He draws away when prompted, rising back up to meet his partner again, taking care not to grind their hips together even though he really, really wants to. He's already worked up and wanting, but luckily they seem to be having the same idea. An even bigger distraction, of the best kind.

"Just wait, I'm not done with you yet.."

It's spoken lightheartedly, hovering over his friend to steal another kiss, while his hand is preoccupied weaving magics- lubricant, of course. He wastes no time in coating fingers with it, laying kisses on his chest as a slicked finger reaches down between them, pressing at his entrance before slowly sliding in.

Not too soon after is the second added, giving time for the adjustment before letting them curl into that sweet spot, a little jolt of pleasure which should make it easier as he lets his fingers scissor to help prepare him sufficiently, a move which has Emet-Selch biting his own lip in suppression, especially when he looks down on his friend's expression. He really wants to be inside him. But it's almost time.

Once he's certain that he's done a good enough job his fingers retreat, using the rest of the lubricant to coat his cock as he settles back down over his partner's body, teasing a previous mark on his neck with his own teeth and lips as he begins to insert himself.