[ he'll keep trying to push regardless, not terribly patient at the moment, breath hitching when Emet-Selch's fingers press in and rub against his prostate; he tips his head back and groans throatily. there's a sort of tug at his hair, not to make him stop but to urge him to continue, though he can't tell if he wants to hurry up and finish now or wait till Emet-Selch can be inside of him properly. ]