"You need to be cleaned up as much as I do, esteemed guest," Qana'to says with a snort. He and Cehn'to lead the guest back outside to the springs, where both men promptly jump into the water and settle into the steam with purrs. "Now, if you don't spend the rest of the time before we eat relaxing, I will never forgive you."

Mahao’li chuckles and settles into the water between the two men, sliding in down to his neck and letting out a satisfied purr. “I will take that threat to heart, Ruunte Qana’to, and will not move from this spring until dinner is called.” 

"I take that as a promise," Qana'to replies, sliding a hand across the man's back in a gentle massage. "You have done entirely too much for a guest of the shrine, Mahao'li, and I won't have you expend an ounce more effort until you've availed yourself of the place's benefits."

Mahao’li purrs louder as he feels Qana’to’s hand massaging his back. “That is a promise, then. But I have already availed myself of many of the shrines services, Ruunte Qana’to.” 

“Not all of them, though. Unless Rhaefi’a was servicing you prior to me coming out to the springs earlier, you mostly were playing with him rather than being tended yourself,” he said, sliding his hand down to pet the man’s tail. “And you were certainly reacting enough earlier that some attention seems warranted.” 

Mahao’li lets out another purr, flicking his tail and lifting it at Qana’to’s touch, moving it out of his way. He cracks open an eye to smirk at the man beside him. “Ah, do not worry - I did not trick another of your staff into spurning their duties. Rhaefi’a made sure to give me a proper welcome when I first arrived. You merely arrived when I was rewarding him for his successful hunt.” He beams at Qana’to, closing his eyes once more. “You should be proud of him - he gives excellent head.”

“I will be sure to convey that to him,” he laughs, taking the lifted tail as an invitation to burrow toward the hole under it and massage. He looks at Cehn’to and laughs again at the red-head’s facial expression. “What, feeing competitive again? Unfortunately I don’t think you can help with what our handsome guest needs right now, talloru Cehn’to.”

“Intending to finish what you started on the road, Ruunte Qana’to?” Mahao’li purrs louden as Qana’to shifts his hand beneath him, sliding his own hand up and over his companion’s thigh. “I’m sure we could find something for him to do, if he is eager to join you.” 

"I'm just—watching." His face is quite white, then peach, almost like he hopes to blend into his own hair. "Don't mind me."

Without speaking, Qana'to leans down to kiss Mahao'li's neck, resting his head on the man's shoulder.

"Feel free to put him to work. He's supposed to be looking after you, after all. As for me, that little altercation in the road seemed to indicated some unmet needs that I am eager to see attended to."

Mahao’li purrs and tilts his head to rest it against Qana’to’s, flicking his ears against the man’s hair affectionately. “Well, it would be rude of me to deny such a sincere offer of service - especially after getting you wound up on the road.” 

"How bad was he this time? I swear we should make him jack off each time before he's allowed out of the area."

"...Rude!"

Mahao’li laughs at this exchange, petting the head on his boulder while he turns to reply to Cehn’to. “Like I said when we first arrived, he engaged in an aggressive sexual attack on me. Nearly tried to mount me in the grass by the road, just about.” He nuzzles against the keepers head before continuing. “To his credit, he was already hard and eager before I dragged him to town, so I won’t fully blame him.”

"What?! That is defamatory." But for the fingers rubbing Mahao'li's hole, the man's expression and tone would be a perfectly convincing portrait of outrage. "As I recall you won the wrestling match—which you started, anyway."

Mahao’li continues to purr as Qana’to’s fingers work against his entrance, petting his head gently. “True, I did win. Had I not, we would probably still be on the road, locked in a passionate embrace.”

"Nearly two hours later? We'd have been told off by more than one passing scout patrol for sure—if we weren't instead kidnapped by pirates." He chuckles and presses a finger harder into the entrance. "I'd much rather be stuck in your cave than theirs."

"Ugh! That's a way to phrase it."

Mahao’li makes a small noise of pleasure as Qana’to presses against him harder, giggling at Cehn’to’s expression. “What a choice of words indeed. I certainly agree though, there are more tempting swords than those of pirates.”

"Not you, too!"

"Well, it seems that we can agree on that, at least. You're welcome to any that catch your eye, of course—except Cehn'to's, anyway. That one's purely decorative." He purrs as he feels the ring open and presses a gently finger within.

“Ahh…..” He lets out a soft gasp as Qana’to’s finger slides into him, closing his eyes as he adjusts to the sensation. “That’s okay…there’s plenty of other ways he can be of service.”

“There we go,” he says deep in his chest as he finger drives home. “Yeah, I’m sure we will have plenty of use for him, won’t we? Though he’s better under the tail than the nose, just so you know.”

He laughs as Cehn’to sinks up to his nose into the water.

Mahao'li moans softly as Qana'to slides his finger to the base and begins to move it, letting his hand slide to Qana'to's crotch, taking his length in hand and nuzzling against his head on his shoulder. "Ahh, is he? That's good to know" he replies, smirking at Cehn'to and moving his free hand to rest on his head,