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.”

Mahao'li makes a noise of content amusement at Rhaefia's words, before sliding off og Veom'ra's cock once more to turn to his blushing lover. Flicking his tail happily, he motions to Rhaefia'a to dismount, meeting him with a reassuring smile. "Let us change positions to one more suited for talking; It's not goof for ones neck to keep talking over their shoulder."

Once he feels Rhaefia slide out of him, he shifts, leaning up and pulling the keeper close for a gentle kiss, before adjusting to lay on his side, with a pillow behind him. He hooks a hand under his knee, bringing it to his face, flexing his legs wide to show both men how hard he still was. He nods to Rhaefi'a to remount, resting his leg on the other's shoulder once he was positioned. 

"Why do I feel like I'm about to get a lecture?" He does as he's commanded, though, sliding in after a moment and shuddering at the overwhelming sensation.

"Because your instincts have been finely honed, I suspect."

Mahao'li lets out a laugh at this at this, motioning Veom'ra into a position where he could still stroke his manhood, occupied as his lips now were with the discussion.

"Hopefully the practice means you will take these lessons to heart. Tell me, Rhaefi'a - When you mount Veom'ra, here, do you breed him the same way that you breed, say, Cehn'to?"

This feels like a trick question. “I mean, there’s not that much to it. If you’re mounting, you’re probably thrusting. But then, you do always kind of adjust to depending on the person. So: I guess generally the same but specifically unique? Is that—good?”

Veom’ra snorts in amusement as he lowers his head onto Mahao’li’s thigh to kiss and suck the tip of his throbbing cock. “Still so anxious to get it right,” he mumbles.

Mahao'li's chuckle turns into a soft moan as Veom'ra's lips rap around his head, and he pauses a moment to recompose himself. "He is, isn't he?" He smiles are Rhaefi'a again, tail flicking behind him. "Okay, lets flip it to you. Does Veom'ra mount you the same way Qana'to does? Or how I did in the bath yesterday?"

“I guess not, no. Everyone is a little different. Which is probably what you’re going to say about Hrevna’a and me. You can like how one of us does it without disliking the other.” He sighs laboriously.

Another moan as the two men work. "You don't seem particularly thrilled by this revelation, Rhaefi'a. Why is that?"

“Because it doesn’t feel like an answer. It feels like Veom’ra told you to say, ‘Go read Shadiyo 12:

I lie between two dozing men distinct

In every way except reciprocal 

Regard. The counterpoint is lyrical

As poetry, but as a breath succinct.’

instead of giving me a straight response.”

Mahao'li smiles at this, giggling. "Veom'ra would be distraught to learn I can't read, but l appreciate that I have a wonderful lover who can quote it to me." He smiles reassuringly at Rhaefi'a once more. "The straight answer is that yes, all lovers are different. You suck cock differntly from Veom'ra, who is different from Cehn'to, who is different from Uren'a Nehlah from Sweetpond. But I enjoyed all of you because of those differences. Likewise, I enjoyed Qana'to and Hrevna'a mounting me because of their differences, not because they were trying to be the same or one up each other. They used their skills and talents to make it special."

“Well, yeah, Qana’to and Hrevna’a are about as different in personality as possible, I can’t imagine that they would feel the same way.”

Mahao’li catches the implication in the wording, but instead decides to push his point. “And your personality is different from both of them. And therefore I don’t expect you to feel like them; I expect you to feel like you “