As soon as Emet-Selch starts angling himself in just the right way, Hythlodaeus breathes out a low moan and lets his toes curl against the floor. The kiss to the nape of his neck has him shivering pleasantly, and he feels his thighs starting to tighten up and tremble the harder he's rocked into.

"Oh, Hades..." His hands move to find better purchase against the desk, and he accidentally knocks over a stack of papers. He can't bring himself to care right now, even if he does let out a soft, surprised "ah," as they scatter.

"Faster... please, love..."