[He's happy watching them, it's gratifying seeing Five losing his composure to lean into Emet's attention, make noises to match the desire.

And at the demand he does laugh softly, fondly, not missing the concern as he captures Five's jaw in his fingers.]

Fussy, both of you.

[It isn't chiding, it's just terribly affectionate.

And then he does kiss Five, deeply, his free hand finding the back of Emet's neck to curl his fingers there possessively.

And the rest of his attention is entirely on coaxing Five's lips open to ravish his mouth a lot more forcefully than he has thus far.]