[He just, drops back to the tile and arches, hooking a leg over Emet's thigh. Eyes half closed but still staring up at him with parted lips and hazy pleasure as he winds the tie around his fist. Breath coming in short pants as Emet enters him. It feels incredible but he has no desire to look away, savoring his companion's every expression instead.]

Though... I think I have offered enough consideration. I do hope you are prepared to entertain me more, ere I grow too possessively jealousy of your time.