"Hmm.." It sounds as though he is contemplating what comes next, but it is all for show. Honestly he is enjoying himself which is a double-edged sword in a way, the little ideas he has which could be used to prolong this further have to fight against the growing urge to just bury his cock inside his lover. He's made a point of not touching himself and not getting too riled up, wanting it to last longer when he is eventually inside him, but by this point his own arousal is becoming harder to ignore.

A hand slips under Hythlodaeus' head and into his hair, pushing it upwards enough so they can meet in a heated kiss while his other hands conjures up the lubricant- forever grateful that Malachite had not decided to take that little trick away from them. Breaking away he coats his fingers, pressing one inside his lover with another soon after, laying down a few kisses but mostly just studying the other man's expressions as he continues his preparations. Once done however he does not immediately retract his fingers, instead twisting them around a bit in order to easily hit that overly sensitive spot within which he does, repeatedly, an attempt to make his friend a little more flustered before removing them.

"You do make quite the sight like this, you know." All flushed and worked up and such a variety of expressions, but perhaps most importantly a mouth which is too focused on letting out sounds of enjoyment rather than the usual teasing words. Something which suits Emet-Selch just fine, the thought of which causing him to smirk as he finishes using the rest of the lubricant on himself, repositioning slightly before beginning to guide himself in.