"Almost..." He chuckles it as Emet-Selch kisses his jaw, eyes closed. He starts fiddling with his dressing gown, slipping it off his shoulders, leaving it to pool at his hips and continue to cover the rest of him. He's thankful that he decided not to put any sweatpants on- even the dressing down was only for modesty's sake. He doesn't really get cold anymore.

"But you could stand to distract me a little more." He tilts his own head to press kisses to the other man's neck, enjoying the feel of his skin beneath his lips. The very fact that they fit together so perfectly is a source of great comfort to Hythlodaeus- as if there had been any doubt in his mind that they wouldn't. It all feels so natural, so very right.

Nipping softly at his throat, he then moves his lips back up to meet Emet-Selch's again, leaving a fond kiss there once more.