[ this is already more than he bargained for. The tendrils would already be too much under normal circumstances but now, while everything feels more intense and pleasant and Emet is kissing him like that? It's maddening.

He doesn't know if he wants to move away from it or into it, and so he's left moaning against Emet's lips, eyebrows furrowed and eyes squeezing shut even if he couldn't see already, anyway ]

That's — unfair when I can't even look at you.