[ Oh, how nice his voice sounds right now. With Emet mimicking those touches for him, for a moment he's worried that he might not be able to pick this up, that he won't win this round and that he'll end up playing right into Emet's hands.

And then he hears that whimper, and the way he says his name. There's a satisfied smirk on his face and he will start biting at his neck while his hand keeps working on him - his soul stroking and touching Emet's again, slowly trying to get to the deepest part of him as he's had before. And though everyone else in the dream can't touch Emet's soul the same way, their hands will keep working on him, lips finding whatever inch of his skin that isn't being taken care of already ]

Yes, my moon and stars? Is there something you'd like to ask me?