[Bold of you to assume he wouldn't MAKE it to be the sexy way if you tried.

He hums smugly, eyes locked to Emet's face, drinking in every shift of his expression, every sign of embarrassment. Thrusting his fingers in and out a little quicker now while Emet lubes up the tentacle to loosen him up before the main event, as it were.]

Ah, I'd almost forgotten how adorable you look when flustered. I should do this more often.