Honestly the way the desk creaks under their weight just sort of adds to the excitement, though Emet-Selch is still confident that it will hold together. He's not going that hard.

"You say that like you aren't directly responsible." He answers evenly, between his thrusts. Much as he wants to appear controlled though, he's clearly very riled up, almost unable to keep any sort of rhythm to the way he bucks his hips against his lover. He keeps a steady hand at Hythlodaeus' shoulder, leaning forward to place little kisses along his spine.