Praise Zodiark, he thinks as Hythlodaeus touches him and moves at a more regular pace. Emet-Selch definitely isn't going to last much longer with those two things, but he doesn't even care anymore. He comes quickly and loudly, fingers curling into the bed as his entire body just shudders with relief.

Oh he is definitely going to stay. He always was of course, but if Hythlodaeus wants to hear it in this specific moment, he'll oblige. Once he catches his breath again and can see more than the vibrant glare of their souls and the stars his orgasm punched into his vision.