Emet-Selch's body shudders in relief as he feels Hythlodaeus replace his fingers with his cock. His lover knows well by now just how to rile him up, though he knows that when he uses words it also gets Hythlodaeus going too.

"Nngh, yes." He breathes, groaning with pure satisfaction even as his head lifts slightly with the tightening of the leash. "Take me all for yourself, Hythlodaeus." If he's going to wear the collar, he wants to be owned completely.