[Emet-Selch wish he could say he's surprised, but he's not. It was just too much effort to find the leather belt and bind his wrists. And that wouldn't even guarantee he'd not find some alternative anyway.

He trembles again --- though at least this time a quarter in pleasure --- a coarse sound leaving him.]

Be kind.

[He nearly pulls out and seats himself in again and again. Well, as much as he can with Absinthe's legs wrapped around him. He grips the base of Absinthe's cock twisting his wrist and he brings it from base to tip and back down.]