"Ooo indeed," Qana'to says, closing his eyes and sighing heavily. "I was more pent-up than I'd realized, it seems."

"Considering you've been hard for 90% of the time since you joined me this afternoon, I can't say I'm surprised at all." Mahao'li murmurs, sighing softly as he feels Cehn'to's hand wrap around his head. He shifts his his position, leaning more into Qana'to and spreading his legs slightly to give each of the men easier access to their chosen toys. "Ooo, this is nice though, yes....". He matches the pace of his stroking on Qana'to's length to that of Cehn'to's, purring as the men work him.

"I was hard for 75%, tops," he retorts. "Hard to be horny in a fishmarket. But everywhere else..." He adjusts his wrist to prevent it from getting sore and sighs. "I'll admit I was thinking about this a lot on the way home."

Mahao'li sighs softly as Qana'to's change in posture changes the movements inside him. "You flatter me, Ruunte Qana'to..... I am thoroughly impressed you did not mount me on the road though, and that you were able to wait until after scolding Cehn'to to drag me out here."

"Duty precedes pleasure," he replies. "I may have gamed the system by making pleasure my duty, but it's not a perfect workaround. And that means occasionally waiting to play stallion when there are naughty hranvjate who need to be dealt with."

"Weren't you on my side? You're supposed to be distracting him from me, not calling me out!" Cehn'to shifts forward to be facing Mahao'li directly, the better to pump the man's dick. "How many tugs does it take to get your mind to turn off?" he asks, and Qana'to cracks into hysterical laughter.

Mahao'li grins, moaning softly as Cehn'to picks up his pace, thrusting up into his grip. "I am an evil agent of chaos who fears neither god not man - I'll side against whoever is easier to rile up." he replies, reaching a hand out to ruffle Cehn'to's hair. 

"Why does everyone pet me when they say stuff like that?" he grumbles. Drawn up on his knees, one hand on the man cock and the other caressing the balls, he takes a few trial breaths before slipping his head under the water to kiss the tip.

"Ha, you sure have him pinned to a tree. Despite being talloru he doesn't actually go for head too readily. Much more of a cameiran." Qana'to giggles softly. "But since he's no longer able to hear our taunts, I suppose I can focus solely on you, and this hungry couras under your tail. You open easily for someone who has been on the road alone."

Mahao'li shivers as he feels Cehn'to's lips press against his head, purring soflty and rubbing up against his mouth. "A cameiran? I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the word", he whispers, sucking in a breath as Cehn'to takes his head into his mouth. "And while I traveled alone, I still met other sathir, and had my own devices for when there were none nearby - did you not see me using one on Rhaefi'a when you were watching us?"

"I wasn't watching your hands very closely, honestly. I was more focused on Rhaefi'a's face, and on maintaining my half of the conversation with the guests that were in the spring with me." He scoots in until his whole flank is pressed up to Mahao'li. "As to cameiran, it's just the word meiran with a masculinizing prefix. Means the same thing as meiran or 'mare:' an agreeable guy who gets mounted by his friends, but it emphasizes a more masculine physical presence rather than being someone softer and more feminine."

Mahao'li nods, himself pressing against Qana'to as the other man moves closer. "Ahh, I had never heard that usage before. Thank you for the explanation. And Rhaefi'a was making wonderful faces, wasn't he?" 

"He always does," he replies. "As I think I said then, I owe you a whale-sized thanks for taking such good care of him. However you'd like it..."

Mahao'li smirks, pausing his stroking to give Qana'to's length a squeeze. "Whale sized eh? Well, it was what he deserved as a reward for taking good care of me on my arrival, so no thanks are necessary. If you're insistent though, I will accept then in whatever way you see fit, Ruunte Qana'to."

"Guuuuuuuuh!" Cehn'to's sudden surfacing and spastic breath sends water everywhere. "How long were you going to hold me down there for, ruunte? I about drowned."

"Until he said I could mount him. You got lucky on that count, cajah." He smirks as Cehn'to catches his breath—the redhead's cheeks always flushed a bit when he was turned on from getting pushed around—and pried his finger out of Mahao'li's hole in preparation. "If you wanted a shot at getting him in you you needed to earn it, didn't you?"

It was always a blessing to have two hands. One for each of them.

"Drowned? Or choked?" Mahao'li smirks, reaching up and caressing Cehn'to's cheek, tracing a thumb across his lips. "I was wondering why you scooted closer, Ruunte Qana'to - here I thought it was because you wanted to be close to me."

"Merely being 'close' after all of this buildup would not be even remotely enough to satisfy me at this point." He purrs and rubs the base of Mahao'li's tail. "And Cehn'to just happened to make a good hitching post to attach you to while I'm getting ready..."

Mahao'li purrs, flicking his tail playfully at Qana'to as the man massages him. "True, he makes for an excellent hitching post. Your staff have all been wonderful in that regard."

Cehn'to looks almost dazed with a half-formed grin plastered across his face. "It would be easier if he were out of the water..."

"And? This is about the guest's comfort, not ours," Qana'to retorts. "If he wants to stay in the warm water, that's where you'll suck him off."

"Uh. Yes, sir. Of course," he replies in muted tones, staring at Mahao'li and preparing to settle back into the water. "We are here to serve, xoansa."

Mahao'li purrs, smiling and reaching out to pet Cehn'to's damp hair once more, tugging him closer to offer him a quick kiss. "Poor thing - If you ask nicely, maybe I will let you stay above water."

“You’re as bad as Hrevna’a….” Cehn’to protests before swallowing and muttering, “Please, satihr. I want to suck your cock.”

“Good boy,” Qana’to cackles.