It takes all of Mahao'li's strength to keep his reaction to a light giggle at Rhaefi'a's remarks, and he flicks his tail playfully as he arches his back, purring happily at the attention. "You are indeed inside me, Rhaefi.....can you give him a pet for me as well?” he asks Veom'ta softly as he returns to the blonde's cock, tongue swirling around the enticing head.

He wordlessly reaches out to ruffle Rhaefi'a's hair, to the sound of a groan of resigned embarrassment.

"Do you have to do that?"

"He asked."

"I meant him. I'm very well aware of your pro—provision?—proclivity."

“Me? What did I do?” Mahao’li purrs louder as he pops off off Veom’ra once more to pour over his shoulder. 

Rhaefi’a actually takes a moment to react. “You made Veom’ra pet me! While I’m trying to give you the pleasure… please you.” He shifted his weight on his knees and thrust demonstratively. “It’s hard to focus with him grabbing my head.”

Veom’ra chuckles softly and pets Mahao’li’s hair. “Don’t be prideful, Rhaefi’a. It isn’t a performance, but a shared experience. If he wants you to be pet, then you don’t need to worry about maintaining a regular rhythm. Just let the acts occur as they come to you and your lovers.”

Mahao’li purrs, pushing his head up into Veom’ra’s hand as he pets him, flicking his tail and moaning softly as Rhaefi’a begins thrusting once more. He arches his back, pushing his hips into Rhefia’as thrusts as he does so. “If it is hard to focus, then you can lay down and I can ride you if you so wish.”

“No, no! I want to give you the best feeling a doron can have. You… ah, Veom’ra stop looking at me like that. I have to focus for him.”

Veom’ra does not stop. He does purr reassuringly, though. “He’s reacting like he is loving it. Maybe you should relax and stop trying to outdo his other lovers.”

“…but he said he likes competition. Or Hrevna’a thought so, anyway.”