For what it's worth, Byleth is glad to see him accept the water. He likes that kind of trust. The whole of this, but a moment of genuine vulnerability outside of the sexual play, to allow Byleth to take care of him. He nods, sitting back as he is asked and visualizing his desire.
It doesn't take much, given that it's mustered more from memory than imagination. The odd sort of mingling energy he has, despite being from two separate beings, is perfectly in sync. He hears the snap and feels the magic go to work on him. Producing a soft little snort and a shiver at the sensation that he's growing quite fond of. When he looks down, it is as it was when he arrived. How odd- to remember the feeling of this.
"Thank you." He does take that last little moment to tuck the now messy hair from Emet's face behind his ears, to touch his cheek and grant him a chaste kiss on his sweat-slicked forehead. He can't resist a moment of tenderness, and now that he's done with the denial stage of things, he's going to soak him in all the love he can stand.
Sitting back, he takes in the changes once more, before shifting closer and taking Emet's length in hand again. Then his own, pressing them together and rocking against him, just enough to stroke himself hard, and get things nice and slick with a bit of added lube. Satisfied, he moves just so and presses himself against that abused entrance. Enjoying the slight resistance it gives before finally he presses in. What a feeling... he did miss this a little. It is just as he remembers, and he lets a low, shuddering moan slip from his throat as he sinks in to the base. His face betrays just how much he enjoys this, rocking ever so slightly at first. He doesn't really want to pull out of this warmth at all.
"Fuck you're- you feel... amazing." He's very clearly not exaggerating. He can barely keep his eyes open as he starts to roll his hips, lips hanging parted.
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It doesn't take much, given that it's mustered more from memory than imagination. The odd sort of mingling energy he has, despite being from two separate beings, is perfectly in sync. He hears the snap and feels the magic go to work on him. Producing a soft little snort and a shiver at the sensation that he's growing quite fond of. When he looks down, it is as it was when he arrived. How odd- to remember the feeling of this.
"Thank you." He does take that last little moment to tuck the now messy hair from Emet's face behind his ears, to touch his cheek and grant him a chaste kiss on his sweat-slicked forehead. He can't resist a moment of tenderness, and now that he's done with the denial stage of things, he's going to soak him in all the love he can stand.
Sitting back, he takes in the changes once more, before shifting closer and taking Emet's length in hand again. Then his own, pressing them together and rocking against him, just enough to stroke himself hard, and get things nice and slick with a bit of added lube. Satisfied, he moves just so and presses himself against that abused entrance. Enjoying the slight resistance it gives before finally he presses in. What a feeling... he did miss this a little. It is just as he remembers, and he lets a low, shuddering moan slip from his throat as he sinks in to the base. His face betrays just how much he enjoys this, rocking ever so slightly at first. He doesn't really want to pull out of this warmth at all.
"Fuck you're- you feel... amazing." He's very clearly not exaggerating. He can barely keep his eyes open as he starts to roll his hips, lips hanging parted.