The stronger strokes elicit stronger shivers, but they also do cause him to start getting hard again. Also wet, or wetter. "It's just—ah fuck—a matter of time. But you don't need to wait for me to get hard again. Where's the lion?"

“Playing with his food,” he replies, using a knee to push Red’s legs apart as he rises to kneeling. He pulls his hand off of Red’s cock in order to grab his own and press it to the entry beneath.

“Are you always this fantastically wet, or should I be flattered?” he asks as the warmth starts to envelop his tip. He closes his eyes and exhales slowly, his head tipping backward in ecstasy, banter momentarily forgotten. “Qogou reiqoh,” he sighs to himself, heedless of whether Red Fir would understand. The tone of adulation would be enough context, probably, and if not, well—he’d enjoyed explaining before.

"Be flattered," he responds immediately. "And what does that mean?"

Qana’to smirks and presses in instead of answering right away, relishing both the physical sensation and getting to play teacher again. “I thought you couldn’t focus while getting fucked,” he drawls before looking down and starting to buck with a delirious sigh.

“It feels great,” he says. “It means, ‘it feels great.’ Qogou is an intensifier like very and reiqoh is either happy or pleasant depending on context.” He smiles again, eyes half-lidded and mouth open in a trance. “So it could also mean ‘I am very happy.’ I could specify by saying couras qogou reiqoh, if I wanted it to be clearer.”

Halfway into that he does, actually, lose focus, his eyes flickering shut, and he's full mast again. He tries to remind himself that Qana'to likes hearing noises but all that he manages this time is grunting and a tiny whine. "Kami help me," he breathes once Qana'to's all the way in.

Well, phoo, that was too much, wasn’t it? Back to teasing. “Aww, what’s the matter, my brave and foolish little lover? Don’t tell me it’s too much for you! You were so cavalier—” he grabs the bunny cock and pumps it again, once, twice, just enough to elicit that cute twitch. “—about getting mounted again so soon.”

Suddenly he tilts his head like a curious kitten and pumps the cock again, experimentally. “Huh. You tighten on my shaft when I pump your cock while it is sensitive like this.” He grins viciously. “It feels really good.”

"Ah fuck—! If I didn't want too much I wouldn't have asked for it, would I?" But he is starting to lose the post-orgasm sensitivity, more's the pity, so now all he has is being filled with catboy cock and jerked off at the same time, ye gods he hasn't felt this much pleasure in a while.

“Aw, look! You’re rock-hard again,” he coos, bucking faster in obvious excitement at this development. “Maybe you didn’t need that break after all. I could just keep on fucking you right through your cum and enjoy how tight and sensitive you are after all the fight is drained out of you.”

"That," he says, in between panting and grunting and gasping for air, "would have been so hot."

Qana’to leans down, slowing his thrusts and focusing on the dick. “Would have been?” he asks before kissing the man’s shoulder. “Will be. Let’s see if you’re even tighter after two rounds.” He kisses the shoulder again and then nips the man’s neck. “If you think you’ll survive it.”

"Fuck," he whines after the nip. He's not sure he can do a third round, actually, this is taking its toll on his body, but oh kami he can barely think right now. "I," he wets his lips, "I suppose we'll see."

“That’s the spirit,” he says as he bucks a little faster. His own dick is almost sore from having avoided release earlier, but he thrusts harder and sinks his teeth into Red Fir’s shoulder to ignore it. “Just tell me where to focus and I’ll have you limp and lifeless in no time.”

He yelps when he's bit and digs his nails into Qana'to's back again, arching is back and pressing his body against Qana'to's. "I-if you fuck me a-and jerk me off, ah, it's very. A lot. Much. Fuck."

Qana'to just giggles and props himself on his forearm to get a better angle for deep thrusts. "Sounds like someone's further along than I had dreamt," he taunts, though he has to adjust his speed to keep the Red Fir's moaning from sending him over the edge, too. Watching the collected and sardonic viera melt down over this is more delightful than he expected. Perhaps honesty is the best policy again. "Keep that up and I may not last long enough to enjoy your afterglow," he whispers between panting. He presses a thumb to the underside of Red's cockhead and rubs in back and forth for maximal friction. "It is taking all my discipline not to fill you here and now."

He wraps his legs around Qana'to's body to pull him in closer. "Do it, you won't," he taints, holding onto coherence just long enough to do so before melting again.

But his legs are locked in place.

Trapped, Qana'to leans forward and bites, hard, on Red's shoulder where it met his neck. Oh, no, you aren't getting me that easily. The legs locked in place, blessedly, slightly impede his ability to thrust, and he shifts upward to keep the sensitive underside of his shaft from being too euphorically stimulated for him to resist cumming. Red's cock, however, experiences no such mercy. Qana'to switches hands to let his left arm rest, and pumps as quickly as he can with his right. "Come on, bunny, I know you want it."

"Ah, of course I want it, I've," he clenches his hands, "been literally telling you."

But also, actually Qana'to does not have all the power here. What if he tries to push Qana'to around so that he's on top instead? In his experience this doesn't usually go smoothly when he tries it but it doesn't need to go smoothly, it just needs to go, and he knows how to power bottom.

(Also, he's already come once, so, you know, Qana'to is working at a disadvantage here. He can hold out.)

Through the haze of sensation, Qana'to feels Red Fir shift under him, no longer fully given over to passive enjoyment. Drat, no, no, I meant you wanted to cum again! Not— Qana'to whines deep in his chest and a shudder rips through him, as his grip on his own pleasure wavers. He sucks in a deep, labored breath. "Cum for me?" he says, voice pitching upward despite his attempts to sound collected. The pressure building in his balls made it hard to plan or think, or do anything other then rut. "It will feel so good when you do...." He shuddered and felt his cock pulse inside his lover. He couldn't resist anymore, so his only hope was pushing Red Fir off the cliff first. He bit the shoulder in front of him again, hard, and shifted his hand toward Red Fir's cockhead.

Oh yes okay he can in fact—well, he can't come literally on command like that but he can get himself into the right frame of mind so that focusing on the bite and on his cock and on Qana's cock and on his beautiful, adorable pleading and he's coming, coming, coming, he just came and it somehow feels stronger than before. Perhaps because he's still sensitive, or just because having someone ask like that pushes so many of his buttons, but whatever the case, he's lost again.

Just as he starts to lose control, Qana'to feels Red Fir's body tense and his pussy flex and the Miqo'te is seeing stars for a moment. "Yes! Yes!" he practically shouts, urgent and plaintive. "Please! Cum for me, Red Fir—just like that! Ah, good boy, good—" he loses the thought, though, as the pressure within Red's pussy and the relief of getting the man off causes him to relax—too much. "Fiwjah, it's too—oh, nooooo," he whines, bucking feverishly as his voice scoops into falsetto. His whole body sings as it unleashes, finally, joyously, perhaps slightly viciously. He shudders as the pent-up energy from their previous bout rips through him, and he latches onto Red's neck with his fangs and screams his ecstasy into the flesh.

After half a minute, he sighs and collapses atop his lover, utterly still but for the faint sound of purring.

Help?????????

The Warrior of Light is incredibly cute????????????????????

Red Fir is not sure that's, like. Allowed. Surely there must be some rule being broken here. Not that he's complaining, mind, he's having a geat time petting this adorable catboy and the purring is very endearing. But by the kami that was cute.

Also hot. Very, very hot. He, ah, still has cock inside him, it seems? He's not complaining about the cock inside him right this second but it's a thing.

The attentive reader might have noticed that his mind is kind of scattered.

Nine million years later, Qana'to's mind returns to his body. The sensation of breathing, first; then the fuzz in his head, the warmth of a body under him, the—

"By the moon, how are you so tight?" he murmurs, slurring slightly. "I know you came twice but—" he cuts off as his movements trigger sensation in his cock, still mostly hard from the pressure bearing down on it.

"I'm not taking the blame for that one," he replies primly. "You're the one who came so hard you passed out inside me. Which is flattering and all but it's entirely on you." That said, his limbs are starting to fall asleep so he does actually start gently trying to disentangle from the miqo'te.

"Blame?" he says, still not fully cogent. "That was a compliment." Eventually he notices that Red Fir is maneuvering him off, and he grumbles and hugs him tighter instead, kissing his neck twice before relenting and sliding to the side. "Goddess, I'm still hard from it," he sighs, shifting to hug the Viera from the side and bury his face back in the man's neck. "That vice grip of yours is too powerful for my poor cock. It is helpless."

He rolls his eyes fondly. "You're just saying that," he replies with a small grin. "Though I'm glad to have been up to your standards. You were also pretty adequate."

Prediction: that's going to rile him up.