Propping his upper half up with his elbows he lifts his head again to glance downwards, for the sight on display is too tempting to pass up. It isn't only about the sex and their discussion tonight has made that perfectly clear, but it is also true that he simply finds his friend incredibly attractive, and watching him is half the enjoyment.

His eyes stay fixated on his lover, watching as his mouth moves over his cock even as their eyes meet-especially as their eyes meet. It is only when his tongue slides over the slit again that Emet-Selch finds himself muttering some curse word under his breath and lettings his eyes close. He was well on the way already to become fully hard but that seemed to do the trick, and he thinks to himself how incredibly lucky he feels in this specific moment.

"Something specific in mind? Though this already suits me just fine." He is certain that if Hythlodaeus wishes him to move or do something, he'll state it. But for now Emet-Selch is perfectly happy to just remain here and enjoy being doted upon and everything that comes with it. How very lucky indeed.