He is so lucky, he thinks. But he will not try his luck again for the moment, especially when the promise of Hythlodaeus' cock comes as his lover pushes his way back inside of him. Emet-Selch calls out in a way he would surely only ever do for Hythlodaeus, his arm shaking as it falters in holding him up.

"But Hythlodaeus-" He complains, though he does as told and puts both hands against the bed. He wants to touch Hythlodaeus so bad, not only be filled by him.

What did make him so jealous in the first place? Much as he loves this little tumble they're having, he's completely confused as to where it came from. He doesn't even remember the man he was talking to's name.