It's around the time Emet-Selch presses his fingers in that he starts to lose composure. Especially when he hits the right spot over and over- that has him crying out, pulling at his restraints as he tries to buck into the hand. He's dazed as Emet compliments him and all he can do is wait impatiently for him to push his cock in, so he can squeeze around him and rock his hips down as best as he can.

He won't ask for the charm to be removed just yet, because he knows he'll come as soon as it's gone and he's aware that Emet-Selch likely has a little way to go still. But it's so tempting... He just wants to come already. His cock aches, twitching at the slightest touch to his over sensitive body. He looks at Emet-Selch as if he's his entire world- and in some ways that isn't so far from the truth. What would he do without him now?