"If it isn't, we'll get another." Emet-Selch answers casually about the table, clearly not worried about it at the moment. It's most likely strong enough but either way he can probably just snap his fingers and make it right again. He's more interested in the way Hythlodaeus presses back against him, of how nice he looks as he leans against the desk and smirks at him over a shoulder.

Emet-Selch soon closes the space between them, placing his hands on Hythlodaeus' shoulders as he leans in to kiss at the back of his neck. He doesn't intend to leave his lover's cock unattended for long, but first he moves his own between Hythlodaeus' ass and starts to enter him with a pleased shudder and groan. His free hand comes around a hip and presses against Hythlodaeus' upper torso. "Beautiful..." He murmurs softly.