From Hythlodaeus' hip, Emet-Selch moves to the inside of his thigh where he leaves another mark, slowly but intently. Yes perhaps he is teasing a bit. And he's about to show off as well, familiar red leylines suddenly emerging from his form and twisting their way around Hythlodaeus' thighs to keep his legs apart.

Not that it would have been an issue, but again, he's showing off.

"And whose fault do you think that is?" He asks, before his fingers delicately wrap around the base of Hythlodaeus' cock. "You rubbed off on me after all these years." Azem too, but they don't need to talk about Azem.

That being said, he places a chaste, teasing kiss against the head before he takes it into his mouth.