[Bucky's eagerness and straightforward response is a damning encouragement, and Mettaton wastes no time in reaching out to grab at the man as he straddles him.

It feels good to have him here. It feels right. This is a natural and consequential happening. After all, a Monster like him is entitled to anything he desires, and his desire for this human is great.

His arms wind themselves around Bucky's waist, enjoying the solid and warm body pressed to him.]

Everything else is fine...? That's a dangerous thing to say, my dear. You have no idea what I could ask of you with a statement like that.

[He wouldn't ask for much, of course. He'd just ask for everything. Everything and anything he can give him. And more.]