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He'd already withdrawn his tongue when the saliva threatened to turn sticky, wiping away a string and reaching out with his hand instead, cupping Nadayaki.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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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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