(( i forgot lahabrea tied his hands before so like pretend he never used his hands when i said he did, by magic it never happened. I'm old my memory is failing me ))

I'm not going to plead—

[ and yet the protest dies in his lips the moment he feels Emet's hand on his cock and his fingers probing at his hole, and there's another soft moan at his touch, at his lips on his neck - marking him exactly how he wants.

If they wanted to see him trembling with desire, well, despite his stubbornness they're already achieving it. And he bites at his neck, glancing at Lahabrea after Emet's instructions, wanting to see ]