"We won't. Not if I have anything to do with it." As a hand rests upon Hythlodaeus' chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat below, Emet-Selch's free hand lifts to rest on his cheek as he is now the one to lean in, returning the kiss.

The kisses are always nice but now that they are no longer actively trying to muffle the synchrony it seems to be even more potent, and Emet-Selch too finds he is loathe to end it, and perhaps would not if he did not already have something else in mind.

"Let us stay here tonight." He breaks from the kiss slowly, letting his hands slide down as the fingers of one hook around Hythlodaeus' own. "We have money we do not need and no commitments, and I do not plan on leaving this building until my hunger has been completely satiated."

He really hopes he gets given a room on a high floor, only because it will make the room service trips more annoying.