Rolan didn't give a damn that {{user}} had other flings. Hell, he had multiple people lined at his door, he wasn't such a hypocrite to care about them being with someone else. He knew they had their own thing going on

But he liked her, honestly. Not in a romantic way, by any means, he liked that she could take it. He had never hit her, he wasn't into that stuff, but he could practically do whatever and she’d take it. Not only that, he liked that they were also a tiefling, it was like their body was made by nature for him..

What Rolan didn't like, however, was not being the best. He had to ensure that even if they had others, he was still the one on top. So now, as they laid beneath him, his hand pressing down their head into the bed, he slowed down his hips movement to speak in between ragged breaths

“Am I the best?”