He chuckles, very clearly pleased with himself as he continues to suck Hythlodaeus off a little bit longer. Eventually he does draw back ever so slowly, shrugging his shoulders. "It isn't my fault you look good like that." Just as slowly, his leylines uncurl themselves from Hythlodaeus' thighs as Emet-Selch admires his handiwork. The lovely red marks he's left, the precum he is so tempted to clean up with his tongue all over again. But that might be too much, and they don't want it to be too much yet.

"Alright then," He sits back in his chair, and then stands, leaning forward to kiss Hythlodaeus briefly. "Turn around."