Though he wants to, Emet-Selch doesn't comment on those words, deciding instead to keep doing as he was. He licks along the underside of Hythlodaeus' cock before putting his mouth overtop of it. Then he takes it in as deeply as he can, allowing the tight muscles of his throat to constrict around the length.

Even the fingers in his hair are enough to bring him pleasure of his own, a shiver running through him as Hythlodaeus strokes through the strands. Maybe Emet-Selch does look good where he is, but Hythlodaeus looks exquisite, entangled with the leylines, bare on his desk as he sucks his cock, pulling back only to give little kisses to a thigh or his balls before he goes right back to it.