Hex pampered him and adored him, at first entirely for Nyx's pleasure.

But once the man rolled over, Hex's fingers grabbed and caught him and his kisses became rough and toothy.

And all the while, he murmured to Nyx soft, affectionate praise. Beautiful. Talented. Charming.

As his kisses moved lower, his tone changed.

"...Spoilt," he praised. "Needy..."

And to prove he was right, he slicked his finger to toy with Nyx's ass.