[He's slow to respond. Mettaton is stopping now and they haven't done anything. It feels like a rejection, a failure, as Mettaton pulls his hand out from under his shirt and tells him that he's changed his mind. Bucky's not in the right head-space to be graceful, or accepting, of Mettaton backing out before they've started.
It's like waking up from a dream - he'd fallen into it one man and was coming out of it another. He drags his metal hand up to Mettaton's throat, gripping and shoving him back against his throne.]
Yes here. Yes like this.
[Because if not now, then when? Bucky was in danger of cracking. They weren't together, not even friends anymore, back in Wonderland, because he'd messed it all up. Now, when it had seemed like he'd at least get something, even if it was wrong, it's being taken from him, because he hadn't been strong enough to handle it. He wasn't good no matter what he did. So if Mettaton didn't want good, then he'd give him the opposite.
It all makes him angry, desperate.] You want me, I know you do.
[He squeezes his fingers just enough to apply a little pressure, and then pushes in and kisses Mettaton hard. Bucky drags his teeth across his lower lip, tries to slip his tongue into Mettaton's mouth.]
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[He's slow to respond. Mettaton is stopping now and they haven't done anything. It feels like a rejection, a failure, as Mettaton pulls his hand out from under his shirt and tells him that he's changed his mind. Bucky's not in the right head-space to be graceful, or accepting, of Mettaton backing out before they've started.
It's like waking up from a dream - he'd fallen into it one man and was coming out of it another. He drags his metal hand up to Mettaton's throat, gripping and shoving him back against his throne.]
Yes here. Yes like this.
[Because if not now, then when? Bucky was in danger of cracking. They weren't together, not even friends anymore, back in Wonderland, because he'd messed it all up. Now, when it had seemed like he'd at least get something, even if it was wrong, it's being taken from him, because he hadn't been strong enough to handle it. He wasn't good no matter what he did. So if Mettaton didn't want good, then he'd give him the opposite.
It all makes him angry, desperate.] You want me, I know you do.
[He squeezes his fingers just enough to apply a little pressure, and then pushes in and kisses Mettaton hard. Bucky drags his teeth across his lower lip, tries to slip his tongue into Mettaton's mouth.]