He thinks of arguing, of complaining again, but at this point, what good would it do? Hythlodaeus might actually get fed up or decide he wants to punish more than claim. Dreadful, the very idea.

Though he still thinks of something to say, it's cut short as he's thrust into so firmly. Instead of words he's incoherent as he calls out for his lover, rocking forward to rest his forehead against an arm. He thinks Hythlodaeus could simply breathe on him and he'd be undone he's so sensitive at the moment.

"Have it your way, then." As if there was any other option at any time during this exchange.