He doesn't think he'll ever tire of making this man squirm. How much he resists it makes it all the better. How he tries to hide his desperate sounds and bury his face in his arm. Making him talk in this state was a fantastic idea. He sounds so small, far from the lofty tone he usually takes.

"Very well. Just one moment." The erstwhile professors sighs, tucking his hair behind his ear and leaning down, with very little warning to take the whole length of Emet's cock into his mouth. It's his favorite 'party trick' as it were. He hasn't met anyone who didn't enjoy watching their cock vanish completely into a willing mouth. Slides down to the hilt, no gag-reflex to speak of, before slowly drawing back up and giving the tip a harsh suck before parting again.

"Ah. All right, then." He relents finally, palms gently rubbing Emet's thighs, offering a little drop of comfort and affection, letting him catch his breath. He does take the natural pause to reach over and fetch a small container of water, uncapping it and offering it to his lover.

"Are you doing all right?" His voice softens from the teasing candor he's taken to his usual warm tone.