"Mm-hm." Nadayaki seems so eager it's hard not to smile. The way he puts it reminds Mort of a kid with a new toy.

He still feels the urge to finish, a burning weight in the pit of his stomach, but that should just add to the experience. He drops to his knees. Mort's stomach gives a lurch that isn't entirely pleasant. Maybe because last time he was on his knees, Paige was screaming and trying to choke him. He focuses on his arousal instead. Weirdly, the memories only seem to add to it.

His tongue brushes lightly against Nadayaki and he tastes with the tip. Then he coils it, tightens and loosens, draws the man in, closer.