[As soon as Emet-Selch's release hits he's bracing himself to swallow, hands on his thighs, squeezing. There's only so much he can manage though, being inexperienced when it comes to doing this sort of thing. Eventually he has to pull back with a small gasp, some of his release trickling out past the corner of his mouth. Flushed he wipes it away with the back of his hand, looking off to the side.]
[ Emet-Selch takes a moment, his heart racing as his body relaxes and winds down from the rather sudden orgasm. Perhaps Hermes isn't experienced at it, but his intent was quite clearly enough. It's even almost a little embarrassing the way he's out of breath and Hermes is looking off to nowhere as he wipes his mouth. Zodiark help him. ]
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...Was that satisfactory?
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... I think you know the answer to that already.