[ IT'S K BRO how about O'Brien just take that blatant invitation to straddle Emile's leg, one arm curling around a shoulder for balance and his other hand sliding down Emile's stomach. His expression is cross, like Emile is inconveniencing him somehow, maybe with all his damn clothing, but his pupils are blown and he's breathing slightly faster, a flush on his cheeks. ]

Who's freaking out? Hate to break it to you, buddy, but yours ain't the biggest knife I've handled when I've been wasted.

[ That might actually be a total lie but he grabs Emile's package none too gently to punctuate, and then softens his touch immediately, cupping and rubbing through fabric, a punch drunk delighted grin appearing on his face at Emile already being half hard. ]

--aw yeah, look at you all excited. You like this, huh? I knew you'd like it, fuck you're big, how the hell do you keep this stuffed down the front of your armor...

[ Nope, he's not going to shut up. At all. ]