[ he almost makes a complaint at the complete lack of contact that leaves him with for a moment, cock still slick with Emet-Selch's saliva, feeling surprisingly empty without his fingers --

he's more than ready to kiss him back, though. and while Emet-Selch is gentle Absinthe's need, his want shows in the fierceness of his kiss, already parting his mouth to deepen it while his arms wrap around his shoulders and his knees spread wide for him. ]