Mahao’li grins as he feels Qana’to weight lifting off him, and as the first rope of cum shoots out of Cehn’to, he moves to wrap his lips around his tip, purring as the remainder of his load hits home agains his throat and tongue. 

From behind Mahao’li, the quiet, tense sound of an anticipatory gasp, then silence.

“Ah, fffffiwjah! Sensitive! Ahhhh!”

Qana’to bellows with laughter. “I was wondering how long that would take!”

“Cut it out. If there weren’t people like me in the world you’d have to use your hand a lot more.”

“That grim counterfactual doesn’t make reality any less amusing, my friend.”

He slaps Mahao’li gently on the back and grunts as he finally pulls out. “So, my esteemed guest, had your fill now?”

Mahao'li chuckles as he pulls off of Cehn'to's head, grinning at the other man. "Poor sensitive boy. If you hadn't missed the first shot, I wouldn't have needed to take matters into my own hands. Or, lips rather."  He licks his lips teasingly before straightening up as he feels Qana'to leave him, stretching his arms over his head and sighing contently as he turns to face the Ruunte. "For now; Although, any true competition needs multiple rounds; I'd hate for Cehn'to to think I wasn't giving him all the chances to win I could."

Mahao'li settles back into the bath, submerging himself for a moment before popping back out and shaking the water from his hair. 

“Ooh, you make an excellent point,” Qana’to muses as he lifts his tail and shakes the water out of it. “It seems like I’ll have you for at least a few days, then.” He smiles, the slightest gleam of a devious plot behind his eyes, and then clambers out of the baths and skips around the building, still fully naked. “Dinner is on the table by now! Naoh’li came out to get us a few minutes ago.”