He definitely appreciated every touch, every stroke. Even without the magic binding his orgasm to his partner's, it wouldn't have taken much before he came over his stomach and Damien's hand, his ass tightening around the cock inside it. Ty wasn't much of one for screaming names, though, since it was a lose-lose situation in his book. On the one hand, he slept with so many people that the chances of him calling out the right one was about as likely him accidentally blurting out 'Owen', or similar. On the other hand, if he managed to get the name right, there was that small, nagging bit that it wasn't his boyfriend's name. So, instead, he screamed out something in his native tongue, though given the situation, it wasn't very intelligible either way.
He lay there for a bit on the table, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Once he had settled down enough, though, he beckoned Damien down to kiss him. Because if this was how they were going to go through the house? He wouldn't last the night, not with the amount of energy he had. He may not have been low, but with limited resources to gaining energy, he wasn't exactly full either.