[ he's just about to answer, but the words die in his mouth the moment Emet takes him into his, so all that comes out is a gasp and moan as his hand goes to grip on his hair.

Give him just a moment to be able to process words at all - Emet's mouth feels good and he can't help wanting to focus on the way he looks right now ]

No marks from anyone else. As much as I adore him, it's you I belong to.

... though if it were your sigil, I could consider letting him.