[ he exhales - - it's something as strained as it is relieved as Emet-Selch's enters him, his back arching upwards instinctively.

he's slick enough at this point there's only some discomfort as he presses in and he squeezes around the length inside of him as he adjusts further, letting out a groan of pleasure. his legs bend and then wrap around Emet-Selch's hips, keeping him close, his free hands raising to his shoulders and then roughly scraping nails back down to his chest scar once more. ]