Hythlodaeus would be absolutely right in thinking that if it were asked of him his lover may feel inclined not to give it, if only to hear him whine about it for a while. Luckily for him however what comes next does involve his cock, as Emet-Selch shifts his focus from light teasing to wanting to see just how many times he can make him come (or try to, anyway) before he is just a writhing mess who cannot take it anymore.
Sliding a palm around the cock beside him he gives a few teasing strokes to it as he leaves a last little nip to the leg before moving to show attention to what's in his hand, allowing his tongue to run over the slit and encircle the head before he takes it into his mouth. He works at it for a while, his hand steadily working the shaft as he puts his mouth and tongue to good use over the head.
While he is not rushing it, he is not holding back either because he knows the man below him won't be able to finish, and when they reach that point where he knows its close he sinks his head lower, bobbing in earnest with the knowledge that it is only going to leave him edging with no release before he pulls away, letting go and rising up to be over his lover's body, face to face so that he may gaze upon his expression during this little bit of respite.
"Shall I continue, or are you wanting for more yet?" Fairly certain he knows the answer, but Emet-Selch just wants to hear him say it. And if the look on his face was anything to go by, he is enjoying every second of this.
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Sliding a palm around the cock beside him he gives a few teasing strokes to it as he leaves a last little nip to the leg before moving to show attention to what's in his hand, allowing his tongue to run over the slit and encircle the head before he takes it into his mouth. He works at it for a while, his hand steadily working the shaft as he puts his mouth and tongue to good use over the head.
While he is not rushing it, he is not holding back either because he knows the man below him won't be able to finish, and when they reach that point where he knows its close he sinks his head lower, bobbing in earnest with the knowledge that it is only going to leave him edging with no release before he pulls away, letting go and rising up to be over his lover's body, face to face so that he may gaze upon his expression during this little bit of respite.
"Shall I continue, or are you wanting for more yet?" Fairly certain he knows the answer, but Emet-Selch just wants to hear him say it. And if the look on his face was anything to go by, he is enjoying every second of this.