If the frustrated sound Emet-Selch makes is any indication, Hythlodaeus' plan is working. He wants to come but it's just slow enough that he never quite reaches the tipping point. It's horrible and exquisite at the same time. As confused as he is to where this is coming from, he will relish the bruises against his hips. And he will complain if his body is too tired to move later on, definitely.

"Nn," He practically growls as Hythlodaeus sinks his nails into overly sensitive skin. "I am yours." He doesn't hesitate to give the man what he wants though. No reason for that, especially when it's true. "Now and always. I'm yours..."