Emcee takes the little vial of oil, their fingers tangling for a moment. He bends his head to nuzzle the back of his ear with a nod.

"I can give you what you want," he murmurs in a low tone that heavily implies that he'll enjoy doing it, too.

He rears back on his knees to slick himself up just enough with a few drops of the oil. He then touches Sinric along the insides of his thighs, kneading them, spreading them wide.