[When he hears Hythlodaeus' voice, he lets out a surprised and annoyed little grunt. His eyes opening as he stares down at him. That mouth is so much better on his cock than yammering away like that. And while he goes to open his mouth to say as much, that finger finds itself inside of him and his words get caught in his throat, coming out as a soft groan instead.

But he collects himself quickly enough, moving his hips downward, trying to press his dick against Hythlodaeus' face.]

If you must work your tongue, do so in a more productive manner. 'Tis not the dulcet tones of your senseless prattle that will ready me for such.