[ he doesn't really have a kink for praise but he's enjoying the fact that Emet is obliging his request regardless - - and groans into the other man's mouth before returning the kiss, tongue pressed against his, the sickly sweet mix of cologne and decay probably brought back to the forefront.

he's free to move his own hips, too, rocking back and then forward into Emet-Selch's grip. more fully he grips his cock, too, stroking along his length.

his free hand moves to tease at the bottom of that shirt, ruck it just slightly upward, as if he's seeing what he can get away with while Emet-Selch is focused on the kiss. ]