"Yeah," he giggles, quietly at first but gathering volume until he abruptly cuts off with a hand over his mouth. "I have been so horny all day since you milked me in the sauna, and the meditation I just came from—I was fully hard practically the whole time I was doing my readings. I guess that's my fault for picking a snow poem to review, but I don't think I could have focused on anything else with a stretch-plug in me."

Mahao’li laughs at this, muffling his own sounds against Rhaefi’a’s back as he continues to rock into him. “If you wanted me that badly, you should have asked, rilelhor” His own cock is twitching now, the exhaustions of the day having worn away enough for his own body to start seeking release.

If the nekhucte finds the thrusting uncomfortable, he doesn’t show it. “I did! You were sensitive earlier, remember?” He giggles and pushes his hips backward. “I was horny enough to get bred right in front of Hrevna’a, if you hadn’t wanted to drink from me instead—not that I’m complaining. And then I came up here after you had a bit to recover.”

Rhaefi’s afterglow is chattery, but at least he has the sense to keep bucking backwards for his lover.

Mahao’li chuckles, moaning softly beneath the noise as Rhaefi’a bucks backwards against him. “I couldn’t tell considering how abrasive Hrevna’a and you were being with each other.”

“I don’t understand him. If he likes conflict so much, why is here? Literally every other moon phase has more to do with it than waxing does. I guess at some point I have to talk it out with him. He’s still pretty new around here.” He jolts suddenly. “Ugh, sensitive spot there…” he explains, though his tone is almost trancelike. “It feels overwhelming. I’ve not done this before. It’s… kind of fun.”

“Really?” Mahao’li asks between thrusts “You’ve never cum first and had Qana’to or one of the others keep fucking you?”

He’s now moaning steadily, almost purring, and he drawls all of his words in a thicker accent than he usually has. “Nho. I usuallhy pah-refer to give head. I dooo not get mounted enough, I thhhhink. Oh… have you ever done this? Getting fahcked ah-fter you feeee-nishhhhh?”

Mahao’li opens his mouth to respond, but instead of words, all he can manage is a garbled moaning gasp as Rhaefi’a’s pleasure pushes him over the edge. “I-aaaaughhhmmmmmffdh!” He shudders, holding his lover close as he unloads deep inside him, panting against his neck as he rides out the pleasure.

Gamely pushing back and purring as he is filled, Rhaefi’a purrs quietly. “I wahh juhht getting uzed to it…” he slurs through tired panting and groaning.

“Don’t, uh, don’t pull out too fast, please,” he squeaks his lover’s orgasm subsides. “I’m still very sensitive.”

“I wasn’t planning to “ he replied weakly as the last of his deed empties into his lover. He holds Rhaefi’a close, purring against the pack of his neck 

“This is such a weird feeling! I’m not horny at all but at the same time I am? Everything feels strange and… tingly. My dick especially.” He touches it experimentally and winces—slightly puffy, mostly soft, and wildly sensitive, despite the enticing feeling pulsing sleepily in it. “Have you done this before?”

“Mhmmm….i have….he mumbles from behold Rhaefi,a, exhaustion already seeping into his words.

“When? Did you like it? How long did he last before he finished in—oh, you’re already almost sleeping.” He cuts himself off with a mildly irritated cough and snuggles in tightly, grunting with mild effort. He knew Mahao’li would slip out soon enough, but despite the discomfort, he didn’t quite want to let him go yet….

Mahao'li does not voice a reply, other than to hold Rhaefi'a tighter as sleep takes him once more.

The tip of his tail thwacked against the mattress on which the two were spread out. Mahao'li, even sleeping, had something of a grip, and it took a while for Rhaefi'a to wriggle enough to find it comfortable. He dozed on and off and his lover's grip finally began to relax, and the two of them shifted in their sleep.

Rhaefi'a was used to communal sleeping. In fact, he was rather cold up here in the guest room, with only one person beside him rather than body heat coming from all sides like he was used to. By the time Mahao'li had released him and started to shift, Rhaefi'a was actively scooting toward the heat in his sleep. He woke jammed tightly against he man's hip, indeterminate hours later. It was still dark, at any rate, and he didn't know what had roused him. Perhaps it was the cold.