"Heheh... and it brings me much joy to know as much."

He lets out a sigh as Emet-Selch kisses his spine, and as much as he's aching to touch himself he simply balls his hands into fists against the desk. He pants softly as he's thrust into, and groans as Hades hits just the right spot within him, trying to angle himself so that he hits it again.

"There's only us here, my love. Do not hold yourself back." Emet-Selch may try to act controlled, but Hythlodaeus can tell from the way he thrusts that it's an act.