He chuckles breathlessly as Emet-Selch shoots his compliment straight back at him, but then he starts to thrust into him and he moans and closes his eyes, gripping at the desk hard. It's creaking, but holding up, which Hythlodaeus is thankful for.

"Mm... you were worked up." There's clear delight in his voice, as he's bucked into. He loves the idea of being able to rile up Hades, thrives on the knowledge that he finds him attractive and wants him in such a way. "Good."