Oh... even more of that softer side he's getting to see? How can he resist nurturing it? After the bracing play they've had, he hums softly at the gentle request. Just like that. Flames below, how could he not? Byleth sighs fondly, smiling, and he reaches up to pull the knot from the ropes above, loosing Emet's wrists, and then his legs, discarding the bar that kept them parted. No need for that now.

He rubs the indentations the bindings left on that otherwise unmarred skin before he continues. Good then. Now he can do this properly. If Emet wants softness, he shall have it. Taking his now free hands, he knits their fingers together as he starts his languid pace again. Soft and shallow, slow and easy.

"Is that better?" He mumbles, clearly not short on pleasure himself. He drinks it in, as this is his favored type of consummation, after all. In this better position, Byleth is also free to kiss him as he likes, too. His fingers, wrists, chest and neck. Apart from the flushed lips he captures with his own. Letting the other man feel his huffing breath against his cheeks.

Just like that he turns from the role he had fallen into for the sake of their play. Now it's just Byleth, the odd little man who enjoys watching people smile, and eating entirely too much in one sitting. Who wants to ride around in Emet's robes and bake him cookies. The game was fun, but this? This is heaven. Enjoying some beautiful intimacy with someone he cares deeply for.