"Yes, I can tell." Emet-Selch rolls his eyes but it's a playful gesture. At least as much of one as he can muster when he's balls deep inside of his lover against his desk. When he notices the way Hythlodaeus angles himself, he tries to replicate those particular thrusts as well.

As for holding back, he can't help the red that goes up in his cheeks quietly. His friends always tried to talk him into "letting go", though ... he doesn't really have a reason not to, right now.

"Of course, my sweet." He murmurs, leaning in low to kiss the nape of Hythlodaeus' neck sensually before his thrusts resume. This time he doesn't bother to pretend like he's got a plan here, he just follows his desires, and voices them too.