The man hisses in surprise at that retort, clambering into the guest’s lap without any hesitation and lowering his hips to rub his entrance on the cock beneath him. “Then—then it’s my duty to take you inside meeeeee—ah!” Spreading himself with both hands, he sits heavily onto the thick cock. Unnatural slickness hastens the entry. Apparently the temple guard had already lubed his entrance before coming out here, though when he’d had the opportunity to do so discreetly was a mystery.

 “Oh, Lover’s grace, finally….”

Mahao'li sighs heavily, closing his eyes in bliss as Cehn'to lowers himself onto his length, the lube already present letting him slide to the base of his cock with ease. He moves his hips, shuddering in bliss as the movement gave pleasure to both his cock and his hole.

"...finally? If you'd wanted to be mounted that badly, camerian, you could have begged."

"What did we just say about having to serve your pleasure first?" Cehn'to groused as he adjusted his hips and flexed in time to Mahao'li's thrusting. "Besides, I wasn't about to let you leave here thinking Rhaefi was the only one who could suck a dick..." A tense but pleased sigh escaped him as he felt another thrust upward into him. "That's... ah! There!"

Mahao'li chuckles at Cehn'to's grousing, giving him a particularly hard thrust in response, shuddering in pleasure as he falls into a rhythm. "Yes yes, that it's about my pleasure. Had you though to ask what I enjoy, though, you could have saved yourself the waiting." He gives the boy's tail a playful tug. "Although, if you're insistent on competing with Rhaefi'a for the best blowjon, I will gladly play judge as long as you two desire."

“And the boys think I’m exacting,” Qana’to muttered through his purrs and bucking. The three of them had settled into a rhythm finally, and he was largely content to close his eyes and enjoy the way Mahao’li flexed and twisted atop him. He paused every few moments to lean forward and plant a kiss on the man’s back. “I’m going to have you give a lecture to the students of the shrine when we’re done, Mahao’li. You get the tenets better than they do.” Cehn’to was fun to tease, but it was not totally untrue. Their guest did seem unusually well attuned to the shrine’s philosophy. “This can’t have been your first visit to a waxing shrine. You sound like one of us already.”

Mahao'li shook his head, blushing at the compliment. "There he goes again with the flattery - You're already balls deep inside me, Ruunte Qana'to. Any more of this and you'll make me burst before Cehn'to's had a chance to enjoy himself." He plant's a kiss on the back of the strawberry-blond's neck. "And I never have, no; the Calamity halted my orbit, and I never made it to a Bholbenah before this one."

"Oh, I don't think you bursting is going to diminish Cehn'to's fun in the least," Qana'to retorted, to a frantic nod from Cehn'to. "And to the contrary, I would very much enjoy it, though you might take me over the edge with you."

Mahao'li chuckles at Cehn'to's eagerness, driving his length into the miqo'te with more passion, shuddering as he feels Qana'to mirror the motion. "Mmmm, dragging you over the edge feels like a reward unto itself, Ruunte Qana'to - I -ah -may have to take you up on that challenge"

"Probably for the best, with dinner to be done soon," Qana'to replies in the erratic quaver of poorly maintained composure. "Though if you think I'll be sated of you just from this, you're woefully wrong. If you want to earn that second bead, you had best get used to sitting in this hot spring."

”Heh, I did agree to do whatever you deemed necessary to earn that bead - I’ll gladly spend that time in here.” He smirks and pulls on Cehnto’s tail before continuing. “ Are you sure about Cehnto here enjoying me blowing already? He hasn’t said as much.”

"Just—give me a moment longer to catch up to you..." Cehn'to rasped with a husky, pressured voice. "I mean—if you want," he said quickly, to avoid another playful rap against from the shrine's leader. "I-it's going to feel good regardless, but if I just...." He trailed off with a pleasant whimper. "Please cum, xoansa."

"See? Told you," Qana'to said with a delighted purr. "He's been a good boy. I think you should fill him."

Mahao'li hums approvingly, closing his eyes as he focuses on the pleasure building between his legs as Cehn'to squeezed around his length. "Ahhh, as you wish, Ruunte Qana'to." he moans softly, bucking into the blonde keeper with increasing need. With a gasp, he pressed his length forward, hooking his hand into the boy's hair and holding him in place as the pleasure cascaded over him, releasing the cum that had been pent up since earlier that afternoon. "Aaaaaahhhh! ....Hhhhngggggg~"

Qana'to made no comment beyond laying back onto his elbows, the better to thrust upward. He grunted quietly and closed his eyes in lazy satisfaction. "Ooh, that one sounded intense, satihr. We need to milk you more regularly, I think." He giggled and thrust upward again.

Cehn'to, meanwhile, was totally enthralled. His left hand furiously tugged at his own cock as he pushed backward into Mahao'li's thrusts, and his right covered his face as the throbbing in his hole overwhelmed him. He bounced once, twice, then nearly tipped over and let Mahao'li do the moving as he tried to stay upright. He came into the water a few seconds later, with a heavy sigh of satisfaction that sent his whole body shaking. "Poriyo... thank you."

Manao’li collapses forward onto the other keeper, panting as his thrusting slowed down, the last of his load draining into Cehn’to’s eager body. “Ahhh…. You’re welcome, camerian”. He purrs as he feels Qana'to continue to move in him, leaning onto the man beneath him to let Qana'to continue his ministrations. "So, Ruunte Qana'to....was that enough to pull you over the edge?"

"Ah," Qana'to mutters sheepishly, looking down into the water. "Well, I was certainly emotionally excited enough, but I find it difficult, ah—"

"He can't finish unless he's actively bucking. Talhon has to cover his meiran if you're gonna get the good juice out of him." Cehn'to's smirk at sharing this detail could curdle milk.

"Not always, just—most of the time," Qana'to retorted. "It was really fun! I loved it. Don't take it as anything less. I just don't usually finish unless I'm... active." He squints at Cehn'to. "A fact that the monks find very funny for some reason."

"And I'm not good enough a bottom to be the exception? Tragic - I guess there is a limit to how much flattery he can throw at me." Mahao'li murmurs, smirking conspiratorially at the keeper still settled in his lap. "Well, I guess you finishing then will depend on if this cameiran has had his fill, or wants to stay seated for another round~"

"Oh, I'll be down here forever, then," Qana'to says with a melodramatic sigh. "You'll never pull out if he has his way."

"Just for that, I'm staying put until dinner!" Cehn'to growled, wriggling his butt slightly and laughing. "You two are my prisoners now!"

Mahao'li grins, turning to face Qana'to behind him. "Well, since you've been insistent it's your task to tend to my pleasure, and my pleasure is tied to having your balls be emptied before we leave this pool, you'd better figure out a way to get Cehn'to off me~" He accents his comment with another playful thrust into the bottom, moaning at how easily his cum let him glide.

"Haaaa—aaah! Sensitive..."

Qana'to titters. "I think you may have done the work for me. He struggles a bit with being bred after he's already cum himself." He playfully taps his forehead against Mahao'li's shoulder. "Clever satihr, already calling his bluffs."