"Thought it would be a nice surprise" he says, breath faster now, still working with Nadayaki's pants.
He'd actually done a bit of flirting that way. 'Hey I have a thirty foot tongue, want to see?' Usually, he'd done it at the most awkward and inopportune time possible.
"Very nice," he agrees, letting himself keep teasing at Mort's ear as he speaks. It's pretty clearly making the guy crazy, and that's more or less his goal, after all. The challenge is keeping it up while squirming cooperatively to give Mort a hand getting him undressed. Between height and flexibility he more or less manages, pushing himself up enough with the one foot still on the bed to take the weight off his hips entirely, make it easy to slide free of ragged cargo pants that were always a little loose. Getting the shirt off without interrupting is going to be harder.
He's at least as flexible as Nadayaki, although being straightened up at full length for too long can be a strain. At least Nadayaki's trying to compensate for his height as well.
Mort runs a hand up the man's thigh, reaching for the tail of his shirt, then tries to roughly and quickly pull it up over his head. Structural integrity of the fabric is the furthest thing from his mind right now.
It does rip a little. It was flimsy when he got it and he couldn't care less. All he does is twist a bit to make it easier to get off and look brightly up at Mort, propping himself up a little on one elbow to reach for the collar of Mort's jumpsuit. Slightly awkward choice for this specific application, but he's known plenty of mechanics and engineers. Doesn't get in the way so much if you know what you're doing. He kisses Mort again as he unzips, wanting to feel that tongue and the tingle that goes with it again.
Mort's about to reach out to touch Nadayaki's torso, when the guy reaches out to unzip his jumpsuit. He lets himself get absorbed in the kiss and shrugs out of the top portion of the suit, letting himself be guided right now.
Mort does seem a little... directionless. Nadayki has no objection to taking charge if it's called for, and anyone who doesn't seem to quite know what to do with a naked di'Taykan wrapped around them is probably in need of a bit of guidance. He pulls back from kissing a little and nibbles a wet line from neck to shoulder. He was hoping to get more of a hint at what Mort would like, but maybe next time. Nothing wrong with the classics. Once he's sure of his grip, he holds on tight and rolls, aiming to get Mort on his back. Easier to work with a slight lack of decisiveness from on top.
He'd hesitated and then Nadayaki seemed to be trying to take charge. It's fine. Especially the nibbling. He arches his neck away, then goes with the roll. Once there, he gives Nadayaki's neck a flick of his tongue, rubs his back muscles, then reaches around underneath. As far as he knows, even especially humanoid (mutantoid) aliens might have very different genitalia. Can't blame a man for being curious.
Physiologically, there are certainly differences in design and function, but for practical purposes, it's more similar than different. A fairly specialized organ longer than it is wide for depositing genetic material and experiencing nerve stimulation that aid in boosting serotonin levels and easing social bonding is a pretty common approach by evolution. Nadayki certainly enjoys the attention, sighing throatily at the touch, wrapping his fingers in Mort's hair again. With the other hand he reaches back to deal with the rest of the jumpsuit.
Similar but not exactly the same. About what he was expecting, judging by the man's looks. And judging by all the sighing what he's doing is working. He continues until Nadayaki starts dealing with his jumpsuit. Mort kicks off his shoes and squirms, helping remove the suit. Once he's kicked free of it, he repositions himself, lying on his side so he can see Nadayaki's face better.
Yeah, he knows he's being admired. And it's amazing. No one here has better di'Taykan to compare him to, sure, and no one here is answering to a creepy obsessed nutjob who finds rejecting him somehow satisfying. He's gotten plenty of positive attention. But he's been trying for Mort's all along. Maybe that's what makes it so much nicer. Maybe he's just really been needing someone to look at him like that again. It's been a long time since Almon and Dy...
Nope. Sex now. "So what's it gonna be? I said anything you want..." Not that he expects a sudden admission of an elaborate fantasy, but maybe a cue'd be nice.
If Nadayaki was a woman, he would start by suggesting he give oral. Getting praised for his skill and his tongue always feels nice. But it's been years since he's given a blow job to a guy and it wasn't under the best circumstances.
'Anything' Nadayaki had said. Mort's awed by the offer, but when it comes right down to it he finds he's maybe not that creative.
"Go down on me a bit, and I'll return the favor." He tries to suck in his gut unobtrusively.
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.
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Date: 2016-12-04 09:49 pm (UTC)He'd actually done a bit of flirting that way. 'Hey I have a thirty foot tongue, want to see?' Usually, he'd done it at the most awkward and inopportune time possible.
He gasps as Nadayaki's tongue enters his ear.
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Date: 2016-12-04 10:36 pm (UTC)Mort runs a hand up the man's thigh, reaching for the tail of his shirt, then tries to roughly and quickly pull it up over his head. Structural integrity of the fabric is the furthest thing from his mind right now.
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Date: 2016-12-05 12:54 am (UTC)Nope. Sex now. "So what's it gonna be? I said anything you want..." Not that he expects a sudden admission of an elaborate fantasy, but maybe a cue'd be nice.
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Date: 2016-12-05 01:14 am (UTC)'Anything' Nadayaki had said. Mort's awed by the offer, but when it comes right down to it he finds he's maybe not that creative.
"Go down on me a bit, and I'll return the favor." He tries to suck in his gut unobtrusively.
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Date: 2016-12-05 01:44 am (UTC)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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Date: 2016-12-05 02:14 am (UTC)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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Date: 2016-12-05 03:03 am (UTC)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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Date: 2016-12-05 11:45 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2016-12-07 11:12 pm (UTC)"You're beautiful." He had the idea he should say something but words weren't coming easily. They never did.
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Date: 2016-12-07 11:36 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2016-12-07 11:47 pm (UTC)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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