Mahao’li shrugs ambivalently. “It’s been ages since I’ve shared a bed with anyone. They may accidentally get punched if I do. The company is always nice. Though. So I’m happy either way.”

“…I’ll be back up when I’m done, then,” he replies with a flint of amusement in his eye. He bounces out of the room and leaves Mahao’li alone for the first time that day.

Mahao’li grabs his bags, pulling them over to rustle through them. Happy that everything is where it should be, he flops backwards onto the mattress once more.

By the time Rhaefi’a has returned, he has passed out, the spare pillow cradled in his arms.

The nekhucte looks over the sleeping wanderer in the black night. It is still cloudy from the earlier storms, and only the vaguest outline is visible. He crawls into the bed quietly, unable to resolve the man’s features from a distance. He scoffs gently to himself as he peered close, finally able to resolve the shape of the pillow that was in his ideal spot—and, he couldn’t help but notice, the nocturnal erection jutting out just underneath it.

He said whenever I want it, he thinks to himself, reaching out a hand and playfully brushing his fingertips against the thick head. It is only mostly hard: the foreskin had not pulled back yet. Only a moment later, in fact, Rhaefi’a is harder, throbbing and aching between his legs.

In a moment of playful weakness, he ducks his head down and licks the hooded tip, savoring the taste on his tongue.

Mahao’li shifts slightly, his cock twitching against Rhaefi’a’s tongue.

The unexpected shift pushed the head into Rhaefi’a’s mouth, and by reflex he closed it and suckles gently, working his tongue against the receding foreskin. He reaches a hand between his own legs to stroke himself and closes his eyes.

While his body is reacting, Mahao’li himself does not, the soft breathing of slumber unchanged.

Braver now, he pushes further down the shaft as his fingers drift under his balls and start to tug at his hole. He hasn’t mentioned to Mahao’li how he usually performed his evening study with a thick plug in, but it had left him loose and stretched and… hungrier than usual. He moaned gently as he slipped a finger inside himself, imagining this confident, virile guest filling him with sticky warmth.

While he had slept through the tongue on his length, the moan vibrating through his shaft was a different story, and he made a small noise of pleasure and curiosity as he roused.

”…ngh?” Still half asleep, he put the pieces together as he felt the next moan, and sleepy felt along the pillow he held until his fingers laced into hair.

Oh fuck, he thinks—Eorzean expletive and all—but the hand in his hair stops him from pulling back and apologizing. Instead he pushes further down the shaft, mewing apologetically, and sucks as hard as he can on the shaft. His cheeks are so incandescent that the skin of Mahao’li’s thigh feels cool on them.

It is hard to tell how much is consciousness and how much is instinct as Mahao’li begins thrusting gently into the warm mouth wrapped around him, making small noises of pleasure. 

Mahao’li feels amazing, tastes amazing, the sound of his voice was amazing—Rhaefi’a flexes a finger inside his ass and whines as a shudder rips through his body.  It’s not enough—suddenly he pulls back, rips the pillow away from his guest’s hand, and crawls into its place, one hand grabbing Mahao’li by the slick cock and pressing the tip to his hole. “There, go ahead,” he whispers, and pushes his hips back.

Rhaefi’a’s movements are enough to rouse mahao’li the rest of the way to consciousness, sleep laden as it is. The hand which had been holding the pillow wraps around the other keeper, fingers clasping onto a nipple as he slides his way into the proffered hole.

”Mmm, such a needy boy tonight”

“I told you I wanted us to breed like proper lovers,” he replies with exaggerated annoyance. Between his legs his hand is working furiously. “Just be glad I decided to surprise you as the doron rather than trying to slide into you.”

“Given how much one cum today, you may have gotten better results had you: I’ll have to breed you again in the morning to make sure you are properly filled.”

“We can switch if you’re not up to the task of stuffing me, Mahao’li,” Rhaefi’a purrs. “But I figured after sucking my cock so well down in the courtyard you deserved the chance to mount.”

“Oh, I’ve no intention to move; I’ve wanted to mount you since this morning when we gathered the ooah.

“Good. Now stop complaining…and…thrust harder.” Rhaefi’a lifts his leg into the air to help Mahao’li get deeper within him, bucking his hips backward and cooing. His hand is sopping wet with pre, despite having cum several times today, surprising even him. “Fiwjah, I’m close already.”

Mahao’li grunts and complies, his dfeee hand hooking onto Rhaefi hip for leverage as he drives his hips forward, balls slapping against his lovers ass. Despite his own intense day, a decent amount of pre has coated Rhaefia’s insides.

“I didn’t intend to cum so fast,” he moans to himself, not quite able to cease stroking his cock. “I feel so full. Mahao’li, do you mind if I…?”

“Feels that good, huh?” He smirks as he tweaks Rhaefi’a’s nipple, not stopping his thrusting. “Go ahead, but I’m not pulling out if you’re sensitive.”