While di'Taykan are, in their own ways, just as messed up as humans as a species, there's something to be said for growing up without concepts like repression or masculinity. He's never had any reason to think of giving oral as a trial or a favor, just one of several rather low-commitment ways to liven up sex. One that he happens to be pretty good at. Maybe not as good as someone with Mort's tongue, but he likes the attention and the power and it's a good way to keep people hooked when they might have better options. Mort asking for it seems, again, sort of sweet.
That, and he gets to try out the tongue after? Fuk yes. He runs a long-fingered hand down Mort's side to his hip and begins to kiss his way sloppily down, mumuring in Taykan. If humans and krai are anything to go by, babbling in a tone-based, lilting language usually counts as sexy. He could talk about the weather if he wanted.
Mort's mostly grown out of the homophobia from his early life, but traces do remain.
The language is strange, not sexy to him, but not offputting at all. He puts his hand on Nadayaki's head, running his fingers gently over his hair, closing his eyes and just feeling. Letting the man bring him closer, until he's almost to the edge.
"Stop" he gasps. He doesn't want to stop but he thinks about schematics for the robot he built once, seeing the parts in his minds eye until he's not straining any more.
He bends down, takes Nadayaki's face in his hands and kissing him. "My turn."
There aren't many people, especially non-Taykan people, he'd be okay with having hands in his hair right now. He's had it yanked enough times not to want to protect the delicate sensory array of live tissue. Mort's okay, though. The gentleness with him is disarming, and it does feel really good. Mort absolutely gets his best work, ruthlessly focused and skillful, and Nadayki almost doesn't want to stop either. But he looks up and kisses enthusiastically back. "I get to try out the tongue now?"
"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.
Nadayki is naturally demonstrative and there doesn't seem to be any reason to check that right now. And he's seen pretty good evidence that a little encouragement goes a long way with Mort. Kid with a new toy indeed. He's entranced from the first, balling his hands in the sheets and carefully keeping his hips from moving, and moaning noisily to make it up to himself for the restraint. Once the initial shock calms down he frees one hand to pet Mort's hair, trusting himself not to pull. "Fuk, you're good..."
He withdraws his tongue and uses his lips as well. The encouragement is...encouraging and he goes with it, guided by the noises of pleasure and the stroking of his hair. His arms are wrapped around Nadayaki and when he can, he looks up, eyes full of emotion and concern. Please let this continue to be real.
Nadayki's never been nice in his life. Sometimes he'll do something decent, but it's usually for purely self-serving reasons. The look he's getting says Mort is his if he wants that, and oh, he does. It's been so long since he was important to anybody, since his obvious excellent points were appreciated and any slight failing overlooked. Sure, he earned this by... being di'Taykan, but he's pretty sure he can get around to what he's really good at. The sex is nice, but oh, the attention.
So no, not nice. But maybe from Mort's side that doesn't matter too much. Nadayki reluctantly slides a hand to his shoulder--he'd sort of rather finish, but better be careful for now. He's not very good at emotions in general, but he's pretty good at telling what people want. And a faceful's not it. "Fuk, that's good. Come back up here or I'll be done." Not that that's as big a deal for him, but he can always bring up a short refractory period a little later.
Mort pulls away and takes hold of himself, standing up and looking at Nadayaki. His eyes are dark, with wide pupils. This is just casual sex, except is it? He can count the number of times someone had pursued him on one hand. And one of those times, it was because she'd been insane. He shuddered faintly, before moving in to kiss.
Nadayki drapes against him gently, one arm slung around Mort's shoulders, other hand pressing to his cheek to let his thumb trace random patterns. He's starting to seek the tingle out now. It's a long, lazy, dirty kiss, Nadayki ignoring his own arousal for the most part. He doesn't mind stretching it out. "Anything else you want, or should I surprise you?"
"Finishing." Mort manages once his tongue's back in his mouth. He feels like he's stretched it out far enough. He takes hold of Nadayaki's shoulder, considering pinning him to the bed just to feel the man squirm beneath him.
"Good choice." Nadayki lets his shoulder roll a little with Mort's hand, showing he'll follow. Good to see a little initiative. They can work on creativity later. He tries to tease without leading, sliding his hand down from Mort's cheek to his chest and slinging one leg loosely around his back. Yeah, he's putting on a bit of a show, but even his pheromones are begging.
That was enough, he pushed Nadayaki all the way to the bed, trying not to squash him. Mort gave him a deep kiss, pushing himself against the man's thigh as he grabbed the alien's...penis? Surely that was a reasonable thing to call it.
"You're beautiful." He had the idea he should say something but words weren't coming easily. They never did.
It's about the most banal a compliment could possibly be, but he's not at all used to even that. Almon and Dysun would occasionally stroke his ego a bit, but compared to most di'Taykan he's a scarecrow, and he doesn't even really know what a scarecrow is. Human idiom is stupid. He doesn't think he's beautiful, but he thinks Mort believes differently. Most species care more about looks than smell. It's the thought that counts, and he's willing to return it the best he can. He buys himself time with a long, shivery sigh and pressing his thigh up to give Mort a bit more friction.
Maybe it shouldn't be about the tongue, even if that's by far his favorite discovery yet. "Fuk, you feel amazing," he settles on. It's true. The sex isn't that exciting, but he can (and does) get that anywhere. Mort's intent, gentle handling of him satisfies the need for other kinds of touch, the ones he's really hurting for.
Nadayaki is beautiful, he thinks. Besides, 'you smell nice' is kind of creepy, right? He thinks so, he's pretty sure it got him smacked once when he used it as a pickup line.
A brush of the man's hair and he moves down, taking himself in hand, and applying his tongue to give himself more freedom to move. He's hungry for touch himself and he wraps Nadayaki with loving strokes, brushing the man's stomach as well.
It'd work much better in this case, but there's time to learn that. He's keeping Mort, after all. He doesn't have to put on a show of his reaction, sighing and moaning musically at Mort's petting. After a few moments of being spoiled he props himself up just a little on one elbow. A little more pressure between them, and he can add his hand to Mort's at the same time he adds friction and proximity to pheromones.
Still wanting Mort to feel encouraged through the haze and remembering a good response before, he curls his tongue around Mort's ear. Nothing teasing about it at this point. He's being driven almost as wild. He tries to purr encouragement into Mort's ear again, but the words come out in di'Taykan--by accident, this time. He doesn't have much of an accent in Federate, but it really is his native language, unlike a kid from a family with the money for tutors and careful bilingual cultivation. It's not like his meaning could be mistaken, though, considering the firm, insistent pumping of his hand.
"Ahhh-!" Mort inhales sharply, letting himself go. He sags, relaxing, eyes closed blissfully. "Ah, Pa-" he stops short just in time. This is clearly not the time to say the wrong name.
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.
He'd already withdrawn his tongue when the saliva threatened to turn sticky, wiping away a string and reaching out with his hand instead, cupping Nadayaki.
Mort wants to stay right here- he breathes in deeply- forever. He opens his eyes briefly, watching his hair rise and settle again.
"Fuk, that was good, babe." The way he's heard it used by humans, the word as an endearment doesn't mean anything all that specific. He should say something, after all. He's not really worn out, but Mort clearly is, and he's not confident about more pheromones. He'll wait. "Wake me when you're ready for another." How long has it been since he's been able to share a bed? Be held properly while he rests? Some of Sujuno's crew would let him lie next to them after they rolled off him. Not the same.
So he's not getting kicked out just yet, Mort is going to take the opportunity to enjoy this by touching as much as possible. Snuggling even. He does turn over onto his side, not wanting Nadayaki to have to continue holding his weight, but he rests his head on the man's chest.
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.
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That, and he gets to try out the tongue after? Fuk yes. He runs a long-fingered hand down Mort's side to his hip and begins to kiss his way sloppily down, mumuring in Taykan. If humans and krai are anything to go by, babbling in a tone-based, lilting language usually counts as sexy. He could talk about the weather if he wanted.
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The language is strange, not sexy to him, but not offputting at all. He puts his hand on Nadayaki's head, running his fingers gently over his hair, closing his eyes and just feeling. Letting the man bring him closer, until he's almost to the edge.
"Stop" he gasps. He doesn't want to stop but he thinks about schematics for the robot he built once, seeing the parts in his minds eye until he's not straining any more.
He bends down, takes Nadayaki's face in his hands and kissing him. "My turn."
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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.
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So no, not nice. But maybe from Mort's side that doesn't matter too much. Nadayki reluctantly slides a hand to his shoulder--he'd sort of rather finish, but better be careful for now. He's not very good at emotions in general, but he's pretty good at telling what people want. And a faceful's not it. "Fuk, that's good. Come back up here or I'll be done." Not that that's as big a deal for him, but he can always bring up a short refractory period a little later.
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"You're beautiful." He had the idea he should say something but words weren't coming easily. They never did.
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Maybe it shouldn't be about the tongue, even if that's by far his favorite discovery yet. "Fuk, you feel amazing," he settles on. It's true. The sex isn't that exciting, but he can (and does) get that anywhere. Mort's intent, gentle handling of him satisfies the need for other kinds of touch, the ones he's really hurting for.
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A brush of the man's hair and he moves down, taking himself in hand, and applying his tongue to give himself more freedom to move. He's hungry for touch himself and he wraps Nadayaki with loving strokes, brushing the man's stomach as well.
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Mort wants to stay right here- he breathes in deeply- forever. He opens his eyes briefly, watching his hair rise and settle again.
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