And that's it. Never mind worrying, Mort crosses the floor in only a stride or two, grabs his hand and pins it to the headboard. He's doing this, and damn if Nadayaki doesn't smell even better now.

He inexpertly runs his free hand down the man's chest, leaning over him. Directly on top of him in fact because Nadayaki is tall and he has to stretch to pin him even at an angle.

"Say you want this." His hand moves up to stroke Nadi's hair.