"Who wouldn't be?" he chirps, tail flashing as he picks up some bowls and utensils. "It takes some serious work to get the hosaem hravnjate vocal, you know. You must have pounded him pretty well." By the time he finishes the sentence, he’s fully hard under Mahao’li’s hand, and he pauses his movements to let the guest feel that fact.

He searches Mahao’li’s eyes as he says, in a quiet voice. “You are really that happy to see my excited, huh?” The tone is one of pride, and perhaps the slightest bit of bashful pleasure.

"Who wouldn't be?" Mahao'li quips in reply, giving Rhaefi'a a wink and his cock a final squeeze before taking his handful of dishes to the kitchen behind the others. "You're cute, and it's rare for me to get that much attention. It's flattering to see how well you reacted."

"Not that rare, surely," a voice says from behind Mahao'li. Hrevna'a scoffs playfully. "You know that the little nekhucte here is supposed to be circulating among many guests, not just chasing after one? I'm sure Qana'to would be more annoyed about it if he weren't so smitten himself."

Mahao'li turns to the voice, grinning and shaking his head. "You've met the Gridanians; not the most libidinous sort now are they?" he replies as he sets down the items he  was carrying where indicated. "And my corner of the Shroud is not known for being particularly saoq friendly. As I mentioned to Veom'ra earlier, this is more attention than I've gotten in years."

He pauses to consider the other keeper for a moment, before grinning and motioning over his shoulder towards Qana'to and Cehn'to are still conversing. "If you want to complain about someone chasing after me though, those two spent more time with me than Rhaefi'a has."

"Who's complaining? I'm just happy to have a little levity. This place gets too much like a Gridanian barracks when he and Veom'ra get too far up their own asses with worry over hosting and whatnot. We're a sex shrine, right? Or a 'shrine to the Affinity of man," or whatever they call it. Forgive me if protocol isn't my first concern."

Mahao'li laughs, flicking his ears joyfully in response. "Than I'm sad you missed us earlier. I had Ruunte Qana'to and Cehn'to absolutely worked up over protocol and letting me in the kitchen. You would have loved that, I'm sure" He flicks his tail playfully as he walks over to the other man. "Well, in any case, I'll try to keep the levity alive while I'm here. Would hate for it to get anything like the Gridanian Barracks here"

“And bless you for it,” Hrevna’a replies, pursing his lips for a moment, either stifling a grin or miming a kiss. “The problem with being a guard here is it’s so damnably boring. I keep hoping if they relax the rules I’ll have something to do besides eye their asses as they do their meditation.”

“I could cause a disturbance if you want. Hire some pirates, cause a ruckus. That sort of thing.” The slightest twitching of the corner of his lip is the only thing that belies his otherwise straight face at this offer.  “Alternatively, attempting to help with cleanup is likely to get Cehn’to and Ruunte Qana’to up in arms.”

Rhaefi’a shifts uncomfortably at this suggestion, eyes lowered and harder than they had been all day. He doesn’t say anything, but quietly pads away to dump the bowls in the sink and then trot upstairs.

Hrevna’a doesn’t seem to notice. “It Is going to be pretty dead with the rain at this time of evening, but I still have to stake out the baths just in case. Want to walk with me?”

Mahao’li, however, does notice, his face slipping into a frown as his eyes follow the dark haired keeper back upstairs, before he turns back to Hrevna’a with a smile. “Sure, I could use the fresh air and a stretch. I’m fairly certain my bag is still out there as well, come to think of it.” Motioning the other Keeper forward, Mahao’li falls into step beside him as they move back outside.

Outside, the rain is steady and gloomy. The pools are deserted now, except for the shrine staff cleaning up and making sure everything is in order. They retreat inside whenever they can, but Hrevna’a makes a dutiful orbit of the perimeter—after pulling off his clothes to preserve them from the rain.

“Rain like this usually drives people away,” Hrevna’a notes. “It’s just as well, I guess, since we typically close around dark. You joke about pirates, but we’ve had to deal with that kind of thing once or twice. Always after dark, as if keepers don’t enjoy the night.” He leans on a tree. “You a fan of crowds? Cities, people, all that? Or you stick to yourself?”

Mahao’li raises an eyebrow at the claim. Having not changed after their fun in the pool, the rain has already coated his bare skin in a fine mist; making it shimmer in the lights emanating from the shrine windows. 

“Really, pirates here? I admit I’m surprised; a housing ward of dedicated adventurers did not strike me as a place pirates would be eager to frequent. Then again, I know little of pirates.” He leans against the tree beside his companion, turning his head to gaze at him before retiring his eyes back to the vista before him. Beyond the walls of the shrine, the waves lapped against the sand of the beach, and further still, the ocean beckoned, its’ sirens call tugging at Mahao’li as he pondered the question.

“I can’t rightly say that I know the answer to that question anymore. I haven’t been among more than five people in…close to six years.”

"Well, this whole place was a pirate port of call, no? With the loss of Garlemald as a primary prey source, they have to get creative. And a place where people hang out horny and naked is a place where people are unusually vulnerable." Hrevna'a's tone was contemplative. "You have to be a bit rough at the outset, to establish that they can't just take what they want. It helps if you know the local enforcers, too, and Qana'to's connections with the grand dame in charge probably help. Even so, some half-drunk idiot with an axe and demands can do a lot of damage if nobody's ready to intercept him."

"But now I sound like I'm trying to turn you off of the city. It's not that bad, just not perfect." He shrugged again. "I like it, myself. Chatty and warm, and you'd be amazed how comfortable everyone is with a bunch of horny Miqo'te next door. Back in Gridania we'd have gotten driven out by a riot for sure."

"You make a compelling argument, true." Mahao'li nods at the other man, looking to him once more and grinning. "And I do enjoy it here. What little bit I've seen of it, at least. Ruunte Qana'to and I only really got to see the markets, after all. I hope to explore some more when I have the chance. Maybe you can be my guide next time; You certainly seem more comfortable with the place than he is."

“City boy, born and raised,” Hrevna’a laughs. “Most of the others aren’t, and it shows. But they’ve got good asses so I help them out when city life gets too tough for them.”

He looks down meaningfully. “Could be convinced to do the same for you, since you ask.”

Mahao’li smirks, following Hrevna’a’s gaze down to his ass, before moving to admiring the man’s cock. “My ass is nice enough to merit the offer? I’m flattered.” He turns to the side, giving the other keeper a better view, grinning at him over his shoulder.  

“Let’s just say it comes very highly recommended. I may find Qana’to overly pacifist and boring, but I trust his opinions on how a guy takes cock.”

Mahao’li laughs at this, flicking his ears and tail joyfully at the praise. “Well, I still remain flattered, And would enjoy your company in a trip into town as well.”

Hrevna’a pulls the man into his arms and looks out into the rain. “Another good thing about the rain: nobody will come out here to check if I’m paying attention to my lookout post instead of playing with the guests.”

“As long as one of us keeping an eye out we’ll be fine.” Mahao’li replies as he’s pulled into the other man’s arms. He did not voice how much of a struggle he expected that to be, based on the hard cock now pressing into his backside.

“Yeah, it’ll be fine,” Hrevna’a echoes breathily, grinding gently on Mahao’li and pressing his hands to the man’s chest. “Oh, you got pecs, huh? I guess you do more than just sit around out in that forest.”

He lets out a soft noise of pleasure as Hrevna’a begins to grind on him, flexing his chest muscles beneath his hand. “I’m a trained lancer- need lots of muscle and stamina for that.”

“And down here we have the lance. I see why my guard-duty buddy was away from his post. He does love a fat cock.”

“Think I’ll help myself to tugging on it for a little while.”

“By all means feel free. If I’m keeping watch out here with you you should know what tools are at your disposal.”