Mahao’li smirks, shifting up and back to rest in Qana’to’s lap, grinding against his length as he does so. His cock now bobbing above the waterline, he uses the hand still on Cehn’to’s head to guide him down towards it. “Well done, good boy. Lucky for you, I have another way to stay warm.”

Cehn’to flicks his ears and smiles. If he was pretending not to enjoy being tested like this, he can no longer maintain the ruse. “Xoansa satihr’zi poriyo zaio!” He scoots forward and presses his mouth to the head in a thankful kiss, before pushing his hand down under Mahao’li to grab the ruunte by the base of the cock. “I’ll hold it so you can slide on, sir.” With that he grabs the guest’s cock with his lips again and bobs with a happy purr.

Startled noises from behind Mahao’li imply that this was unexpected, though the ruunte doesn’t protest and instead just hugs his new lover tightly from behind.

Mahao’li purrs happily, sighing in pleasure as Cehn’to’s lips return to his cock. He leans back against Qana’to, catching his lips in a kiss as he grinds tauntingly against his head. “Mmm, even grinding just like so feels wonderful.”

"Come now, don't make me eat my words. I'd hate to look like a hypocrite in from of Cehn'to when I pushed you down onto the shaft for my own selfish pleasure." He chuckles and bucks upward playfully as his tip passes over the entrance during Mahao'li's grinding.

“Well, since you asked nicely” he replies, trailing off as he repositions in Qana’to’s lap. He moans softly as he feels his tip press against his entrance again, pressing down until Qana’to’s head pops into him. “Aaahh…”

Fiwjah, Qana'to mutters as the pressure on his cockhead increases and then suddenly relaxes slightly. He holds the man's hips to steady his descent and it takes all his discipline not to buck upwards. "Ahh, thank you..."

“Aaah, you’re most welcome, talhon,” Mahao’li moans out as he slides the rest of the way onto Qana’to’s length, shuddering slightly as h reaches the base

Cehn'to snorts audibly at Mahao'li's reply, causing a small splash of bubbles on the water's surface under his nose. He looks up at Mahao'li without taking his mouth off his cock, offering a smirk and nod of encouragement. The hunter had intuited how best to get the ruunte ready to rut, it seemed, and Cehn'to himself was inclined to earn a snack. He licked at the underside of the head in his mouth and bobbed shallowly while the man worked his way down the shaft under him. "Mmm!" was all he could manage, but perhaps it was enough of a clue.

Mahao'li shudders at Cehn'to's movements between his legs, cock twitching in pleasure, smiling at the other keeper's approval of his tactics. He reached his hand out once more to rest on the other's head, massaging behind his ears as he settled to the base of Qana'to's cock, shifting slowly as he adjusted to the length filling him.

He purrs and sinks a little lower, holding his breath as his face slipped under the water. This was a good bit easier before the man had hilted himself and was further of the water but—Cehn'to hardly cared. He enjoyed the feeling of a firm shaft on his tongue—and especially after the ruunte had taunted him, felt the need to prove it. What kind of Keeper warrior didn't like doing this, after all? He grimaced in concentration and lowered himself further. Just because he'd rather have it in the other end—his thoughts drifted for a moment to the idea of this playful hunter nestled under his tail, bucking into him, and he felt himself throb against the floor of the hot spring's basin. Rhaefi'a had looked totally out of breath when he'd seen him earlier. This man certainly was plenty confident in riding Qana'to's cock, but Cehn'to could show him a thing or two about that....

Huh, he thought to himself suddenly. Maybe the ruunte is right, and I am a little overly competitive.

Qana'to purred in time to Cehn'to's purrs and nuzzled their lover's neck. "He likes you, sounds like. Can't say I disagree with him, either," he murmured. Pinned under the man, he couldn't thrust especially well, though in his excitement that was perhaps a blessing. He'd have already filled the man twice after all this anticipation. Instead he focused his energy on tweaking the man's nipples as he settled onto the cock inside him. "You are... going to be very popular here, Mahao'li. I have a feeling."

Mahao'li makes a surprised gasp as Qana'to's fingers tweak his nipples, arching his back slightly and leaning into the Keeper beneath him. He begins to bounce in his lap slowly, using the movement to thrust further between Cehn'to's eager lips as he did. "Ahhh....you flatter me, Ruunte Qana'to. But I'm glad he does. I- I'm certainly enjoying him, and you. You're both proving....very skilled at what you do."

“Me?” he drawled, biting the man’s shoulder. After a moment, he spoke again. “I’m just sitting here. You are doing all the work.”

Strictly, of course, that wasn’t true. He was thrusting, shallowly, and playing with his guest’s chest. But he didn’t need the credit, and if his guest was going to be so precocious in playing with him and his fellows, then the ruunte should praise and encourage that. He didn’t run a shrine of celibacy, after all.

“This feels even better than I had anticipated when I first saw that handsome man cross my threshold this afternoon.”

“Aaaa~ nnghhhh….” Mahao’li lets out another surprised noise, quickly shifting it into a moan as Qana’to’s teeth find their mark. “You are doing plenty of it, talhon.” He replies, letting his eyes slide closed. 

“And that’s because you were still inside when I did.” He answers again as Qana’to resumes praising him.

“We have these amazing new gadgets here at the shrine,” Qana’to said, grunting as he starting thrusting harder at the sound of the man’s shudder, “called windows. You look out them when your nekhucte calls out a greeting to see if the new guest is hot, for example.” He shifted his hands behind him for more leverage. “And then you lose a bet with one of the monks over whether the hot new guy will get friendly with the nekhucte before you are able to get outside and enjoy the show.”

“Well, I’m sor-“ he begins, before cutting through his words with louder moans. “I’m sorry for costing you your bet, but he warned that reward. What did you wager?”

“A massage,” he replied, giggling. “Never bet anything you aren’t prepared to lose, after all. And don’t apologize. A couple of the staff got nice hard-ons when Rhaefi’a stumbled inside bright red and out of breath and said what he’d just enjoyed. That alone is a service to a bholbhenah. Arousal is sacred here.”

Mahao’li giggles in reply, nodding. A massage sounds like an excellent bet - and if it’s…. Anything like this, you’re still winning in my opinion.” He pets Cehn’to’s head in emphasis at this.

“Yes, that seems likely,” he replied with a laugh. “I‘ll have to ask Rhaefi’a for tips.” He slowed and raised his voice, making sure the redhead bobbing in the water could hear. “Unless, of course, you think the man on your dick right now is better at it.”

Cehn’to raised his head out the water just enough to pout at the both of them before splashing back down and taking the whole length into his mouth. Moon’s tits, I hate when he reads my mind.

Mahao'li chuckles, turning his head to smirk at the man behind him before replying, moaning as Cehn'to redoubled his efforts. "I don't know.... mnf, Rhaefi'a gave me an...ngh... exemplary welcome. It will be very - ah... hard to beat that boy's hunting skills."  

“Hunting skills?” He shrugged and let it go, though. The sensation of the man bucking and riding on his cock was too intense to sustain focus on little discrepancies like that. Cehn’to had moved his hand to caress the ruunte’s balls, and Qana’to was very happy to let those drive him instead.

“You know, Rhaefi is happy just trading blowjobs, but this one between your legs is harder to satisfy. You’ll have to get under his tail to satisfy him.” He smirked as Cehn’to wiggled a bit. He was not hard to read. “I’m surprised he hasn’t already tried to make you breed him.”

“Not about my pleasure, is it, xoansa Qana’to? It’s about the guest’s!” The snarky smirk on his face as he said it, one hand still pumping Mahao’li under the water, was enough to spoil honey. Nonetheless, his tail stuck high out of the water at the suggestion.

 Subtlety of interest was not a virtue often practiced here, one might reasonably surmise.

“Is that so? Well, lucky for you i derive pleasure from that of my lovers.” Mahao’li smiles at the boy between his legs, reaching forward to grab him and tug him into his lap, grinding up into him.