Hythlodaeus doesn't last long afterwards, grasping into Emet-Selch's hip as he comes with a groan. Panting, he lets his hips wind down their movements until he's fully satisfied, before he pulls out once more and sets his gaze upon the mess he's left his lover in.

Good. He looks exquisite like this, and he commits the sight to memory before smoothing his hands down his backside. "Would you like to lie down now?" He asks it casually, as though he's still going to consider if he actually lets him or not.