[He cannot help the soft moan and shudder at that, fingers curling against Emet's back. There is no barrier or hesitation at letting Emet to the deepest part of his soul. Indeed, only a moment after does he rake his nails down the other man's spine, then letting his arm become incorporeal, sinking into the other man to the elbow, fingers cupping the core of his own soul in his "palm".]



[Though it is more thought than words, given the way he's kissing Emet back.]