Even if Nadayki didn't need the contact desperately, this is, after all, Mort's bed. Which he has every intention of keeping the use of. He despises his own cabin, and if he can't spin this thing into the sex and attention he wants more or less on demand, he's not as good as he thinks he is. He twines his fingers up loosely in Mort's hair and turns his masker back up as he settles in. This is what he needed.