Mahao’li nods solemnly, taking a moment to take a sip from his water glass before responding. “But of course, Veom’ra. Justice must be served.”

“I will have to hear precisely what occurred from you, if you don’t mind. We can step into the other room while the others eat, for privacy.”

The corner of his mouth turns downward slightly, and Mahao’li gazes longingly at his plate before him, a new uncertainty creeping in. Veom’ra’s face is unreadable, and Mahao’li begins second guessing himself. Surely the other man can tell it is some friendly banter. Cehn’to had understood, as had Qana’to himself, after all. But still, the solemnity of the others voice and tone has him on edge, and he pauses a moment before nodding and rising to his feet. 

“As you wish, Veom’ra.”

The rest of the group looks around at them as they get up, but does not interrupt or question it as Veom’ra leads the guest into a side room where the two could talk. “It is important that we take any such things seriously. So I do want to understand what happened.” Veom’ra crosses his arms and scowls thoughtfully. “The ruunte is normally quite considerate, though he is favored with a prodigious sexual appetite, so this comes as a surprise.”

The moment the door closes behind them, Mahao’li releases the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He smiles bashfully at the other man, tail flicking behind him sheepishly. 

“Now that we are behind closed doors, I fear there may be a bit of misunderstanding. While Ruunte Qana’to and I did have a tussle in the road, it was not nearly so bad as to require this level of seriousness. I was merely playing it up, as we had to Cehn’to when we returned from Limsa.”

He pauses a moment before continuing. “I had expected him to interject in his own defence, but it appears he was too distracted to catch the conversation.”

“…Oh,” he says at last. A few seconds elapse before he heaves a sigh and rolls his eyes.

“I’m sorry. There was a minor incident with an over-enthusiastic guest a few days ago that required some remediation. I guess I—” he cuts off with a laugh.

“Clearly I am in my head too much. I should spend more time in meditation on Affinity and less in worry. Ah—now that I think of it, didn’t Cehn’to say you and the ruunte had mated in the baths quite happily?” Veom’ra’s cheeks flush slightly in embarrassment at his misunderstanding.

Mahao’li’s ears flick upward in surprise, the slightest tinge of pink visible on his cheeks. “Oh, he had time to share already? That keeper is quick, it seems.” He shakes his head slightly before smiling at Veom’ra, flicking his tail. “We did, yes. As I said, we did have a bit of a tussle on the road, and it was sorely needed afterwards.” He proceeds to relay the story of Qana’to’s fijjovi and their subsequent wrestling session to the other man, smiling at him all the while. 

“You were distracted with Rhaefi’a burning himself on soup, but he was quite excited to relate it,” Veom’ra noted with a grin. He listens attentively to Mahao’li’s story, eyes half-lidded and comfortable.

The hravnja uniform opened at the waist, rather than having an apron over the groin like the one Rhaefi’a wore, so Veom’ra’s reaction to the tale is plain to see in his rising erection. Veom’ra makes no move to hide it or touch it; it’s not even clear he notices it at all as he nods along and purrs for Mahao’li to continue talking.

Veom’ra may not notice his growing erection, but Mahao’li certainly does, and he smirks to himself at the fruits of his unintentional labour. He flicks his ears joyfully at the other man as he finishes his tail, smiling.

”and there you have it, the story of our fujovi. Which, speaking of…” Mahao’li steps closer to the other man, reaching to fondle the balls beneath his boner. 

He adjusts his stance wider and gives the softest intake of breath before returning the gesture, rolling Mahao'li's sack in his hand appreciatively. "Given the distant, glassy smiles on their faces as they tromped down the stairs, I'd say you did well by both of them. You must be quite the formidable lover to be satisfying both at once." Pre oozes from his tip as he speaks. "I am sure you would rather eat proper food before being dragged back between another lover's legs, but it is tempting to ask."

Mahao’li shakes his head, smiling brighter and fondling the other man’s sack with renewed intensity, letting his thumb reach up to massage the underside of his shaft. “You won’t know if you don’t ask, will you?”

“Your argument is unassailable,” he says so quietly as to be almost inaudible. “Well, then, satihr, could I indulge you further? However might make you feel most welcome among our humble community.”

Mahao’li grins, nodding affirmatively at Veom’ra before catching his lips in his own. He shifts his hands upwards, wrapping his fingers around the keepers cock and stroking it slowly, noting how slick it already was.

”What a wet mess already” he murmurs.

Veom’ra grunts as another trickle of pre spurts into Mahao’li’s hand. “It’s a specialty of our art,” he says with sigh once their lips part. “I can produce as much as you like….” His hands roam over Mahao’li, massaging and perhaps appraising the man’s build. “Tell me, satihr, how best might I welcome you? We are a shrine dedicated to service, after all.”

“Then I look forward to milking as much as I can.” Mahao’li gives Veom’ra’s length a few more strokes, coating his hand in pre before bringing it to his lips to taste, purring approval.

”Well, since I am missing the meal, why don’t you feel me yourself? And when that’s done, you can brace against the wall while I show you what Cehn’to was so eager to brag about.

“Confident. I see why my brethren are so smitten.” He pulls himself onto a counter and then reaches out to draw Mahao’li in and down. “And of course. A man of culture should no doubt be eager to sample the tastes of his new surroundings. It would be my pleasure to feed you.” As Mahao’li sets to work, the head of the monks kneads his fingers through his lover’s hair, massaging the scalp and purring soothingly. His cock bounces as Mahao’li licks it, but in every other regard Veom’ra seems perfectly calm.

Mahao’li does not hesitate in the slightest, dropping to his knees and nuzzling into Veom’ra’s balls. He savours the scent, taking each orb between his lips in turn, before sliding his tongue up the pre-coats shaft to his tip. He teases it a moment, before taking the keeper’s full length into his eager mouth.

“How does it compare? I’m told there are more cedar notes than Qana’to’s rod.” His demeanor of tranquility finally begins to crack as Mahao’li swallows his shaft and there is a moment of amused silence in the next room as the rest of the staff realize what is transpiring. Then the chatter starts back up, and Veom’ra’s quiet moans are submerged under the air of conviviality.

“Please… drink as much you want. I enjoy… helping a hungry warrior.”

Mahao’li purrs his affirmation as he suckles on Veom’ra’s length, pulling away just long enough to respond before diving back into it.

”it does taste wonderful- more cedar, and less bitter”