While he wouldn't have been delighted, Nadayki wouldn't have objected that much. It's the first round. He'll have Mort biting down on his name soon enough. A deep breath full of every biochemical signature between them, a few quick pumps, and he brings himself over the edge, too. It's a more drawn out and active climax, sharp bucking against his lover, Mort's weight on him making him work for every little jerk and making it all the more delicious. He murmurs throatily in Taykan again, hair stilling gradually to a soft little ripple.