Hythlodaeus can't help but to laugh a little at the sudden change in plans. Not that he's complaining any, mind. He wipes himself over with the cloth before placing it onto the nightstand behind Emet-Selch, and then he pulls his lover close and presses his lips to his. After a few moments he shifts them so that Emet-Selch is on his back, and Hythlodaeus settles himself neatly between his legs and starts to kiss at his neck fondly.

"And have my way with you I shall..." With a low chuckle, he starts to nip at the skin beneath his lips, sucking a small bruise into it. At the same time his hand starts to wander down Emet-Selch's side, fingers tracing over firm muscle. He's not the possessive type really, but that doesn't mean he can't appreciate when he has Emet-Selch all to himself.