Emet-Selch watches with curiosity as his lover's fingers trace an incantation over his torso. It is nothing he recognizes off-hand, though he certainly feels the little tug of manna which gives away its presence.

"Are you going to explain to me what it is, or do I need to guess?" Despite his questioning, he is content to leave it as is for now. His friend would never use something maliciously, and he is certain that he could break out of it with no issue if he tried.

Besides there are more important things to think about which ironically revolve around making them both come. He lets out a content sigh as Hythlodaeus begins to enter, wrapping both arms around his lover's shoulders to pull him closer as his legs do the same around the other man's hips, all in encouragement to have him push in fully and stay there, groaning in to it as he does so.