It isn’t long before Rhaefi’a is drifting in a state of semi-consciousness as well, half-dreaming and half-hard against his lover. A gush of pre runs down his shaft and he flexes his hips to grind gently, spreading it on Mahao’li’s cock.

Veom’ra sighs out of his nose and leans forward, peering between their hips to watch their cocks pulse and ooze. Of the three he is the hardest now. Watching them enjoy this passive arousal—servicing them as they relaxed—it is beyond euphoric. He leans down a little further and runs his tongue lovingly over the two exposed shafts, gentle and doting, encouraging them to swell against each other and he milks their prostates. The taste of precum is enough to send him shivering with lust.

If the fingers inside him weren't enough to wake him from slumner, the tongue along his shaft certainly was, a loud moan escaping his lips as he is pulled fully from his slumber. He lifts his head from the pillow, perring across his body to determine who os pleasing them, before relaxing back down and pulling Rhaefia closer, grinding his hips against his lengths. "Good morning, you two. Is this how I can always expect to wake up this week?"

“If you’d like. We can arrange it.” It may have been accidental at first, but he does not miss a beat. “I too have made it known that I should be woken via sexual stimulation, when the others feel the urge. We can extend you the same courtesy.”

"I certainly would not complain" he replies, letting his eyes slip back closed as he enjoys Veomra'a's ministrations, pre coating Rhaefi'a's cock.

“We are supposed to be more direct when giving c—aaAAh! Okay, okay!” He squirms as Veom’ra digs his fingers against the prostate, causing him to buck aggressively against his guest.

Veom’ra grunts in satisfaction. “We don’t need to police our guests in this manner.”

Mahaoi'l chuckles at the exchange. "Early morning is not the time for being proper; it's the time for being sleepy and relaxed"

“To whit: You are more than welcome to drift back to sleep, if you wish to, lovers. I’ll work your holes as long as you want.” From the sound of his voice, it’s hard to tell if he wants that or something more active; certainly his twitching cock suggests he’s enjoying it all.

"I'm happy either way." He sighs out softly, shifting slightly to adjust his position to let Epmrad go wrd have better access. "I have no pressing plans for today, as I got my shopping done yesterday, and am content to lie here being doted on until you two determine you have more pressing duties that need attending to."

Rhaefi’a purrs and kisses Mahao’li on the nose, grinding more rhythmically now that Veom’ra has slightly relaxed his assault on the boy’s prostate. “As our guest, you are the highest priority, Mahao’li.” He giggles, his voice lax and round with sleepy relaxation. “And even if you weren’t, I’d still want to mount you today.”

Mahao’li chuckles and kisses Rhaefi’a in return, purring and slipping his tongue between his lips. “And here I thought you’d be eager to ride me again after how voracious tour appetite for my cock was yesterday.”

Rhaefi’a moans and flicks his tail. “Can’t a boy want both? I need my turn under your tail, too. I’ve heard such good things.” Don’t be jealous of Hrevna’a, don’t be jealous of Hrevna’a….

“Qana’s been bragging that much has he? I didn’t take him for the type.” He tails off a moment to give Rhaefi’a another deep kiss before continuing. “Or is this about your spat with Hrevna’a last night? Need to one up him?”

“The last thing I need is to indulge the stupid warrior egos with a competition over breeding. What are we, Seeker nunh?” He yowls and humps against Mahao’li again as Veom’ra presses in his prostate. “I just thought it looked like fun when Hrevna’a was mounting you and talking about how good you felt.”

”So it is about Hrevna’a” he chuckles, moaning softly as Veom’ra’s Fingers press against his own prostate. “Well,since you asked nicely, I will let you once Veom’ra is finished back there.”

Veom’ra chuckles and pulls his finger from Mahao’li’s hole. “Far be it from me to keep lovers apart for my own pleasure,” he murmurs as he helps Mahao’li roll onto his stomach, ass raised and tail off to the side. His own cock is dripping a steady stream of precum now, and he smiles at Rhaefi’a, who licks his lips absently while rising to his knees. “You want some?”

He resolutely shakes his head. “Mahao’li will want it,” he says. “I would rather he enjoy it while he’s letting me cover him.”

“How very sweet. As you wish…”

Mahao’li sighs as Veom’ra’s fingers leave him, positioning himself for Rhaefi’a to mount, tail flicking happily above his waiting hole. “You say that like we aren’t lovers, Veom’ra” he replies with a pout, 

“Mm, true. I am lucky to have you as a lover as well. To whit, if you’d prefer that I mounted you instead of feeding you, you need only ask, lover. I love serving.” Even as he says it, the evidence is lain before Mahao’li’s nose, in the form of an exuberantly leaking pale cock, just barely soft enough to flop against the mattress. “But I’d be lying if I said that the thought of fulfilling my promise to feed you again wasn’t exciting.”

Mahao’li takes a deep breath as Veom’ra’s cock passes in front of him, stretching forward to nuzzle against the man’s groin. “And miss out on the meal I was so eager to taste again?” He runs his tongue along his balls slowly, before shifting to catch the head between his lips. “We’ll let Rhaefi’a have his fun first;,you can mount me later if you so wish.”

“I’m going to go in, now, okay?” Rhaefi’a’s voice quavered with uncertainty as he crawled into his position. “Let me, uh, tell me if it’s too much, okay, lover?” His cocktip kisses the man’s hole but he doesn’t press further, suddenly petrified of ruining his first mounting. Fiwjah, what if Hrevna’a is better back here for him? I’ll just die.

Mahao’li releases the cock head he’d begun teasing to peer over his shoulder at his now timid lover. “Awww, much less gusto now that you’re back there. Are you nervous, rikelhor?” He smiles reassuringly at the keeper, offering encouragement. “You need not be, I can take you.”

“Tsk! Coh! I’m just trying to be considerate!” He lunges forward with vindictive annoyance, only to be immediately overwhelmed by the stimulation as Mahao’li welcomes him inside, thanks to the prep he’d gotten from Veom’ra. Rhaefi’a mews and shudders, pausing for a lightheaded moment before dutifully beginning to thrust. “I’m inside you…” he murmurs reverently, looking at Veom’ra with such starstruck wonderment that the abbot chuckles and pats his head.