The praise and the hand in his hair has him gripping onto Emet-Selch's back tightly, letting out a soft whine. He pushes down onto his cock as best as he can, groaning, wrapping his thighs around his partner's hips and keeping him close.

As he moves faster all he can do is moan, still tempted to reach down and touch himself but wanting to wait until he's at the very brink, raking his nails down Emet-Selch's back and panting by his ear.

"Oh, Hades..." The words are unmistakably fond, though laced with want as well. He'd like to press kisses to his jaw, or his shoulder, anywhere- but the hand in his hair holds him still, something that he finds undeniably hot in itself.