The removal of the restraints is welcomed, and he slowly moves his arms to curl around Emet-Selch's shoulders. He's still trying to steady his breathing, moving his lips to press tiredly against his lover's head as he nuzzles him fondly.

It was certainly worth it, to let Emet-Selch have his way this time. He thinks the other man would agree, too. He doesn't need to ask how Emet feels after that- the synchrony all but tells him. It occurs to him suddenly that they've probably knocked some of those desserts onto the floor... what a terrible waste.