Emet-Selch moans loudly as Hythlodaeus slams into him, his toes curling with pleasure. But he realizes soon enough that he's gone too far in seeing where his love's jealousy would take him. It doesn't bother him that that hand against his throat is a bit tight, it bothers him that Hythlodaeus says he's hurt.

"No, of course not. Forgive me..." he insists, when he is able to get the words out between finding breaths. He curls his fingers around Hythlodaeus' wrist, though doesn't really move to take his hand away. It's worth the trouble it is forming words when he's not sure when those fingers will tighten again. "I'm just overcome with desire seeing you covet me in such a way..."