Emet-Selch has never been a fan of mercy anyway. Though he does give a groan of displeasure as Hythlodaeus touches him but so pointedly avoids his cock. Another surge of arousal rushes through his form as those fingers curl about his neck. He wants to speak up, to encourage Hythlodaeus not to hold back, but their lips meet and he's all but lost in the kiss.

When they do finally pull away from it, it's a desperate sound, like he's devastated it had to end but might have run out of air entirely if it went on any further.

"I swear to you, there is not." He answers at last, still somewhat winded as he stares up at Hythlodaeus, finding him dangerously attractive this way.