"I considered saying 'a pussy I was breeding,' but that seemed likely to invite confusion," he says with a giggle as he adjusts his position to allow for better thrusts. Ah, Moon's grace, I'm purring, aren't I? "You'll have to crawl if you want to leave this room before the week is out, bunnyboy," he says with fiery glee.

He gasps again with the harder trusts and digs his nails in more. "Fuck," he says, clinging to Qana'to like a lifeboat. And unfortunately he does start getting too distracted, he's always had some trouble multitasking while getting fucked, at least if they're doing it right, and Qana'to is doing it so, so right. "Ah, please, Qana'to—!"

"See? That's more like it," he replies under his breath, nudging Red Fir's face to the side to access his cheek and neck. "You just be a good little bunny and relax for me, and I'll take care of everything." His whole abdomen is smeared with pre now from the Viera's cock, and in the back of his mind some healer's impulse rouses even as the rest of him was focused on bonding with his new lover. He is going to be so thirsty if he's getting this wet. Does he need water? A different instinct drives his mouth, however. "And I thought you were wet when it was just my tongue," he says, voice thick with admiration and pleasure. "Amazing. You are just made to get fucked, you know that?"

...Menphina, please let that be a compliment in this language, too.

This man has some kind of knack for saying things that are simultaneously very funny and kind of hot. "Am I?" he says, burying his face in Qana'to's neck yet again to hide his laugh/moan. "I am, ah fuck, happy to service." He's moving with Qana'to, now—or slightly out of sync, actually, so that his cock can get the stimulation of friction between their bodies at the same time as he's getting fucked. He's always considered himself very lucky for having both a dick and a pussy, because it's two entire places "made to get fucked", as Qana'to says, and they're both being stimulated and driving him crazy.

Happy to service. The words clattered across his mind like a dropped plate at a formal banquet, and his thrusts faltered for a moment as he searched Red Fir's eyes for explanation. Happy to service? That was... backwards. He was the one on top, so it would be him in the position of service, unless—

This wasn't just to get him to go to that island, was it? 

No, no, don't be stupid: this isn't the Shroud, where describing a top as a dominant party—at least aloud, at least at first—was a strong taboo. It's normal around here. Probably normal where Red Fir comes from. It didn't imply—he watched Red Fir's chest rise and fall. It was handsome, a pragmatic body, the kind that was in shape for utility instead of vanity. It felt right, warm and receptive—and wet, where it mattered. But now he couldn't shake the thought. He put on his best playful murmur to disguise the sincerity of the question. "Happy to service, are you? Just a hot, wet hole for me to use as I please? One of the amenities on my luxury trip to that desert island?" Despite himself, he felt a thrill lance up his stomach as he said it, and the corner of his mouth jerked into a conflicted smirk. He didn't mind the idea so much, now that it was out of his mouth, though something in the back of his mind murmured that he'd want to shower that out of himself later.

Red Fir opens his eyes, then, with an amused grin taking over his lips. "Not sure we'll, ah, have the time, there. Who knows what dangers await us." He squeezes Qana'to close and in. "Better make use of me while you still can, hmm?"

That doesn't resolve anything! he shouts internally before the feeling of being pulled deeper into his lover's body makes the thoughts swim and blur and dance out of reach. Nothing in Red Fir's expression had betrayed any reluctance, so at least it was genuine interest in addition to some sort of Rowena-originated plot. He wasn't even sure that Red Fir had processed the comment as anything but banter. And he felt so good. Surely—

No, that's not how it works! This is... is... really nice. He leans back in and kisses the first lips he'd had to kiss since he arrived in Kugane over a year ago. Let Rowena and her stupid island rot for an evening. If this Viera was going to volunteer to be pulped for an evening, why shouldn't he? The man literally asked. So—

"You'll have all the time in the world for it," he replied with a growl. "There won't be much else for you to do when you can't even walk straight after I'm done."

"Ah, fuck, that hit the spot," he says, shuddering against Qana'to's body. "I'm going to investigate it even if I'm in a wheelchair but it would be so hot to be in a wheelchair because of you." He buries his fingers in Qana'to's hair to pull him in for another kiss, again, and the feeling of the fangs turns him on even more. He's so hard, so wet, leaking so much, and he's on the cusp of coming, and everything about this situation is amazing.

Qana’to scoffs gently. “Yaen’ya qoul nelhi,” he mutters as Red draws him into another kiss. He feels lips on his teeth and bites down, mind mercifully blank as the sensations on his cock sweep the cobwebs of doubt away. Red Fir seemed totally swept up in the pleasure now, and against that tide the concerns about some merchants in a tea house seem trifling, a petty distraction from his higher cause—

of leaving this bunny hobbled for life.

“Gworjaa’ra ousthi arissi,” he commands, grabbing the bunny by the dick between kisses and shifting to more powerful, violent thrusts. This deep in pussy he wouldn’t remember the Hingan slang for cum even if he knew it. The tone would have to be enough. “Now. I want to feel it.”

Kami help him, it really doesn't take much longer at all. He's reduced to a whimpering mess of "fuck"s and "please"s and "Qana'to"s and he gives himself entirely to the moment, to the scene, to the situation. He's getting fucked raw and hard against a wall by the Warrior of Light on the same day they met, there's really very little that could be hotter than this and then he's coming, coming, coming, splattering both of their chests and spasming and squeezing Qana'to closer and into him. His mind goes completely blank, and it's all he can do to stay upright clinging to this incredibly attractive man.

Qana’to clings to the sounds and feelings as desperately as Red Fir clings to him. This is real. Everything else might be a setup, but this moment is genuine at least. The warm splash on his lower chest is proof enough for him. He sighs happily and thrusts again, wrapping one hand around the cock jammed between them and squeezing the head to encourage an even bigger mess.

His mind is still cloudy with arousal when he gives Red Fir another kiss and pulls out, his cock still throbbing with denied release. It takes significant effort not to chase his own release, but he was a good son of the Shroud. The first climax was supposed to be hers alone. Cumming inside was a privilege men earned in later rounds of lovemaking. “That felt powerful,” he purrs. “I’ll be reminiscing about that one for a while.”

He holds one hand out to offer Red Fir help to the bed. “Someone should rest before their legs totally seize up,” he jibes with a smug smile.

He doesn't immediately follow. For one, he's still actually a bit weak at the knees and resting his weight against the wall, but for two, "I can't get pregnant. You know. If you were worried." It doesn't actually come out as collected as that sentence implies, because he's covered in sweat and panting heavily, but close enough.

It takes a long several seconds for that apparent non-sequitur to resolve into a sensible response in Qana'to's addled head. "No, no," he says, gingerly tugging at Red Fir's arm to get the Viera to lean on him for support. He laughs quietly. "It's just—you're not supposed to finish in, uh, there the first time." Is pussy offensive to use for a guy? Kiipahgo has a separate word for them, but none in Eorzean come to mind. "At least that's how it is in the Shroud. You're supposed to wait until your partner has finished and you're invited back in. And in the meantime—" he purrs, "I'm supposed to make sure you recover enough for that, should you desire it~"

Alright, he's happy to be led along. "Invited back in," he echoes, faintly bemused. "Well I do kind of need to recover, I haven't come this hard in—at least a year. Holy fuck."

Qana'to guides Red Fir to the bed and helps him down, purring comfortingly the whole way. "Even if you are just an amenity," he coos, "I ought to take care if I want you to stay in good working order, no?"

"'Just an amenity'," he echoes again, with a half-smile. "I like to think I'm a lot more than that, dirty talk notwithstanding."

"Having gotten to know you a bit," he says, helping Red Fir onto the bed, "I would say so." He stands over the bunny and appraises for injury on reflex, before gently lowering himself to sit on the edge of the bed. "Well, think you'll be able to walk after all?"

"Yeah." He reaches over to pull Qana'to to him, though, so both of them can lie on the bed. "I'm a snugglebug, what do you think you're doing just sitting there, come on."

He makes a melodramatic noise of protest before flipping to wrap his arms around the Viera and nuzzle into his neck. "I'm not done with you yet, then," he murmurs. "Don't get comfortable."

"I'm definitely getting comfortable, watch if I don't," he says, petulantly, while he pets Qana'to softly.

(Aaahhh he's having sex with the Warrior of Light ahhhhh this is so cool ahhhhhh)

"Ter redaebinna," he says, running a hand down Red Fir's hips and then gently grabbing the man by the cock. "Did you not just say you needed to recover? You should wait to goad me until you are less vulnerable."

He twitches involuntarily at the touch. After just coming he's still kind of sensitive. ...it's not bad, though.

"Yes, that's why I'm getting comfortable. Is that goading?"

He blinks in surprise at the nonchalant reaction to his jest. Curse his comforting healer’s bearing undercutting him. I bet none of the rogues or lancers struggle with being playfully threatening.

On the other hand, the viera hasn’t moved away despite the flinch of sensitivity when he grabbed him by the dick. The reaction had made Qana’to throb a little, actually. Cautiously, he rubbed the cockhead in his hand, testing the waters. Maybe Red Fir wanted him to react even more aggressively? Every social instinct from his days in the forest arrays itself against it—not with someone so new to him, not with someone he’d just been inside—but just about every rule has been inverted with this new lover so far….

Maybe he should just ask? Wait, teeth! He flashes a fanged smile. People outside the Nhivna always seemed entranced by them. He was usually careful not to show them too cavalierly lest he alarm people, but maybe the strategic ambiguity would buy him some more information. “I’m just saying: Awfully brave of you, making yourself at home in a lion’s den while your legs are still soft and he’s still not sated. Especially if you get sensitive after you finish.”

Having his cockhead rubbed makes him flinch again, shivering, and let out a startled "Ah!" that is at least 40% a moan. Yes, he is sensitive, and it is, kind of painful, but Red Fir isn't not into some pain, here and there. Or maybe more than some; he is also a healer, and he's probably had longer to get into trouble than Qana'to's been alive for.

And yet he still doesn't move away. "A l-lion's den?" he taunts petulantly. "All I see is a kitten trying to roar." A kitten with awfully sharp teeth. He hopes he can get Qana'to to bite.

(He also hopes he hasn't actually offended Qana'to, here. It's probably fine? He gets that he's doing things in a way Qana'to is unaccustomed to, but despite Qana'to's unease he seems to be responding alright? Worst case he'll apologise; social faux pas are fixable.)

This smile is more genuine, the sort of glee that comes with solving a puzzle. He shifts to fuller, longer strokes, watching Red Fir’s shivers get steadily stronger—am I drooling?

”You have a twitch in your eye,” he purrs. “Are you feeling alright? You certainly don’t feel quite so eager down there anymore—I thought you could get harder than this. Maybe the pastimes of the Shroud are too much for you, after all.”