[Bucky's eyes flit to the chair, what it's made of, but it doesn't hold his attention. Mettaton does. He's ruined things between them once already, and even if this doesn't fix them for good, he's still going to try. Bucky's big, solid, too, but Mettaton is bigger, can hold his weight.
He crosses the room and climbs into Mettaton's lap, straddling, both metal thighs sandwiched between his own.]
It's to my tastes.
[His hands smooth down Mettaton's arms, back up again to rest on his shoulders. Bucky wants this, whatever it ends up being, and since they're still learning each other, figuring out what does and doesn't work, he just tells him to save time.]
no subject
He crosses the room and climbs into Mettaton's lap, straddling, both metal thighs sandwiched between his own.]
It's to my tastes.
[His hands smooth down Mettaton's arms, back up again to rest on his shoulders. Bucky wants this, whatever it ends up being, and since they're still learning each other, figuring out what does and doesn't work, he just tells him to save time.]
Don't pin me down. Everything else is fine.