He's torn between propping himself up and watching as Emet-Selch lowers himself to his hips, and letting his head fall back as his mouth takes him in. Ultimately the sight is too good to pass up, and he brushes his friend's hair from his face as he works, biting his lip. It does nothing to muffle the sounds he starts to make as Emet-Selch takes him in further, and as expected he's soon fully hard and near throbbing in his grip.

At that point he does have to lower himself back into the pillows and close his eyes, because it really will be over too fast if he keeps watching, and he doesn't want to finish this way. Eventually his breath starts to tremble, and he allows himself a few more seconds before he tightens his grip on his partner's hair. "Stop- come back up here."

He can't wait any longer, he needs to feel Emet-Selch inside him.