The crude sounds only serve to heighten the experience, and with Emet-Selch's voice in his ears he soon cries out without even being touched, his orgasm hitting him hard. He pushes back against his lover in an attempt to take him deeper, but soon enough he relaxes and all but melts against the desk. Of course, he remains in place enough that Emet-Selch can finish, too.

It vaguely occurs to him that he's likely made a mess, but that's easy enough to clean away. For now he'll just bask in the afterglow, panting softly.