[ and here he thought he'd won this round. Between Emet increasing the pace, fucking himself on him roughly and those aetheric touches of course he's the one left breathless. There's a cry of pleasure at it, and of course he's rocking his hips into him, matching Emet's pace. And though he's doing a fine job at being distracting, he tries to keep his focus on his aetheric touches too, trying to push into his core this time, slow and gentle but insistent ]

I think - that was by you being a noisy asshole.