“Hmm, what do I want?” Mettaton mused aloud, placing a finger to his lips, glancing up. Then, looking back to you deviously, he replied with a simple, “Kiss me.”
“Is that it? Really?” You asked.
He only nodded his response.
You leaned up, going to place a kiss on his lips, but suddenly, Mettaton flipped the two of you over. It took a few moments to realize what had actually happened, and once you did, you found yourself to be straddling Mettaton’s lap. Your face grew hot as you looked down at him, his hair was all over the place, and he was trying not to laugh.
“So, am I going to get that kiss, or what?” He asked, playfully winking.
You put your hands on either side of his face, gently, your fingers barely hovering over his shiny, metal cheekbones. Leaning down, your eyes fluttered closed as you placed your lips on his. Although you had only intended to give him a sweet kiss and end it there, you found yourself enraptured by his lips. You slowly trickled your hands up the sides of his face and gently slid your fingers through his silky locks. Sliding your tongue gently against his bottom lip, you were met with his as he rested his hands at your hips, hearing his fans whirr louder and louder with each passing moment. As you kissed and ran your hands through his hair, your mouth twisted into a gentle smirk, getting an idea. You decided to gently nibble on his bottom lip.
Before you knew it, you were sitting upright again. Looking down, you saw Mettaton’s eyes wide, his arms extended, holding you upright and away from him as you straddled him, you heard his fans going what sounded like full blast.