He makes a point to move around a bit, while they fly. Squirm just enough to make it hell for poor Emet behind. He can't resist for log though, tilting his head back to kiss him again, slow and hungry. He continues his constant teasing touches until they land at last outside of his home on the lake. None too soon, either, it seems. The way Byleth hops off in a swift motion and offers his hand to Emet.

The Ascian isn't the only one suffering from a terminal case of cripplingly horny, but Byleth... well. It's just harder to tell with him.

Less hard to tell when they get inside and he's pushing him against the nearest wall, mouth on his neck. Starting a haphazard, stumbling trip toward the bedroom, trying to get his hands under that damned robe in the process. There's a temptation to just throw him down and ruin him right away, but the idea of having him tied is too good to pass up. To turn that need against him to truly bring him to his knees.

"Did you- do you have your bindings?" He says, now panting very clearly, and also distracted with kissing just below Emet's ear. He is ready to go.

If being turned on by emotional fulfillment is wrong, Byleth doesn't want to be right, pal. It is after all, his biggest turn-on. Sincerity, vulnerability, emotional connection? Oh yes, he'll take that over a strip-tease any day.

(However if a strip tease was thrown in as a bonus that would be fine too.)