[He likes that. The attention. He drinks it in along with the feeling of in his own ministrations, and the view of blushing paramour. So distracted is he that he doesn't even notice the rising of his garments. As Hythlodaeus' fingers do travel upwards he will find a very large patch of scar tissue on his belly.

After licking his fingers clean he does keep one hand to hold, to lace fingers together and to allows his blunt nails to dig into Hyth's palm as his form slightly shakes from the tentacles pushing inside him. And he doesn't resist dipping his head down to give him a brief, sloppy kiss.]