The patience to clarify where inside doesn't exist. Gortash says inside and the Dark Urge will give him that. The hand that's still buried in dark locks of hair tugs him forward again, guiding him once more towards his rigid shaft. He certainly has enough seed to press inside the other man in other places too, but for now it'll be his throat and stomach that receives first.

The expression he's wearing isn't so much victorious as simply affixed upon the human about to deliver him to his own climax. The first of the day and absolutely not to be the last.

Whatever shame he might have had at engaging in a sexual act with an audience has long since been exorcised from him. The guard shifts on her feet, rocking her weight from one foot to the other, uncomfortable only for the fact that she is in this position rather than on her knees. Fucking with an audience is nothing new in this temple. Though the submissive party is usually a lot more ready to play into the scion of Bhaal's ego.