"Yeah," he says breathily. "And, you know, the ruunte is always going on about the magic of mortal connection or whatever and how we should strive to get to know our fellows... or something. I'm pretty sure he means sexually, too."

"You're not sore from having cum so much? This doesn't hurt?"

Mahao'li shakes his head, shifting his stance slightly and leaning back against his companions chest to give him easier access. If the actions are causing any discomfort, he does not show it.

"I am not expecting much of a load if and when you do get me off, but like I said earlier....I've been lacking attention, and I have lots of stamina."

“You really must have been in the wilds if after all that you’re still raring to get reamed. Maybe you were more of a city boy than you’d realized. Didn’t you at least bring a toy or something?”

He murmurs breathily mid-conversation, so as not to derail it: “Lean forward for me a little, yeah? Might as well do my part while I’m back here, no?”

“Might as well” Mahao’li murmurs in reply, shifting forward slightly so that Hrevna’a can more easily access his entrance.

”I do have toys, yeah. They’re in my pack in the hot spring if you’d rather use one of them. Doesn’t feel like it, though.”

“Hey, fuck you, I got the only toy you need right here. Just need a moment—” he catches the tip against Mahao’li’s hole and grunts with the self-discipline to slide in slowly. “Tell me if you need it slower, alright? Moon’s groove, though, you open easy. That happy to get mounted, huh?”

“Did you expect it to be tight after Ruunte Qana stretched me open and dumped two loads in there?”

“‘Course not, but maybe sore or tender. I don’t know, man, I’m just a big dumb kove or whatever you call it.” His tone remains playful, but the more he flusters the faster his thrusts get, like the talk makes him impatient. He moans happily at the sensation of bottoming out. “Ah, fuck, yeah. That fucking Qana’to knows a good ass, anyway.”

The chuckle of appreciation is half masked by his own moan as Mahao'li feels Hrevna'a fill him. He shifts more, bracing one arm against the tree as he casts his eyes along the horizon. 

"Well, I'm glad it meets with your high praise. You deserve some yourself, too"

"My fine fellow, I deserve nothing that I'm not already getting," he replies with a breathy rasp. "An ass a day keeps the guardian... happ-ay." He thrusts in a boisterous rhythm, silent again for a while.

"Moon's tits, 'an ass a day is my preferred pay!' That would have been better. Fuck."

Mahao’li doubles over, clutching his sides, his peals of laughter ringing out across the empty yard, and it takes him several moments to calm himself enough to speak.

”That….you’re….the frustration in your voice!.” He manages to cough out between fits of laughter.

From toward the hot bath, Rhaefi’a jogs up. “Everything is alright?” he asks, before the image of Hrevna’a mounting a cackling guest resolves itself out of the blurry evening mists. He crosses his arms over his nude chest and watches for a moment.

“The faasindhe got his turn after all,” he says cryptically, tail flicking. If he is bothered by the rain, he doesn’t let it show.

“Oh, look, now you got us caught, you loudmouth. I knew I should have plugged the other hole, instead. If Qana’to hadn’t talked it up so…”

“Ah, coh, bholgwo’ra nekhucte’te sahrnziu’a jaa honavu nelhi!” the man says with a shrug of contemptuous sarcasm.

“Oh, right, let me say it in Gridanian for you: ‘oh, no, the sex-priest found me fucking.’ What a scandal!”

“And whose fault is that?” Mahaoli chimed back at the blond keeper. Rhaefi’a’s arrival had managed to calm his laughter, but had no effect on the cock still in Hrevna’a’s hand.

“Yours, for laughing like a fucking rutting goat,” Hrevna’a responds. He had stopped thrusting for a moment and stood up straighter; now he continues again, shallow and fast thrusts that don’t interfere with talking. “Though as he translated so politely, not as big a deal as in a barracks, so… guess he won’t mind if I keep at it, then. Gossi’on, nekhucte?”

“Ruun’te says you are supposed to wait to mate until you are not on patrol. And your accent is terrible.”

He shifts on his feet. He’s still soft, dangling demurely between his legs, but it’s clear from how his thigh twitches that it’s taking some discipline to remain so.

“Well, if you don’t want me laughing, don’t sound so disappointed when you’re not as witty as you could have been.” Mahao’li shakes his head, before turning and smiling at Rhaefi’a.

“Ruunte Qana’to is in the hot spring with you. Veom’ra is meditating by the statue across the bridge. On the beach outside the front gate, a pair of gulls is fighting over an unfortunate minnow who washed up on shore, and the Maelstrom officer manning the ferry is huddles under the canopy on the dock out of the rain.” He winks tauntingly at Rhaefi’a before continuing. “Don’t worry, rikalor, I’m keeping watch, so Hrevna’a can ‘have his turn’ as you put it.”

He watches in silence for a few moments, eyes wide with surprise. “Ah, that was, certainly a thorough accounting. I don’t know how you can pay attention to anything at all like that when you are mounted.” He looks up at Hrevna’a, who also mutters in confusion.

“I guess it is raining. After all.”

“I’m a Hunter and a researcher; observation is one of my most trained skills.” He meets Rhaefi’a’s wide-eyed gaze with another smirk and an ear wiggle.

“And yet despite the rain that Hrevna’a claimed would keep people inside, at least three of you made it out here to enjoy the show.” He glances down at Rhaefi’a’s twitching thigh and soft cock with a raised eyebrow. “You are enjoying it, right?”

The nekhucte gawps indelicately for a second at the question. "I enjoy it whenever our guests find pleasure and connection within our grounds," he finally stammers.

"Do I not seem pleased?"

"No, you fucking don't," Hrevna'a sneers with an emphatic pound forward that causes his lover to sway forward. "You look like a drill sergeant come to tell us that fucking is bad for discipline. Get the stick out of your ass so we can put a dick or two in it, yeah?"

"Much rough than I was going to put it there, Hrevna'a." Mahao'li reaches a hand forward, cupping Rhaefi'a's soft cock and balls and giving them a squeeze. "But no, Rhaefi'a, you don't seem to be at all."

“I don’t have to be aroused to be pleased when I see satihr bonding,” he protests, but his cock swells almost the instant that Mahao’li touches him, standing out stiff and proud before he even gets to his second sentence. “That’s one of the first commentaries in the Precepts.” He purrs delicately and lifts one leg slightly, obedient to the interest of his guest.

“Thanks, Mahao’li. He’s kinda insufferable when he’s soft, isn’t he?”

“You’re insufferable even when you’re hard,” he retorts. “Much more wild boar than docile ram. I don’t know why Qana’to lets you flout the rules so much.” He steps forward slightly. “You better be treating our guest like a prince back there, you selfish….”

He trails off, unsure of the word in Eorzean. In Mahao’li’s reassuring hand, though, his cock bobs amiably.