A few seconds later, Cehn'to sighs and ducks under the satihr to wrap his lips around the bouncing cockhead with a playful giggle.

Mahao'li sighs contently, arching his back at Qana'to's slower, more deliberate movements. He lets his eyes slide closed, stroking himself to the rythm, before opeing them with a start and a gasp as he feels Cehn'to's lips wrap around his head. He shudders, releasing his shaft and leaning forward on both arms as the men begin their work with renewed vigor. "Ahhhh, Moon's mercy.... You two really want to earn another load from me, huh?"

Neither of them says anything, merely letting their monomaniacal focus on his cockhead and prostate, respectively, do the talking. Under the water, Cehn'to starts idly fingering his hole as Qana'to's thrust start to pick up pace again.

Mahao’li moans and gasps quietly with each movement of the men using his, the volume picking up as Qana’to increases his pace. Lightning dances across his sensitive skin, and it takes all his effort to to not blow; a battle he is quickly losing as the two work. He’d been trying to hold out until Qana’to himself came, but he’s no longer sure he can last that long, if his shudders and moans are any indication.

Qana'to heaves a sigh as his whole body shudders like a sapling in a windstorm. He attempts to say something—the guttural sound makes it clear—but his senses are overwhelmed and instead just murmurs happily as hugs Mahao'li tight and fills him.

Mahao'li gasps as he feels the arms wrap around his waist as Qana'to drives his cock home, shuddering against his skin. The Keeper's weight above him, combined with the feeling of his hole being filled, proves to be to much for Mahao'li, and his resolve collapses. It takes all his strength to not crush Cehn'to beneath him as he falls forward, his legs giving out as a fresh wave of hot seed fills the shonjate's lips. He lays beneath Qana'to in a shuddering heap, as electric pleasure tingles along his cock and hole, his breathing heavy and shaky as he rides out the intensity of his second orgasm.

“Are you—?” he begins, though the sound is so badly distorted that it sounds more like a dog growling. When Mahao’li doesn’t move further, he settles again, purring happily and letting his balls finish draining inside his lover. “Ahh, it seems like I managed to bring him down after all.”

“You’re both still trying to kill me, huh?” Cehn’to grouses as he slithers out from under the guest and sits on the side of the tub to catch his breath. He has his cock in one hand, pumping furiously. When Qana’to raises an eyebrow and watches with a skeptical, pinched smile, he gives the ruunte a water-boiling glare.

“This still counts as part of sex and not masturbation until you’re recovered, and if you say otherwise, I’ll make you do it.”

Qana’to just giggles. “I’m convinced, Cehn’to. You’re making a show of it, if nothing else.”

Still panting, Mahao'li turns his head to observe Cehn'to's actions, mirroring Qana'to's giggles, the faintest of smirks playing across his still flushed features. "I don't know, Ruunte Qana'to. I'm not convinced it's not masturbation. He may have to wait. In fact, I'd almost be tempted to make him wait, just on that threat alone. After all, it's not like he can mount you to make you tend to him, and that that pout looks quite cute on him."

“Hey, quit interfering, or I’ll make you the toy instead!” He harrumphs. “So ungrateful even after all that quality cocksucking. Not even offering to return the favor.” 

"Who said I was ungrateful? After all, I wouldn't have fed you two loads if I wasn't enjoying your skill." Mahao'li flashes a grin at the blonde, reaching a hand out to cup his balls, giving them a tug as indication that he should move closer. "Make me the toy, though? Pray tell, how do you intend to do that when you can't penetrate me? Planning on grinding against my spent sack while you imagine I'm sheathed inside you again?" He squeezes himself around Qana'to at that last, bit, savoring the feeling of still being filled.

“…that’s not a terrible idea,” Cehn’to mutters as he obligingly scoots closer to where Mahao’li is bent over the side of the pool. his cock bobs in the air, a bead of pre on the head now. “I’d have to get back under you to do that from this position, though, unless Qana’to is about to pull out.”

Mahao’li looks over his shoulder to Qana’to, noting the distinct lack of movement at Cehn’to’s words. “…I don’t think he is. I may have done a better job at draining him than I thought.”

He turns back to the other man, sliding his fingers back past his balls to slip into his still slick hole. "Thard okay, though, up here is better if you intend to finish your competition with Rhaefi'a."

Mmmmmmmm….

Cehn’to giggles himself breathless at the tranquil ruunte riding on Mahao’li’s back. “Quite the load you’re carrying. You think you can—?” He gasps and cuts off as he feels fingers in his hole. “Oh, fuck, gentle, gentle, it’s a little sore—ahhh, fuuuuck.”

Mahao’li manages a smirk at the other Keeper, “Think I can what? And if you’re too sensitive, I can take them out. I guess not everyone here has Rhaefia’s stamina….”

The claim was not necessarily true, of course. Mahao’li hadn’t actually mounted Rhaefi’a, and he was  aware that he was thick enough that it would leave his lovers sensitive. None the less, what he had learned from Qana w’to was that Cehn’to responded well to the goading; so if he stretched the truth a bit, well, who would know.

Sure enough, Cehn’to snaps right back. “Put another in,” he says, tail flicking defiantly as he strokes himself.  “I make a better bitch than him any day. I can take more.” He gasps again, and his face scrunches with discomfort for a moment. “Please—more, I—thank you for filling meeeee,” he whines softly.

“Good boy, Cehn’to.” Mahao’li coos as he slides in a second finger, and then a third. “You’re taking them so well. I expect a big load from you for the taste comparison.”

“You want to—ah! Yes, satihr, whatever you want, just please keep filling me. I will be the best you’ve ever tasted.” He heaves a strained breath. “I’m pretty close, even…”

Mahao’li grins approvingly, curling his fingers in Cehn’to’s hole, pressing them into the man’s prostate and motioning him to move closer. “That’s a high claim, are you sure you can meet it cameiran?”

“Yes! I certainly can!” He scoots forward, as requested. “And if I fail to please you can fuck this hole again whenever you like, to make up for it.” His pumping is now furious, and he wiggles his torso to buck on the man’s fingers. “Oh—I’m—I’m ready!”

Mahao’li twists himself as far as h can with Qana still on top of him, opening his mouth beneath Cehn’to’s bobbing cock. He sticks his tongue out in eager anticipation, licking the underside of his head. 

“You better feed my honored guest soon, Cehn’to,” Qana’to suddenly says, straightening up and smirking. “Cum in his mouth.”

“Yes, sir!”

Thirty seconds of silence later, a fountain of white seed spills over his cockhead, and he stops pumping his shaft and instead thrusts into the air, clamping down on Mahao’li’s fingers to milk himself with a sigh of triumph.