirit you away back home to be soundly punished were you to run away from me... And you could never flee fast enough to outrun me, my dove." He purrs, running his claws so, so, so gently along Rouxls' thighs. "If you were to flirt with another, well, I'd have to punish you then, too, and remind you why only I am worthy of your attention."

itsAlana01/30/2019
Rouxls shivers, presses closer, until there's barely any water between them, and lets go of their cocks to slide his hand up Mettaton's arm, up past the surface of the water and over his shoulder, to cup his cheek. "Oh, no, anything but that," he breathes, and squirms and rises up on his knees, so that Mettaton's cock can slide back, past his balls and taint and to rub past his hole...

Maybe Mettaton should show him right now why only he's worthy of Rouxls' attention... eyes.gif

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/30/2019
Mmmh, he might just... Mettaton groans, nuzzling into the hand that cupped his cheeks, kissing and nipping at Rouxls' thumb and palm. His hands and claws slide up Rouxls' thighs, around his hips, over his ass (with a brief cup and squeeze at the cheeks). One hand dips down the cleft, to find Rouxls, hole and his own cock, which he presses together, using his fingers to guide the head against the entrance.

"Sit in my lap, won't you, Darling?" He asks with a wink and a sharp smirk, rolling his hips up to tease his cockhead against Rouxls' hole.

itsAlana01/30/2019
"Like a lappedogge?" Rouxls asks, voice sweet, and then he does, biting his lip and letting his eyelashes flutter because, mmm, that does feel good, the pressure and fullness and-- when he squirms his hips and arches his back and pushes himself down-- the rub of Mettaton's cock over the most sensitive of spots inside him...

Ohhh, he could get used to being a lapdog like this, and he moans as he grinds his hips down until he's seated fully in Mettaton's lap. "Mhhhm, like this, master?" he asks, breathlessly, fingers combing through Mettaton's hair.

Potente Byrd Mæmes01/30/2019
"You can be my lapdog..." He mutters, and then grunts, because Rouxls has sunk down onto his cock and he feels absolutely lovely, just as he did this morning. Mettaton's arms wrap back around Rouxls' waist, holding him close, so the vampire can nibble at his shoulder while enjoying their closeness.

"Yes, like that, Darling..." He sighs, rolling his hips up in a lazy thrust. "You're such a good pet, my dove..."