Mahao’li flicked his ears towards the sound of his mother tongue, both familiar and foreign in these far flung lands. He smiled as his gaze landed on the young miqo'te who had moved to join him, and raised a hand in greeting, better to hide the slight panic that had overcome him at the man's words.

Ah, shoot, right, I need to speak kiipahgo. Oh, by the twelve what the heck did he say?? 

After a moment of considering, he managed another smile as the man blessed him with the Eorzean translation. He let his hand drift to rub his shoulder beneath his leather armour as he replied, offering only the greeting in his tongue before switching to that which was more familiar. "Nae'te! A soak in the hot-springs sounds most welcome after weeks on the road, thank you." He gives the man another once over, taking in his clothes, before continuing. "You wouldn't happen to the the head priest - uhh, Ruun'te around here, would you? I have business with him."

"Coh, coh," the man said, shaking his head and clasping his hands modestly behind his back. "Nekhucte Raefi'a Jinjahl faeto." He licks his lips. "I do not know the right name for nekhucte in Eorzean. But my name is Raefi'a Jinjahl. Pleased to meet you." He gestures toward the door. "The ruunte is inside the shrine at the moment, but you can go to the hot-springs first and I can tell him to meet you." He smiles and swishes his tail, and starts to speak faster, running on memory of the script. "The one on the left is the warmer spring so we recommend you begin in the other basin to acclimate yourself. You can undress in the antechamber and store your things in the cubs." He probably means cubbies. "I can help you as you need."

Mahao'li nods and gives the nekhucte  another smile, dipping into a slight half bow as he does so. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Raefi'a. I am Mahao'li of the Moui. I will take your recommendation to heart, as well as your offer for assistance. Starting with this..." He straightens up, reaching behind him and removing the spear from his back, holding it out palm up towards the other Keeper. "While my memory on Bhenah etiquette is lacking, I do remember that weaponry is not permitted on shrine grounds, but did not see a rack for it by the entrance. While I would also appreciate some help with my armour, getting this stored would be my first request of you." He smiles in thanks as Raefi'a takes the lance from his grip, turning towards where the man had indicated the hot-springs to be, stretching as he does so. "Shall I wait for you, or will you join me there?" 

“Ah, taasal’zi Ruunte’li dolthi pi rediunho’on?” he asks as he takes the spear, then after a moment: “Do you want to speak in the hot spring to the ruunte? Or after?” Despite the distance of the inquiry, the switch in his tail betrays some enthusiasm for accompanying the new guest into the baths. Nonetheless, service first. If the man needs to speak with the ruunte, then he would see it happen… with only slight disappointment.

Mahao'li shakes his head slightly, humming softly at the enthusiasm present in the keeper's body language, even if his formality did not betray it. He let his own tail swish as he replied, Rhaefi'a's excitement contagious. "No, no, it is no rush. Unless he plans to leave never to return, it can wait the hour or so I'll be soaking. Besides..." He moved to sniff beneath his arm, face scrunching in response to the scent that met him " ...it wouldn't to to smell like morbol guts while begging a favour off of him. No, the Ruun'te can wait until I'm clean and presentable."

The nekhucte wrinkles his nose gently. "I will get you some oils, as well, so to neutralize the smell." He scampers off, nearly tripping over the spear in his hands as he catches the butt on the flagstone beneath his feet. His tunic bunches as he steadies himself, revealing, very briefly, a semi forming beneath the thick embroidered apron that was barely long enough to cover when the man was standing still. He glances backward with embarrassment—not for the flash, but for the indelicate treatment of the guest's personal property—and then rounds the corner of the building and disappears into it. The sun beats down on the now-empty courtyard area, and the smell of salt from the nearby ocean barely overtaken by the equally faint whiff of sulfur from the hotspring.

Mahao'li feels his own cock stir beneath his apron at the sight, letting his gaze linger a moment as Rhaefi'a straightens himself out. He waves him off with another smile, reassurance that he need not be embarrassed for the incident, before turning back towards the hot-springs. He moves towards them slowly, taking in the sights and sounds around him; So focused had he been on the journey there, he'd scarcely stopped a moment to enjoy the sea air. He allowed himself a moment to do so now, savouring the new scent as he took in the surroundings. Bar Rhaefi'a and himself, the bhenah appeared to be empty, or at least the courtyard did; a cackling fire in the corner the only indication that anyone else had been there recently. He allowed himself another moment to enjoy the solitude, before stepping into the vestibule to begin undressing, his cock still twitching as he does so.

It takes Rhaefi'a several minutes to return. The front courtyard's firepit is among the nekhucte's duties, and he stops in front of it on his way back out to poke at it quickly before hurrying to the vestibule. In the rear, the warmer bath has a few people in it, quietly enjoying the steam, but the cooler bath, which adjoins the vestibule, is empty. Rhaefi'a stops to greet the other guests cheerily as well before ducking into the changing area and—with shocking alacrity—shedding his hat, sandals, and jewelry. Only the tunic remains when he crinkles his nose again and grins sheepishly. "You are right about the morbol," he says, nodding to a small ampoule he had set down atop the storage cubbies. "That oil will soak up the scent better than water alone will. We can pour it on your arms before we go in." He cuts off speaking to tug the tunic off, leaving him totally naked alongside Mahao'li.

By the time Rhaefi'a has rejoined him, Mahao'li has removed most of his clothing, bar the leather harness, some buckles of which continue to give him trouble, stiff as they are from weeks of travel and dust. A proper oiling and cleaning was in order after the bath, that was for certain. He smiles sheepishly at the other miqo'te as he joins him and comments once more about the scent. "My apologies - proper bathing is a luxury not found often on the road, and morbol is a terrible scent to get rid of. The oil would be most appreciated." He gives the now naked man another smile, before letting his glaze trail down his body, admiring his nude form. His fingers stop working on his last buckle as he does so, letting himself enjoy the sight for a moment. Between his legs, he feels his cock twitch again, and he smiles slightly to himself before resuming tugging at the most stubborn buckle. 

Rhaefi'a's uncovered ears flick and he flashes a smile before gently grabbing the buckle and twisting to help release it. "It is the leather, I think. Not you," the man says with the gentle quaver of embarrassment. He had meant to banter playfully, but this new hunter was too sincere—or maybe his Eorzean common speech wasn't good enough. Well, at least the man's eyes were still traveling, so he couldn't be too offended. "I think faasindhte'ir'te gassel'ra bil nelhi poro." In his anxiousness to seem welcoming, he reverts to his mother tongue, chattering so quietly that he seems to be talking to himself as much as to his guest. "I mean, uh, leathers-oil. One of the guards has." He gently lays the leather aside, picks up the ampoule, and steps out to the warm bath. "Come, come, revarriaro poro!" He points to the waters and smiles broadly as he sets a foot within.

"Thank you, Rhaefi'a. And I'll make sure to track one down after the two of us are done here." Mahao'li grins at him and flicks his ears in appreciation at the assistance, and reassurance that he had not taken the comments offensively. He stretches a moment, savouring the freedom his nudity allowed him, before padding quietly behind the nekhucte into the warm embrace of the hot-spring. He lets a soft sigh as the water surrounds his feet and calves, closing his eyes. "Oh, that feels wonderful...." Reopening them, he turns to his companion, smiling playfully. "I think the Ruun'te may be waiting much more than an hour at this rate; and I've barely gotten in!" he jokes as he motions towards the ampoule. "Let alone gotten started with the oil." He moves closer to the other man, holding his arms aloft so he can begin applying the concoction. As he does, he pays close attention to the qualities of the oil, his inner alchemist insisting on deriving it's ingredients. 

I wonder if this is something I can make for myself.... Olive oil base, and lavender...sage, maybe? There's something else here, though, I can't quite place...

Rhaefi'a drizzles a small amount of the oil over Mahao'li's arms and then sets the ampoule on the ground beside them, just outside the water. He takes both hands and encircles the hunter's forearm, sliding them up and down and smearing the oil over the skin. His tail undulates slowly behind him as he concentrates, pulsing his thumbs to give a gentle massage. "You have a scar here," he exclaims quietly, running his thumb over the outside of one forearm. "Just a little one."

Working his way up to the man's chest, he purrs gently as his hands pass along the shoulders and down the pecs. "The oil catches the scent, so sit for a few minutes in the heat and let it work." He himself sits as well, demonstratively, his ears perked and eyes bright as he watches the hunter for a reactions.

Mahao'li closes his eyes, purring softly in reply as Rhaefi'a massages along his arms and shoulders, his gentle ministrations soothing the aches of his long trip, his own tail swaying in time with the other's. He chuckles at Rhae'fi's exclamation, opening one eye to regard his companion. "Yes - my first one, actually. Fell out of a tree when I was 7 or so, directly into a blackberry bush." He closes his eyes again, purring louder as Rhaefi'a moves to his chest and pecs, letting his tail swish more as he relaxed into the keeper's touch. "My elder sister was supposed to be keeping an eye on me; the look on her face when I came back home bloody and scratched up- you'd think she's seen a voidsent."

He chuckled quietly to himself, his purring subsiding as Rhaefi'a pulled away, and nodding at his instruction, settles himself further into the into the water beside the other keeper, until he was sitting fully, the water lapping just below his navel. "Ahhh, that feels wonderful." He flicks his ears, and turns to beam at the other man, "Thank you." 

"That is a cute story," Rhaefi'a said, scooting to be closer to Mahoa'li. "I got the one on my lip similarly. I was playing in the woods and found a hawk's nest. Mama bird flew into my face and scratched me here," he said, indicating the spot on left side of his mouth where a vertical gash rose from his upper lip. He grins. "Though sometimes I tell people I got it from a very bad kiss."

Mahao'li mirrors the nekhucte's movement, inching closer to gaze at the spot Rhaefi'a had indicated, their shoulders bumping together as he leaned in to admire the tiny mark. "A bad kiss, eh?" He chuckes and flashes a toothy grin at the other man, baring his incisors playfully. "I guess that's risk of kissing Keepers, isn't it?. These teeth aren't for show, after all. Usually, the reward is worth the risk of a tiny scar, though." 

Rhaefi'a giggles and flashes his own fanged smile. "Yaen qoul nelha?" In his starry eyes and playful grin, it would be hard to find a less appropriate example of the yaen qoul, what Keepers called that mesmeric attraction to dangerous things young people sometimes fall prey to. "I suppose a strong hunter should. How else do you get so strong?" He runs his hand down Mahao'li's arm, still covered in oil. "The ruunte has me learning some combat magic alongside my main studies, so maybe someday I'll hunt with you."

Mahao'li nods and giggles in reply. "Yaen qoul nelha!"

The waters of the spring had done wonders for his mood and body already, the perpetual traces of lightning aether that infused it both relaxing his muscles and invigorating his blood as they soaked; beneath the waterline, he felt himself stirring. He leaned into the other man's touch as he felt his fingers trail along his arm. “If you were to pose that question to Elder Jakkya, she’d tell you it was by eating everything that was put in front of you.” He winked playfully at his companion before continuing. “I’ve never had the chance to hunt with a mage before - I think it would be a very enjoyable learning experience.”

"Everything in front of me?" the nekhucte replied, looking down pointedly. Through the water, the outline of an erection was clearly visible—the waters were only the slightest bit turbid, as their aetherial properties tended to consume pollutants. "Well, I cannot turn down advice on how to hunt from a Bough Elder, surely." He twisted sideways and put a hand on the hunter's inner thigh. "I only really hunted with a bow, back before I came here. Perhaps you can tell me a little about how to do it in melee?"

Mahao'li blushed slightly as he followed the nekhucte's gaze. While he'd been aware of the growing pressure in his loins, he hadn't noticed how hard he'd gotten. He shivered slightly at Rhaefi's touch, despite the warmth of the water, and shifted his legs farther apart, letting the miqo'te have easier access. "I'd be happy to share what I know." He moved a hand to Rhaefi'a's shoulder, slowly trailing it down his arm and side as he replied. "First off, unlike archers or mages, we struggle at range. To be any good at melee, you have to be an expert at closing the distance to your target." As if to accentuate the point, Mahao'li hooked his hand around the keeper's back, tugging him closer.

He smirks confidently and slides deeper into the water, spinning around to face his mock prey. Both hands slide to the base of the hunter’s cock, and he looks up with a playful chuckle once he has him well and truly in hand. “Like this, right?”

Mahao'li purrs in reply, another shiver running along his body as the nekhucte's hands wrap around the base of him. He smirks at the mock hunter, nodding his approval. "Just like that - you're a quick learner, Rhaefi'a." He reaches a hand out to cup the man's chin, running a thumb along the tiny scar at this lip. "Once you're in range, you want to make quick and decisive actions - the longer you stay close the higher the chance your prey will catch wind and flee.....or attack you himself~" With a taunting smirk, he pulls the keeper in for a kiss, playfully nipping at his lips before resealing him.

Rhaefi'a makes a startled noise as Mahao'li pulls him into a kiss, high-pitched and excited. He looks slightly dazed when the two come apart, but under the water his hands are already set to work. "Rizul'ya xoi" he mumbles to himself: you are good at kisses. He tips his head upward to indicate that Mahao'li should scoot back a bit, further out of the water. "I cannot let my successful pounce be wasted," he says by way of explanation. He shrugs without letting go of his prize under the water and strokes faster. "I must use my advantage."

Mahao’li nods, his breath catching slightly as Rhaefi’a begins to stroke him. “It’s a good advantage… a perfect opening to pounce” he mutters as he scoots backwards, lifting himself out of the water to sit on the edge of the bath. He shivers as the cool air hits his cock, sending it twitching in Rhaefi’as grasp. 

The tip of Rhaefi'a's tail flicks back and forth just above the waterline as he settles on his side. One hand leaves the hunter's cock and disappears between his legs as he leans down, mouth open, and takes the whole head into his mouth immediately. He closes his eyes and bobs merrily for several seconds before glancing up just long enough to see Mahao'li's reaction. From the pace at which he is blowing, he'd been looking forward to this.

Mahao'i moaned softly as he felt Rhaefi's lips wrap around his tip, and it was all he could do to stop himself from thrusting into him. Instead, he let his hand drift to the keeper's head, tangling in his hair as the man eagerly took his length, eliciting more moans from Mahao'li. He leaned back on his free elbow, letting his eyes slide closed as he bathed in the sensations coming from his cock. "Ahhh....fuck..."

Rhaefi’a is totally adrift in his own world, eyes closed as he enjoys feasting on his new lover. Between his legs and in the pit of his stomach, the familiar throb of yearning crackles to life. He purrs and his tail switches faster, back and forth. He grabs his balls and pulls down gently, making his own cock bob beneath the water. Devotion to the goddess aside, this was the foremost draw of his work here. Any shrine would praise the goddess; only a bholbhenah would do it through the delights of the body. He dipped lower, until his nose touched Mahao’li’s stomach, and purred again.

Maho'li shivered as he felt Rhaefi'a's purring resonate along his cock, purring in kind as he guided him along his shaft. He had missed this; the intimate meeting of two keepers becoming lovers. As secluded as his life had been, lovers had been few and far between, and he was insistent on enjoying this new one while he could. He maneuvered his own tail to rest beside the other keepers, flicking it gently in time with Rhaefi'a's movements. Purring louder, he began to roll his hips slightly, letting himself enjoy the warmth and wetness of his lover's mouth.

Rhaefi'a pulls off for a moment to breathe. "He's thrashing now," he says playfully. "I must have almost won." With his spare hand, he pumps with rapid, sure gestures to give himself a moment to breathe a bit more. "Think I can clinch the kill?" he asks as he leans back down and opens his mouth. "Let us see."

Mahao'li opens his eyes and gazes down at the miqo'te working away at his cock, rolling his hips faster to thrust into Rhaefi'a's hand, voice heavy with lust as he responded. "You're....proving to be an excellent hunter...I have no doubt you can land your killing blow." He shudders as the keeper returns his lips and tongue to his head, pre leaking into the waiting hole as Rhaefi'a licked and teased him.

"No holding out on me, now," the nekhucte says between gulps. His hand pumps as fast as he can as he sucks on the head. His own cock is leaking profusely into the cool bath; a good thing, by the reckoning of the bholbhenah. He gasps and nearly chokes as the pleasure sings from his shaft up into his abdomen, but scrunches his face in concentration and swallows more of Mahao'li's dick. This was the best part of living here.

"I wasn't....planning to..." Mahao'li manages to gasp out, breath heavy as he neared his climax. He tightened his grip on the nekhucte's hair as he picked up the pace of his thrusting, body shuddering in bliss with each movement. He felt the pressure building in his abdomen as Rhaefi'a eagerly took his length, and with a gasp, he felt himself release. "Ahh.... Gossi, kelhorte!~" Mahao'li moaned, sliding his cock balls deep into the eager keepers mouth, holding him in place as he emptied his warm load into his new lover. 

Rhaefi'a closes his eyes and relaxes, keeping his throat open and enjoying the splash of salty success in his mouth. When the hunter finally finishes releasing his load and releases him in turn, he pops up to a seated position immediately and grins. "Bholbhenah'zi Nae'te for real, now," he says. "You just about drowned me in that cum. You must have been pent up over the last few days." He scoots to sit next to Mahao'li. Between his legs, his own cock still bounces at attention, but he seems perfectly delighted and content. "Or were you just saving up to offer me a surprise when you arrived?"

Still breathing heavily after his release, Mahao'li chuckles lowly and leans his shoulder against his companion's. "Congratulations on the hunt~ You're a natural." He smiles and leans in to steal another kiss, letting his hand drift to the nekhucte's cock, stroking it gently as he pulls away. He lets his tongue dance across his lips, smiling at his own taste, before replying. "Who says it can't be both? Not much privacy for release on the road, and I knew there would be cute keepers to welcome me when I arrived.~" He smiles again and shifts his gaze down to Rhaefi's cock. "Would be a shame to let this go to waste - Do you need assistance, rikelhor?" He asks, playfully winking at his new lover.

He pulls his head backward slightly shyly. "Oh, you don't have to. I'm happy to have helped." All his confidence seems to have evaporated the moment his own arousal was mentioned, and he splutters in confusion. "You are tired, surely! You should relax. I can take care of it later." His cock bobs and quivers between his thighs, though, and his breath is shallow with arousal. "I really ought to get the pan for a minute or two before I let it release, anyway..."

Mahao’li shakes his head, smirking at his lover’s sudden shyness. “I don’t have to, no - but neither did you. Like I said, it would be a waste to not use it, and you deserve proper thanks and congratulations for a successful hunt.” He accents his point with another stroke of the man length, letting his thumb rub circles beneath his tip. “Besides, it sounds like you’re rather enjoying this. Not sure why you need a pan, but feel free to go fetch it; I can relax while I wait.”

Rhaefi'a shudders violently at the touch and takes a deep breath to try to focus through the pleasure. "Ah, well, you want to make oah for your bead, don't you?" He looked at the blank expression on Mahao'li's face and continued after a moment. "Pre is an alchemical reagent that we use. The aetheric properties are easy to manipulate. It's one of the things you could," he gives a polite cough, "help us procure, if you wanted. Since bodies only make so much of it without help, usually." He grins with a slightly weary look. "I actually would love if you returned the favor, but if you need oah your last bead for that," he points to the bracelet on Mahao'li's wrist, "maybe you would rather get it by helping me produce it now?"

Mahao’li mouth forms into a little “o” of understanding as he pieces together Rhaefi’a’s suggestion. Smiling, he leans in to steal another kiss, stroking the keeper a few more times before withdrawing his hand from the other’s arousal. “Ahh, I think that is an excellent suggestion. As tempting as getting you off now is, if the Ruunte is going to require I collect oah, well, having done so before meeting him will can only help with my request. Will also give me a bit more time to recover.” He chuckles and glances down, his own cock once more semi-hard now that he has had some time to recover. “Tell me what I must do.”

Rhaefi'a nods and stands up quickly. "I'll be right back," he says hurriedly, scampering away and leaving the hunter in the bath by himself for a moment. The three people in the warmer bath's voices drift over to him, undiscernible but calm and unworried. Apparently this happens enough in these baths to be unworthy of comment. One of them is a western accent, much like Mahao'li's hometown. Anyone could hear the distinctive cadence and the way they hiss their H's more than the other two, even when the words themselves are largely garbled. "Piina... ammah... horai... zenhah." The words bubble up with the steam and then float away into the night.

The door closes audibly from around the corner, and Rhaefi'a appears, though he is hailed by the other bath and pauses for a moment to respond in light, playful tones. "haha, gossi! Qogou guroh iwai." His voice carries more loudly, or perhaps just being used to listening for it makes it easier to understand. "Yes! It was very tasty." He pads back toward the colder bath where Mahao'li is sitting with a laugh.

Mahao'li's ears perk up as the sounds of the other bathers reach him, and he debated for a moment moving to go join them; the West Shroud accent was unmistakable, and thoughts of home flooded his mind as he listened. It had been many years since he had last seen his kin, and though the likelihood of that voice belonging to a neighbor was slim, it was possible he may have news of his kin. He half rose from his seat, before shaking his head and settling back down, sliding back into the water while he waited on Rhaefia. There would be time enough to confront those memories when his bath was over. For now, rest was the more important need.

He opens his eyes and grins at Rhaefi'a, chuckling as the nekhucte returns to him. "Bragging about your hunt, rikelhor?"

Rhaefi'a's feigns a confident sneer, though the way he shuffles his feet betrays the slightest embarrassment. "Hunters are always boasting about their kills. I should do the same," he says defiantly as he sets the pan down on the side of the bath and sits awkwardly next to it. "So, well, um. I have to have my tip over the plate to catch it, so either I can lay beside it to jack off like this—" he lays on his side to demonstrate, "or I straddle it on my hands and knees if someone's," he clears his throat suddenly, "mounting me." He blinked back a blush and shook his head. The hunter was handsome, sure, but why did it shake him so whenever the man looked at him? Something in the kind, attentive eyes just left his insides water. Granted, this was also the first time he'd handled a new visitor totally on his own. Maybe that was some of it. Most of them talked the ruunte first, or else the senior nekhucte, and he only worked with the ones who were already familiar with the place and its traditions. Explaining everything like this, out loud, explicitly, made his stomach clench, excited and nervous. "So, uh, if you're offering to help, I guess I'll shift around based on what you want?"

Mahao'li beamed at Rhaefi'a, nodding in agreement at his claim about hunters. "True, and it was a very successful hunt; you should be boasting." He watches attentively as the nekhucte demonstrates the ways that he could gather his oah, eyes tracing his form in admiration as he does. Despite having just cum, he could already feel his cock hardening between his thighs once more at the keeper's shy and unsure, but eager demeanor. Something about him was tantalizing; Mahao'li couldn't be certain if it was merely that this was his first lover in nearly a year, or something more. Regardless of the cause, though, Mahao'li couldn't shake the desire to satisfy him. "What I want? Did I not say I was going to reward you for a hunt well done? Surely it should be your choice on how I milk you."

He didn't reply to that statement immediately, instead just staring, frozen except for a twitch in his tail. After a very long moment, he finally cracked a tiny smile that crept reluctantly into his eyes. "There's a small phial up in the changing area," he said slowly. He had himself propped up on one forearm, and the other crept to his shaft to gently tug on it. "If you would wet your hands with the nuru oil in it and then sit by my legs, you could use one hand on my shaft and balls and the other on my hole." His tail relaxed, like the suggestion had drained all the nerves from him. "Jaa'zi reiqoh'wan poro" he says with an audible sigh of yearning. That would be wonderful.

“Jaa'zi reiqoh'wan poro” Mahao’li echoed as he stood, running a hand along the keeper’s side and rear as he did so, giving the latter a firm and playful squeeze. “Was that so hard?” He flicked his tail playfully, cock twitching at the evident yearning in Rhaefi’a’s voice. Without waiting for an answer, he padded over to the changing rooms, tail swishing happily behind him as he went to go find the oil.

"Coh..." the man moaned with a heaving sigh that bubbled turbulently from his chest. He laid his head down on his arm and closed his eyes as Mahao'li went into the antechamber, one leg still pulled upward to expose his taint in preparation for the hunter's return. A gentle, playful taunt wafted through the steam from the other bath, but Rhaefi'a ignored it as he waited, focused on the turbulent pulse of excitement buried in his abdomen.

Mahao'li returned a short moment later, cock bouncing with each step as he returned to his new lover, tail swishing behind him. In one hand, he carried the vial of oil Rhaefi'a had sent him for; in the other, a dark shape mostly obscured by his hand. He went and sat behind the keeper's spread legs, and setting the items down with the distinct clack of wood on stone. "Still in position~ I hope you weren't waiting long." He teasingly ran a finger down the man's crack before applying the oil, coating the both his fingers and the keepr's hole with a generous layer of it before moving his digits into position. "Are you ready?" 

“Arissooooo,” the plaintive nekhucte whines, the sort of forceful “please” that is more petulant demand than gracious request. “Ziaro!” Having been instructed to voice his desires, they now stampeded out of him without care. Give, give, give. He squeezed his eyes shut and wiggled his hips so violently it might have been mistaken for a shiver.

"My my, much less shy now that you're beside your tail~" He teases. He'd forgotten the keepa'go words, but remembered the meaning well enough. He leans over the nekhucte, catching his lips in a deep kiss as he slides a pair of fingers into Rhaefi'a's waiting entrance. his free and trails down Rhaefi'a's chest, stopping to tease a nipple a moment before continuing down to wrap around his length. He strokes him gently as he works his fingers in and out of the keeper, moving both hands in time.  "Better?"

"Gossi," he avers as an actual shudder ripples through him. He covers his face reflexively as he starts to buck back and forth into both hands with an incoherent murmur of pleasure. Before he totally dissolves, he summons one last coherent sentence: "keep the lube away from my tip so the bholj'a oah isn't mixed with it." His bright red cheeks peek through his hands as he yowls happily, a steady drip of pre forming on his tip.

"Awww, and he's back to being shy~" Mahao'li chuckles, placing another kiss on the keeper's cheek. He nods at Rhaefi'a's request, sliding his hand farther down the shaft. He wraps his thumb and forefinger around the base, letting his remaining fingers curl beneath the nekhucte's balls, massaging them as he watches the pre bead and drip from his lover's tip. "Don't worry, I won't let it mix."

"I'm not being shy," he protested through his fingers. "It just is a very strong sensa-a-tion!" He rocked his hips back further, as though enthusiasm would disprove the hunter's assertion. "A little deeper, it's almost right on the spot—oh, men'a bhabal," he moaned, before looking around to make sure the ruunte was not nearby. He was known to dislike that particular exclamation, though he never said anything about it to guests who used it. As one of the shrine's caretakers though, he was supposed to hold a higher st—ahhhh, fuck, that's the spot. "Yes, there, there!" he exclaimed. "Just that!"

Mahao’li shivers at the whine that movement had elicited from his partner, his cock twitching again with arousal at the pleasure emanating from Rhaefi’a. He curls his fingers more, pressing into the spot that had been indicated, moving his hand faster. Beneath him, he feels a bead of his own pre drip onto Rhaefi’a’s thigh where it was pinned beneath him, and he slowly starts grinding against it. “Reiqoh~” He murmurs as he works.

The feeling of the hunter grinding on him comes as such a shock that he pulls his hands from his face and looks up at Mahao'li, eyes heavy-lidded and breath shallow. His ears twitch forward as a renewed swell of arousal blooms across his belly. He's enjoying this, too!

Well, of course he is. A sterner, more collected voice in his head replied. That's the point, is it not?

The meeker attitude was stronger, though. He searched the hunter's eyes and begged confirmation, too hopeful to take the first assertion at face value. "Xoansa reiqoh'on?" he chirped nervously, a heavy quaver interfering with his words. "You are... enjoying?"

Mahao'li beams at the keeper, a sweet smile of reassurance. He uses the moment of vulnerability and exposure to lean down and steal another kiss from the nekhucte's lips, tongue sliding between them to confirm his enjoyment. After a moment, he pulls away, just far enough to meet Rhaefia's gaze, continuing to grind against his thigh. "Why wouldn't I? It's been a while since I got to enjoy the company of such a cute lover." 

He gives Rhaefi'a one more quick kiss before leaning back up and reaching over to where he had set the nuru oil. "And while the sounds you're making tell me you're enjoying this, some extra stimulation never hurts - especially since this is your reward." He winks, holding up the wooden plug he had brought along with him from the change room.

Rhaefi's eyes widen, but another squirt of pre from his tip makes clear how he feels about this revelation. "I don't recognize that one," he says. "It is yours?" His tail flicks against the ground almost impatiently as he stares, transfixed.

Mahao'li smiles and nods, holding it closer for the nekhucte to inspect. The shape is reminiscent of a wishbone, or an Eorzean y - the part to be inserted rests an ilm or so above the base of the outer potion, leaving enough flare to keep it safe. The inner arm is thicker, curving inwards, while at the other end of the outer arm, a bulge was crafted. .

"Yes, it's mine. I figured it would free my hands up to better tend to you. If it fits you well, it sould be an excellent replacement for where my fingers are pressing." He gives the spot one last jab before removing his fingers from Rhaefi'a's entrance. 

The nekhucte giggles at that and helpfully grabs his ass to make access easier. "A gift, then. I'll be sure to thank you with as much oah as I can produce." Somehow, knowing the hunter had such a toy made eagerness to take such a toy much easier to express. "Did you make it yourself? The shape is a bit unusual. We should show the pravnjate—the, oh, what is the word." He shrugs helplessly. "The other type of person here. Not a nekhucte. Anyway, they'll be especially interested in it—once I'm done, anyway." He grins mischievously and wiggles.

Mahao'li grins conspiratorially and covers the end with more of the nuru oil. He spends some time teasingly rubbing the head up along the nechukte's entrance and crack while he answers. "In part - I had assistance from a Tayuun aoqh I encountered a few years ago. He did the wood carving, and I made the sealant. And some lube to go with it, but that has long since be used up." 

He scowls and reaches a hand back, grabbing Mahao'li's and pressing harder until the toy pops in. He shudders happily. "I'm already warmed up; don't tease," he complains with a smirk. "Or did you think I couldn't handle it?"

Mahao'li smirks and pushes the toy the rest of the way in, pressing it into Rhaefi'a's prostate. "Oh, I had no doubts you could take it- Maybe I just enjoy teasing you, though~" 

He shudders and blinks slowly as the toy connects. He had sort of hoped taking the toy quickly would impress the hunter—it took lots of practice—but the teasing tone and the powerful sensations made it hard to tell if it had worked. He volunteered tentatively, “it used to take a lot longer to get anything in there. Relaxing and all was difficult. But now I can manage it in a few seconds.”

Mahao’li beams at the keeper, wiggling the toy a bit to ensure it’s properly in place. “You took it wonderfully. I’m impressed - your practice has really paid off. I’ll keep that in mind.~” He smirks and grinds his cock against Rhaefi’a’s thigh once more to accentuate his point; next time, he’d be taking more than a toy. “How does it feel?”

He moans plaintively and looks down at the cock grinding on his thigh. “Not as good as that will…” he says with a confident grin that gives way to a malm-wide tremolo. “Fiwjah indhoriu! That’s se-e-ensitive…” he says, lifting his leg a little higher and panting slightly. “Do that again.”

“Awww, did I find the hunter’s weakness?” Mahao’li purrs as he repeats the motion several times in quick succession, grinding against Rhaefi’a with each movement. He watches in delight as each thrust of him and the toy milked a fresh bead of pre from the nekhucte beneath him. “As for this one, you can have it whenever you want it.”

He smiles lazily and his balls flex. “I’d take it now if I weren’t a few seconds from cumming already. Unless you don’t mind if it’s only for a moment that you’re inside…” He nods toward the hand on his cock. “Move the dish so I don’t cum into it, would you? *Oah* is used separately from seed.”

Mahao'li shakes his head, leaning in to kiss the miqo'te as he moves the pan away. "I don't think I've had enough time to recover after how thoroughly you drained me to give you a proper breeding. You'll just have to make do with the grinding until I can give you a proper load~" He kisses Rhaefi'a deeply for a few more minutes, slowly stroking him as he continues to grind against his lover's thigh, relishing the sounds the keeper is making. When he's satisfied that Rhaefi'a is about to burst, he pulls himself away, kissing down the nekhucte's body to take his cock between his lips, purring at the taste of his pre clinging to the tip.

Rhaefi'a had closed his eyes, and his brows knit as Mahao'li pulls away. "Wait," he says softly, "I was enjoying you doing tha-ah-AH!" He howls at the sensation of lips around his cock and thrashes as he cums suddenly and violently.

"Fiwjah indhoriu," he moans weakly as the final shots drains into Mahao'li's mouth, panting desperately. "Well," he says after a moment, "maybe more like bholj indhoriu, but still." He heaves a sigh. "That was—I think I almost passed out!" His delirious smile under wide, adoring eyes quivers as the sensations still wash through him. "You really caught me by surprise."

Mahao'li purrs as he feels Rhaefi'a blow his load, eagerly wrapping his tongue around his head to lap up every drop of he load that he can. He continues to grind against Rhaefi'a, coating his thigh in a fine gloss of pre. He stays suckling him until he's certain that he'd been drained, before pulling off his cock with a pop. "Guroh~!" he exclaims before returning to kiss him.  

"Well, this was a reward after all, and would be a shame to waste the cute nekhucte's load after the wonderful greeting he gave me.~" 

Rhaefi'a doesn't respond other than kissing the hunter back and swishing his languid tail. He stares up at the hunter as his breathing slowly returns to normal. "Welcome to the shrine," he giggles weakly, nearly a minute after Mahao'li's comment.

After another while, he stretches, gets up, and looks over at the collection dish. "I will tell the ruunte that you definitely earned your shrine-visit bead," he says. "That was a lot you managed to get out of me. Looks like it was good quality, too." He picks the dish up carefully. "I should run this inside and get a bottle and see if I can find the ruunte," he says, before a voice cuts in from the hot bath.

"I'm over here," the bespectacled man sitting on the edge of the hot bath says. "I won't object to you telling me what you thought of his efforts, but I did get a pretty good sense of them myself." He laughs gently as Rhaefi'a stammers in surprise, then looks at the new guest. "I am the shrine's ruunte, Qana'to of the Amariyo. Nae'te, xoansa satihr," he says with a nod. "Welcome. Feel free to soak for a while if you aren't inclined to chat just yet, but I'm eager to meet you once you have recovered."

Mahao'li smiles, dipping his torso into a half-bow as he sits up. "Nae'te, Ruunte Qana'to. I am Mahao'li of the Moui. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He scoots back across the flagstones to slide back into the soothing waters of the hotspring, closing his eyes and sighing happily. "Some more time to soak is always welcome, but company is never a bad thing either - come join me when you're free." He sinks lower into the water until it's to his neck, leaning back against the edge of the bath and closing his eyes. Further down, the tip of his cock still pokes from the water, still hard from the recent encounter.

Qana'to lets him sit for a while and finishes his conversation before slowly rising and ambling over to the cooler bath. "Rhaefi'a told me you were looking for me earlier, though I thought it best to wait for business until you'd had a chance to relax," he says as he approaches, He stands in an unbothered contrapposto despite being half-hard, courtesy of the aetherically fortified bath he was soaking in. "Might I sit while I chat with you about what brings you here?"

Mahao'li cracks open his eyes, staring up at the miqo'te towering above him, the angle immediately drawing his eye to the Ruunte's length. "Aenoh gworjaa horai" he mutters, in that fake whisper of innocence,  before smiling up ant the keeper and gesturing to the water beside him. "I would be honoured if you would." He grins wider as Qana'to settles into the water before continuing. "I also appreciate the chance to relax - such a warm welcome as Rhaefi'a gave would have been sorely missed had I rushed right into business. He is a good ambassador for your bhenah, Ruunte Qana'to."

The ruunte chuckles and looks away as he sits, the standard polite reaction to a compliment. "I am glad you are enjoying the waters," he says with a slight hiss as the cooler water hits his thighs, "as well as the nekhucte, and the views. Though really, I should be thanking you. It sounds like you gave Rhaefi'a quite the ride, and I suspect the shrine got a healthy amount of bholj'a oah out of him as a result." He flicks his ears happily as he looks off where Rhaefi'a had disappeared. "You've certainly earned a your bead. An oah for oah is certainly a fair trade," he said, punning the meanings of bead and drop of precum.

"You can collect it once you head inside, though—and forgive me for the presumption—I do hope you might be convinced to stay a day or two before you head out with it. You certainly seem a natural match for the shrine."

Mahao’li blushes at the compliment, shaking his head slightly, pink tinting his cheeks as he looks away. “Like I told him, it was the least he deserved for giving me such a warm welcome. No thanks required on your part.” 

He turns back to Qana’to at the second comment, tilting his head as he debated how to respond. “While I thank you for the compliment, I don’t feel like I’m quite made for serving in a bhenah” . He doesn’t elaborate, instead latching onto the rest of the sentence. “That is actually why I had wanted to speak with you directly. While I know that it’s…..unorthodox, I would still ask if an exception can be made….”

Mahao’li holds up his wrist to the Ruunte. Upon it, previously unnoticed by Rhaefi’a, dangled a pair of orbit bands, each missing a bead of amber, and one looking far more charred and worse for wear than the other.

"Goodness, what happened there? Did you lose one in a fight?"

Mahao’li flinches at how accurate Qana’to’s comment is, albeit not in the way the ruunte had intended. He shakes his head slowly before replying.

”No - this actually belongs to my companion, Rhela’a of the Nbolo. He is….unable to complete his orbit, and I was hoping I may complete it in his stead.”

"Ah. I see. I grieve to hear that," he replies quietly. "It is very kind of you to want to finish it for him." He nods to himself. "Normally, I'd insist on only a single bead per visit, obviously, but under the circumstances... I could simply give you a second one, I think. It seems to me that safekeeping his memory is a service of its own, even if that's more the domain of the full moon than the waxing one." He knits his eyebrows and watches Mahao'li's face.

Mahao'li smiles slightly and shakes his head. "I thank you for the offer - It is very kind of you. But I will have to turn it down."  He shifts his gaze skywards, eyes tracing a gull as it soars overhead. "It would feel wrong, to take it without having earned it first. He dedicated his life to the service of others; to claim that which is earned through service by pity in his name would dishonour him." He turns to the Ruunte  once more. "So, if you will make the exception, I will gladly do what is necessary to earn his bead."

"That's very sweet," he replies after with a soft smile. "I would be happy to accommodate your request." He leans back and gestures with a hand. "You can earn the other one the same way as you earned the first: help us procure candles, or supplies, or, of course, more bholj'a oah," he says with a nod. "That latter, though, you'll have to wait on, I suspect. Rhaefi'a's body will need time to produce more, as I daresay would yours, if you wanted to make your own. You are welcome to stay until then. Certainly we're glad to have anyone who can make our junior nekhucte purr like that." He smirks and nods in approval. "I trust you enjoyed yourself, as well? I was only outdoors for the last bit."

Mahao'li nods at the keeper, smiling at him. "Understandable - I can provide whatever service is most needed, and will gladly linger until you deem it complete. He smiles coyly at the other man, glancing down towards the water. He had softened a bit since Rhaefi'a had wandered away, but could tell he was still semi-hard beneath the waves. He shifts his his gaze back to the Ruunte, smirking at him. "I didn't realize what Id done was that special. I did certainly enjoy it - as you seemed to have as well. Like I said, he is an excellent ambassador."

The ruunte laughs playfully. "I always enjoy when my companions have a good time. In the abstract and also—" he gestures toward the water covering his waist, "in concrete ways as well." He lowers his voice. "I had duties to see to earlier today that I had to spend my seed for. That you got me hard just from playing with my nekhucte after that is a high appraisal of your talents."

Mahao'li blushes and turns away slightly. "You flatter me, Ruunte Qana'to. I am glad to hear though, that you found it that enjoyable. Although not knowing much about your duties, I also don't know how drained you should have been." He smiles and shrugs at the keeper, leaving him to decide how much he wished to share.

Qana'to shakes his head. "I had to officiate a warrior's return rite earlier today," he explained, "and then a fertility rite shortly after, when a visitor who had been with us for a few days had made a choice of sire." He pauses for a moment. "I say, 'had to,' though of course it's at least as much pleasure as duty. Nonetheless, two emissions back-to-back usually means I'm a little slower to react for the next few hours. I was recovering from the latter when Rhaefi'a found me and told me there was a new guest awaiting me. Needless to say, he jumped at the opportunity to entertain you while you waited for me to drag myself out of the bed."

He sighs gently, as though just recounting the duties of the day is somewhat pleasant to him.

Mahao'li nods and smiles as Qana'to recounts the day's activities, noting how at ease and enjoyable the act seemed to him. "Finding pleasure in your work is a reward in and of itself - and it sounds like most pleasant work indeed. I'm flattered that you roused yourself from your rest to come see me - in both meanings of the phrase." He winks at the keeper playfully, tilting his head ever so slightly towards the water.

"You did most of that rousing yourself," he replies. "And who wouldn't respond similarly?" When he sees Mahao'li angling his head towards his assets, the smile shifts from friendly to admiring. "You yourself don't seem to have too much trouble getting back in the zenhah circle after a bout, either," he notes, referencing traditional Keeper wrestling. "Or is it my turn to be flattered?"

“Who wouldn’t respond similarly?” He echoes, winking playfully at the Ruunte. “With how much pleasure Rhaefi’a was getting from the experience, it would be hard not to be infected by it. Doubly so when such a fine-tailed keeper wanders over to keep me company after the fact."

Qana'to stands up in order to shift closer to Mahao'li, an unnecessary amount of movement but for the fact that it raised his hips out of the water. "If we're going to play like this," he says, "I may as well be a bit closer while we converse. I fully intended to learn a bit more about you conversationally before I got to know you elsewise, but I think we can hunt both those deer at once." He sat with one leg crossing Mahao'li's calf and slid his hand around the man's back. "Now, before you distract me too much, I simply must hear about your story. What brought you here and the like. You flirt like you've lived on a bholbhenah's premises for years but you haven't even gotten your first bead."

Mahao’li blushes slightly, turning away from the other man. “Now you really flatter me - surely this is just normal keeper behaviour?” He leans into the touch, letting his tail brush against Qana’to’s forearm. “What would you like to know?”

"'Normal' describes the attempt, for sure, but not the skill of execution," he replies, leaning into his caress and thrilling slightly at the feeling of the tail against his arm. "I would like to hear where your wanderings have taken you, what you've learned and seen and" he taps Mahao'li's hip meaningfully, "experienced for yourself. I'd like to know what brought you to this shrine in particular, too, in case there's anything we can do to serve while you're here."

Mahao'li shivers slightly at the tap on his hips, instinctively shifting away from it, closer to Qana'to, as he had many times before when another's hand had dome the same motion. He leans against the Ruunte, humming contently for a moment, before the reality of the situation catches up to him. He blushes more as he detaches himself from Qana'to, shuffling back. "My apologies -  your movements reminded me of another's, and I lost myself in the memory for a moment."

He shakes his head to clear his thoughts, before giving the other keeper a slight smile. "I have not wandered far - unlike the famed Warrior of Light, I have kept to the Shroud." He winks playfully at Qana'to before continuing. "This is indeed the farthest West I have ever been - Bar Limsa-Lominsa proper, of course."

Qana’to winces. “I do hear that he is well traveled,” he says quietly, “though perhaps after all that he misses home, such as it is.” 
“Anyway,” he continues with apparent eagerness to change the topic, “you hardly need apologize for leaning on my shoulder when I have an arm around you. If you are moved to reminisce, feel free to share—but otherwise I can let you enjoy your bath in peace.”

Mahao'li sighs and nods, slowly leaning back against the other keeper. "I would not blame him for missing home - I know the feeling well...." He trails off, reminiscing for a minute, before continuing. "The list of what I've heard and seen, and where I've wandered is a long one, so I will start with your second question. I chose your bholbhenah, Ruunte Qana'to, because it I intend to leave Eorzea once I am finished here." He shoots a slight smile to the other man, glancing up at him. "It seemed appropriate, given that I will leave from Limsa Lominsa, to make your shrine the last in my orbit."

"Oh, yes? Well, Limsa Lominsa is a good place to make camp if you want to get just about anywhere other than the continent. Where are you thinking to go—or do you know?"

"I am headed to Sharlayan, at least at first. Beyond that, I don't know." He casts his gaze skywards, the azure sky above tinting into indigo as they rested in the baths. "While Rhaefi'a insisted on calling me a hunter, I am actually an alchemist by trade. On the advice of Brother E-Sumi-Yan of Gridania, I intend to present my research to the Studium." He looks back at Qana'to, grinning. "If you know where one might find appropriate clothes for wear in Sharlayan, that would be an excellent way your shrine could provide assitance. I'm told they're even more stuffy than Gridanians."

"How intriguing! We have to dabble in alchemical processes here as well, so I know something of it," Qana'to said, trying to constrain his reaction to the mention of a Padjal. They had warmed to him, personally, in recent years, but he still had reservations from back when he had first met them. "I'm sure you can find something suitable in Hawker's Alley, if you're short on clothes. If you've been hanging around the gradhan then I need not warn you how uncomfortable pants can be." He grins. "What is your research about?"

Mahao'li grins back at him, chuckling. "Indeed - I'm lucky that my skirt for the most part covers what the gradhan deem need's covering. I only need a kojndu for the rest. Although I doubt even that would be enough for the Sharlayan Studium. I think I passed Hawker's Alley on my way here from the ferry - but I wouldn't say know to a guide around the city." He playfully shakes his ears and continues. "My research is on the alchemical potential of various plants and fungi now growing rampant in the Lost City."

"I've been in the city for a while," he replies, "and we frequently have to drop by the fisherman's guild to get seaweed for the oils we use. I would be happy to walk there with you." He looks up to the sky. "We could go today, if you were anxious to get it done. There's plenty of time before nightfall."

Mahao'li shakes his head slightly in response, before smiling at the other man again. "I have no pressing need to do so right away, but a trip to town does sound like a nice way to spend the rest of the afternoon." He chuckles and looks down beneath the water line. "I think I'm calm enough now I'd be able to do so."

"Pity!" he says with a laugh, standing up and offering a hand to his guest. "Let's get you off to the Hawker's Alley, then. You can borrow a tunic if you like. I recall Rhaefi'a saying that your travel clothes demanded vigorous scrubbing, and we keep some spares for trips into town just like this, since nudity isn't as common there. I guess you could wait until Cehn'to finishes the washing, but there's no harm in going now."

Mahao'li chuckles and takes the proffered hand, rising from the water, a chill running along his body as the cool sea breeze hits him. Despite his claim to calmness, his cock is still semi hard, his shivers sending hit bouncing between the two men as he stands. "I'd appreciate it - vigorous is the minimum of what those leathers need." He shivers again, and takes a half step closer to Qana'to, letting the taller keeper's body block the wind from his damp skin. "Morbol" he offer's in way of explanation at this companion's continued bemused expression. "I was not quite as fast as I needed to be and got a face full of tentacle." Another gust of wind send him shivering once more, and without thinking he's drops to his knees to get back in the warm water, ending eye level with Qana'to's groin. 

"Are you alright?" he asks, earnestly at first, and then with a chuckle. "Cold, are you? Poor boy—I'm sorry to laugh," he says. Seeing his handsome guest level with his cock has his starting to harden almost immediately, and he clears his throat gently. The erection would be more welcome after he had made his guest comfortable. "Um, perhaps I can get you a towel or a blanket or something?" he asks, though his legs remain rooted in place, unwilling to pull his thickening member further from the man's face. "There are some in these cubbies you could use."

Mahao’li gazes back up at his host, smiling up at him around the cock quickly filling his field of vision. “Ahhh, just a bit - as you can imagine, hot baths are few and far between in the depths of the Lost City, and I wasn’t quite ready for the temperature change. I’ll be okay in a moment.” He shifts his gaze back down, chuckling at how quickly Qana’to was gardening before him. “I’m most flattered you reacted so quickly to me being down here, though.” 

"What can I say? A handsome guy that close to it, it naturally wants to introduce itself," he says with a laugh before darting away to grab a towel. He returns, fully hard, and unfurls the towel to drape it over Mahao'li's shoulders. "There you go," he says, cock once again in his guest's face as he move in to wrap the towel around him. "Much better like this, yeah?"

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet it~" Mahao'li replies, flicking his ear's playfully as Qana'to darts away. He purrs in appreciation as Qana'to returns with the towel, leaning forward slightly to allow him easier access to drape it across his shoulders. This, in turn, moves his face closer to Qana'to's now fully hard member, and he admires it for a moment, breathing in the man's scent with pleasure. "Yes, this is much better." He replies, leaving it to Qana'to's imagination of he mean's the position of his face, or the towel around his shoulders. 

“Well, you’re welcome to it whenever you want, as my guest,” he replies with a warm smile. Two can play the game of strategic ambiguity.

Mahao’li casts his gaze back up to the keeper above him, not moving from his position the man’s cock, shooting a smirk up towards him. “Whenever I want, eh? You’re most generous, Ruunte Qana’to.”

"Hardly. It's my job here," he says with a pleasant chuckle. "You are my guest and it is my hope that you will be comfortable and happy, with all your needs met while you are in my care."

“Well, you’re doing an excellent job, then” Mahao’li replies with a wink. He leans into Qana’to’s groin, nuzzling against him and enjoying his scent, offering his shaft and balls each a playful kiss before pulling away and gazing one more at his companion. “Shall we to Limsa, Ruunte Qana’to?”

Nng, that felt good. Qana’to makes a plaintive growl as Mahao’li pulls away, but crosses his arms and takes a deep breath. “Of course, at your leisure,” he says with a slightly tight smile that screams your throat is getting wrecked later for that.

Mahao’li smirks in reply, repeating the action before slowly rising to his feet and levelling Qana’to with another wink. Going to Limsa first was your idea, was it not? Don’t blame me for this. “If you’d rather not, I can find another guide.”

Don't snark at me. He grunts in irritation and reaches down with a hand to arrest Mahao'li's rise just long enough to jams his balls back into Mahao'li's face, grinding on his cheek before letting him stand up again. "As I said earlier, I would be more than happy to help you with whatever you need." His cocktip trails along Mahao'li's abs, and he doesn't move to pull it away. He smiles playfully. "Someone needs to teach you the rules of this place, after all, so you don't get yourself in trouble."

Mahao'li lets out a noise of surprise as Qana'to forces him back into his crotch, the noise quickly shifting to purrs of pleasure as the man's scent once more envelopes his senses. He nuzzles into the other's grinding, purring as he is released and rises to his feet. His own now fully hard cock bounces lightly against the underside of Qana'to's where it rests pressed against his abs, and he playfully flexes his muscles against it. "I'm sure there's plenty you can help me with, bholj'a" He smiles back at Qana'to, likewise not pulling away. "Learning the rules would be good, yes - but I've spent enough time around the Grahdan  that I can avoid trouble fairly easily~"

"Clearly not," he retorts, leaning in to kiss the man on the nose, "or you wouldn't bait tigers before trying to go to market." He smiles and looks down, speaking quietly. "I get a feeling someone rather enjoys bholj qoulthiu, huh? You got harder from a faceful of it than Veom'ra does. Here I thought you were just being nice when you swallowed Rhaefi'a."

"Maybe I just enjoy the thrill of the hunt~" Mahao'li chuckles and returns the kiss, pressing closer to squeeze their lengths between their abs, blushing at Qana'to's words before following his gaze. "Heh...I do. You have a very lovely scent, down there. As did Rhaefi'a - and a lovely flavour to go with it."

“Do I?” he says with a gentle grin. “I’ll be very eager to hear how I compare to my nekhucte in taste, then. Although,” he looks up at the sky, “if you are eager to get your clothes, it would be best to go before nightfall. Your second meal will have to wait. Unless you would rather just go tomorrow.”

Mahao’li purrs and follows Qana’to’s gaze upwards, gazing at the sky and gauging the time. “While I’m not in a rush for them, per se, I think it would be a good idea to at least visit the market today - I can always go for a more thorough trip tomorrow, but the handsome guide is free now, and it would a shame to to miss out on his offered hospitality.” Mahao’li lowers his gaze back between them, playfully fondling Qana’to a moment before stepping back. “I will just have to tend to this when we return as thanks - a favour for a favour.”

With only the hint of remorse, Qana’to pulls away and trots to where his garments are stored. Like the nekhucte, his uniform is black and includes a short apron to obscure his groin without violating the shrine’s proscription on wrapped coverings. It was a sort of practical compromise with the city—while Limsa Lominsa had no strong proscriptions on nudity, inherited from the laissez-faire attitudes of their piratical founders, they still seemed to find it startling when men walked up fully exposed and tried to trade. Though such squeamishness usually annoyed him, the fact that they declined to enforce a real ban softened him considerably, and he was satisfied to meet them halfway.

With their clothes on, all that remains is to go into the city center, bustling as it usually was at this time in the afternoon.

Mahao'li smiles and follows after Qana'to, storing his toy once more in his bag. He pulls the proffered tunic over his head, shifting it into place, admiring how well it both fits and is made. "This is a really lovely tunic - are you sure it's alright for me to borrow? It's not a uniform or anything?" he admires himself in it, before frowning at the large gap in the side, through which his still hard dick was clearly visible. "It does leave me kind of exposed, though, I may have to wear my kojndu to ensure I don't get in trouble"

"Eh, I've never gotten complaints," he says with a smile, "but you are probably right that it is prudent. Limsa Lominsa is a fairly relaxed city when it comes to things like public nudity, but it is worth playing it safe even so, I suppose." He nods and lets his eyes roam a bit as Mahao'li slips on a codpiece before offering his hand. "Shall we depart, then?"

Mahao'li makes a show of donning the codpiece, flagging his tail as he feels Qana'to's eyes upon him. Satisfied the Lominsan's would not gaol him for indecent exposure, he beams at his host, taking the proffered hand and falling into step beside the other man. "We shall. Lead on, Ruunte Qana'to, the market awaits."

The journey is not long, but the bustling plaza threatens to separate the two in the crowd before they make it to the other side. The Ruunte does not appear to be noteworthy among the throng despite his slightly unusual attire; hardly anyone even glances their way except as they push through toward the market in Hawker's Alley. "It's a good bit louder than Gridania," Qana'to practically shouts as he guides his charge to the clothes stall, "so keep close!" His grip on the man's hand is iron, only relenting once they have arrived at their destination. "Tell me if you see anything you care for," he says, leaning in close to be heard even this far out from the main square, "and we can help you make arrangements if you don't have gil of your own."

Mahao'li tails along behind Qana'to, casting his eyes around the city in awe as they make their way to the market. Having taken the ferry to the housing district, he had not explored much of the city, and the sights , sounds, and smells were far more plentiful and exotic than anything he had encountered in Gridania. He let's his companion lead him by the hand to a vendor, keeping a tight grip on his hand as they weave through the bodies and stalls of wares. he leans towards Qana'to to reply, voice raised to be heard over the hubbub of the street. "I did bring my own gil, but thank you!" He flicks his ears appreciatively, before turning to the table before him, casting his eyes over the wares. "Any suggestions? Having met all of....three Sharlayan scholars in my life, I'm not sure what might be appropriate wear..."

"None whatsoever," Qana'to giggles. "The Sharlayans I know best were always... very sympathetic to our culture's dress code." He laughs. "But I suppose you could do worse than a tunic and overcoat. I myself often wear a blouse with a vest when I'm in the area." He points toward a rack with a green vest on it. "That particular color is easy to match with and probably would look good on you, too."

Mahao'li giggles in response, wandering over to the rack and pulling the vest off of it, admiring the material and cut. "You'll have to introduce me to them, then." He slings the vest over his arm, followed by a white shirt and black pants, before wandering back over to Qana'to. "Thoughts?" he inquires, holding the items out for inspection.

"I think it is an affront to nature and good sense," he says with a broad smile. "But the Sharlayans will like it, and I'm sure you'll cut a dashing figure even so. We'll have to get you shoes, too, if you don't have any, unless you want to just wear your sandals."

Mahao'li chuckles and beams at Qana'to, blushing slightly at the compliment. "Why, thank you Ruunte Qana'to - I'm glad you think so." He quickly casts his gaze back out towards the sky at the end of the way, judging the time. "Shoes would be good; Of course, those can't be as easily adjusted or resized as these can, so we'll need to find a leatherworker or cobbler with decent stock, or who is taking commissions for custom made." 

"That is true, and I unfortunately don't know any of those in the area," he said. "I know a little of working with leather to care for my armor, as certainly must at least Naoh'li or one of the others. Perhaps we can get you what you need, or at least find someone else who could, if you could stay a while before your departure."

Mahao’li nods at the other man. “That seems reasonable, and I’d be most thankful for that assistance. I only landed in Limsa today, so I will be patronizing the shrine for at least a few more days before I depart.”

"Well, then, if you like what you've found, let's stop by the mongers for some fish to bring back to the shrine for dinner!" He swishes his tail and bounds toward the ramp down to the fisherman's guild. "Oh, the sights from the upper decks are worth a gander, too, if you aren't too tired for the climb."

Mahao'li giggles and bounds after the errant Miqo'te, slowing to fall into step beside him as they left the throngs crowding the Hawker's Alley. "Fresh fish sounds wonderful. I have some ingredients - I could make a stew, if you would like. A thank you for your assistance." He turned to the other man, flicking his ears playfully before continuing. "If my memory serves, the Upper decks connect to Lower La Noscea, and thence to the Bhenah, correct? We took the ferry here - why don't we make the climb, then take the land route home?"

Qana'to regards him with raised eyebrows. "It took me nigh on a month to get straight that the Lower Decks don't connect to Lower La Noscea," he laughs. "But you have the right of it before you even set foot there." He nods. "We can do that, yes. I think that would be a nice way to see the area, too. I like the ferry, but the walk will be a nice change of pace." He slows as they approach their destination and wrinkles his nose. "I was raised close to the ocean, and yet," he shakes his head, "I still find the smell of this much fresh fish a little stomach-churning. Did you eat much fish when you were younger?"

Mahao'li chuckles, bumping shoulder's with the other man. "If it makes you feel better, I've spent the better part of the past decade mapping the Lost City, so knowing what areas connect where is child's play. Now, knowing where specific places are in Limsa or La Noscea, on the other hand..." He trails off and shrugs, before turning to regard the tables before them. The salt scent was stronger here, but still masked by the smells of over 50 varieties of fish being sold, and his nose mirrors Qana'to's, the odor forcing him to take a step back, shaking his head. "Fish wasn't much of a staple for us - While we could fish the river, the schools weren't bountiful enough to make fish more than a casual fare. Antelope and boar were far more common." 

"See, those at least have the manners to smell decent after we hunt them," Qana'to joked before approaching the monger and haggling briefly, exchanging a few coins and then delicately taking the wrapped package and holding it under his arm. "I'm going to smell like fish myself for the next few hours," he grumbles, before smiling at Mahao'li. "I hope you enjoy the taste of halibut, since that is what was plentiful today. Up the steps now?" he confirms before they set off for the stairwell.

"Right up until Elder Jakkya gets her hands on them!" Mahao'li chuckles. "As wonderful as the elder is, she cannot cook to save her life." He shoots a smile at his companion, moving to pull the fish out from beneath his arm. "Nothing says you can't take another bath when we return - the stew will take a while to prepare, you'd have time to."

"No, no, I can carry it. You just enjoy the view," he says as they come out of the stairwell and onto the walkway in the Upper Decks. "I think over here is one of my favorite spots. You can see Middle La Noscea over that way, and Lower off to the right, over there."

Mahao’li flicks his tail, rolling his eyes playfully before moving towards the area Qana’to had indicated. His eyes widen in awe as he takes in the view, mouth spreading wide with joy as he took in the vista below him.

“This is beautiful!” He calls over the wind, stronger now that they were high above the waves.

"I used to sit near here while practicing arcanima," Qana'to says, nodding off down the bridge. "Mostly while eating lunch. My first grimoire was pretty beat up after a few months. Luckily it was cheap." He looks back toward Mahao'li. "I saw you with a spear when you arrived, but you were researching Golmorre. Do you wield magic as well?"

Maho'li chuckled and shook his head, shifting to sit on the ledge before them and motioning for Qana'to to do the same. "Not Gelmorra - Amdapor. I have no intention of ever wandering into those tunnels if I can help it." He shudders slightly before returning to the keeper's question. "I know some - bits and pieces of Conjury I picked up during the original expedition." He looks around dramatically, before dropping his voice to a stage whisper "And we won't tell the Seed-seers about the White-Magic tomes I found during my solo expeditions."

"Secrets are the seeds of kings," Qana'to replies with a smile, quoting an ancient saying. "And I'll see the seas boil before I let them be in charge of anything." He looks off over the water. "I used to be quite, shall we say, skeptical of the value of that practice, to be honest. I went and learned a nearly dead art just to avoid it, I guess you could say. Their stinginess turned me off of it for years. Even so, I'm glad you've wrestled some of it from them."

He stands in silence for a bit before shifting uncomfortably. "We should keep walking before this thing in my hand starts to smell even worse."

Mahao'li nodded and hopped off the bannister, gesturing in offer to take the fish again. "Like I said, it's another excuse to bathe some more when we get back." Shaking his head at Qana'to's refusal to yield the fish, he falls into step beside him, bumping shoulders with him as they make their way out towards Lower La Noscea. 

"Having read several first hand accounts of the War of the Magi, and having encountered more than a few of the more sinister White-Magic devices, I can't necessarily say I blame them all that much. Certainly, I wouldn't want all and sundry to have some of those powers described."

“Nym is still underwater, I suppose,” Qana’to concedes as they approached the great series of bridges and towers that connected the city to the mainland. “Even with that consideration, I don’t know if I’d pick them as the guardians, though. Maybe someone less afraid of a giant tree.” He chuckles and holds the bottom of his tunic down as the coastal wind gusts and threatens to blow it upward, leaving his legs totally uncovered in the sudden chill. “Ooh, that’s a storm wind, I bet. We may be getting some rain soon.”

Mahao'li likewise holds his tunic in place, casting his gaze to the sky above. "Mmmm, no sign of rain on the horizon, but I imagine storms come rolling in much quicker here. We'd best hurry home, to be safe." He smiles at the other keeper, picking up the pace as they make their way across the span of the Tempest Gate. "Aptly named bridge," He quips, as another gust of wind sends their tunics dancing

“Gusts into the harbor usually bring moisture, especially from the south,” he replied thoughtfully. “Maybe that is why the gate got the name. I can’t say, though.” A particularly cantankerous gust forces him to brace and nearly sends the fish in his hand tumbling back toward its origin. “Llymlaen is a fickle mistress around here! It was so calm when we arrived an hour ago.”

Mahao'li wraps an arm around the other keeper's shoulders, helping him brace against the gale that seemed to be forming around them, his lithe body taunt as he fought against the breeze. "Fickle is an understatement! If I didn't know better, I'd think she was conspiring to toss us from the bridge!"

He laughed, taking Qana'to's free arm and breaking into a sprint when the gust abated, ushering his companion to the safety of the La Noscean shore. "Phew... at least we're safer here"

Qana’to pants and looks at his companion with a groan of exhaustion. He was perhaps a touch out of shape. “That is—hopefully true. It is—blustery, isn’t it? Maybe we can—walk—from here. I can’t—Esuna—exhaustion.” He tries to giggle but coughs instead.

Mahao'li giggles and nods, His breathing having barely changed from the exertion. Benefits of being a lancer, he supposed. "Yes, I'm sorry - I did not wish to see you flung off the bridge. We can walk now that we're safely back on land." He smiles and rubs his companions back, letting him rest and recuperate his breath. "Not much for athletics?"

“No, no, I just haven’t had to sprint specifically in a while. I’m usually jogging at length and then standing still to cast,” he replies. It takes only a moment for him to recover his composure, and he grins tautly. “I’m fine, really. Though maybe I ought to pick up a spear again just to keep from falling behind on bridges.”

Mahao'li grins tauntingly at the other keeper, falling into step beside him as they resume their journey. "Ahh, from what you told me earlier, you're already incredibly proficient with your spear."

Qana’to rolls his eyes and body-checks his companion languidly. “That was meant as an invitation to practice with you, but since you mention it, I can demonstrate that first if you like.”

Mahao’li chuckles and returns the motion, beaming at his companion. “Oh, I would love a sparring partner - it has been too long since I’ve had the chance to train with another person.” He winks at the Ruunte, playfully swishing his tail against the others leg. “I wouldn’t say no to a demonstration either.”

Qana’to’s gait becomes noticeably bouncier at the second comment. “A trade, then. We can demonstrate our respective crafts.” Under his apron a noticeable bulge has formed, though it doesn’t fully tent because of their brisk pace up the hill.

Mahao’li beams at his companion, eyes admiring the bulge he could see forming. “You flatter me, with how quickly you reacted to that suggestion. First in the spring, and now here - I hope I live up to your expectations~.”

“Yes, well—” he sputters for just a moment, before recovering himself and smiling winsomely. “Can you blame me? Handsome hunter with an intellectual streak comes gliding through my grove asking for a demonstration.”

“Not at all” Mahao’li replies, leaning in to kiss the keeper’s cheek. “I fear handsome ruunte have a similar effect on me.” His own tunic is beginning to bulge, less noticeably than Qana’to’s due to the jockstrap, but noticeable all the same.

"You know, part of the implied agreement with the city of Limsa Lominsa was that we wouldn't do anything too aggressively sexual outside of the shrine grounds. They may not have a formal proscription against public nudity but public nuisance laws do include sex on the main thoroughfares." He looks back toward the spires behind them. "You're setting us up to have some trouble with the law, Mahao'li Moui."

Mahao'li raises an eyebrow at that, regarding Qana'to incredulously. "Really, the Lominsans - renown across Aldenard for their dedication to their pirate past, have laws against outdoor sex beyond the city gates? I find that hard to believe." He shrugs, smiling at the keeper. "And besides, last I checked, kissing a companions cheek is hardly 'aggressively sexual'."

"No, but this is," he says, scooping a hand under the man's tunic to squeeze the trapped jewels and kissing him on the mouth before breaking away with a cackle and jogging up the slope. "Don't get caught with that weapon out, now!"

Mahao'li gasps at the sudden action, the noise melting into a moan against Qana'to's lips as the keeper kisses him and fondles his balls. He beams at his companion and the other jogs away, breaking into a sprint to catch up to him. "Hey! That's no fair!" he laughs, playfully tackling the other man as he got within grappling range.

He squawks in delight as the two of them collide, twisting to hook a leg around his opponent and pulling. "Stop that!" he growls, before his giggling undermines him. "You'll get my tunic dirty!" As if in prophecy, the two of them quickly totter to the side before landing softly in the grass. "Agh! It'll get grass-stains!" he continues, gleefully trying to wrestle his guest into submission.

Mahao'li laughs heartily as they tumble into the grass beside the road, working to free himself from beneath Qana'to. While Mahao'li himself was skilled, Qana'to had the height advantage, and for a few moments, neither could get the upper hand. "Stop fighting then and you won't get grass stains!" he offers playfully to his opponent, momentarily gaining and advantage and flipping their positions.

"You were the one who tackled me, thank you! You should stop fighting." Though he is largely joking, his concern about tearing his somewhat restrictively cut garment is inhibiting. He grunts in annoyance as Mahao'li squirms out of his hold, unable to follow him for fear that the seam under his armpit would tear. "You are the aggressor here!"

“I was only responding to your aggressively sexual actions, Ruunte Qana’to” he chuckles, moving to his feet and offering his companion a hand. “But we can continue this once we are back at the Bhena; I’m afraid of ruining this tunic you so kindly lent me - would be a terrible impression of me as a guest.”

"Oh, yes, that's true," he says, suddenly remembering himself and scrambling to his feet. "Hrevna'a would be very annoyed with me if I ruined two sets of clothes on a romp I could just as well have had naked." He looks up at the sky. "All the moreso if we got caught in that," he says pointing toward the dark clouds unfurling from the west. "Looks like we might get a quick shower here, shortly."

Mahao'li narrows his eyes and follows Qana'to's outstreched arm, muttering under his breath. "...a...to...li..." He turns to his partner, shrugging, and offering a half-smile. "I'm not familiar with sea storms, I'm afraid, but it's about 4 malms away by my reckoning....do you think we can outrun it?"

"Nothing for it but to try!" Qana'to says with a shrug as he starts to jog toward the ravine through which Mist sat. "I hope you weren't too excited to see the beach!" After another moment: "At least the hot springs are nice in the rain!"

Mahao’li laughs and breaks into a jog behind Qana’to, falling into place beside him as they make their way through the fields surrounding Red Rooster Stead. “You’ll just have to bring me to the beach tomorrow!” He replies, nodding in agreement with the keeper’s second statement. “And we could use a nice rest after all this running!”

"I'm going to have to apologize to Naoh'li," Qana'to noted breathlessly. "I'll have stains and sweat on this tunic now, no doubt." The heat is not nearly so bad, at the moment, as the humidity, which swaddles them as they ran down into the pass. The tight space makes the wind pick up, grabbing at their clothes and tugging them forward like an eager child. "We take a left up ahead and then head more-or-less straight," he adds helpfully, lest his companion have forgotten.

“Well, at least sweat and dirt are easy to wash out - it would be child’s play after the mess of armour I left to have cleaned.” Mahao’li giggles. “And thank you, ruunte Qana’to - I’ll make sure not to get lost.” 

"Oh, yeah, that was pretty gross," Qana'to agrees with a small laugh. "They had to clean it outside, around the back, lest it ruin the atmosphere inside the shrine. Poor Cehn'to looked practically ill after he was done with it. You may owe him a favor after that."

Mahao’li has the good sense to blush and look away sheepishly as the pair round the bend into the Mist. “I would have done so myself, had Rhaefi’a not been so eager to welcome me.” He turns and smiles at Qana’to. “I would gladly repay the favour to Cehn’to, whenever he wishes.”

"Having seen how you worked on Rhaefi'a," Qana'to says with a small smile, "I think you will have no issue evening those scales."

Mahao’li grins, his cheeks reddening slightly, as he flicks his ears in approval. “Back to the praise! You really do flatter me, ruunte Qana’to.” 

"Hardly!" Qana'to chuckled. "I just know what Cehn'to needs, and since Hrevna'a has been busy of late, he'll definitely have some excitement to spare for you little tricks. Provided I don't beat you to him..." he adds slyly. "You had me more than a little ready out in the field, after all."

“Oh, I noticed” he replies demurely, winking at Qana’to as they slowed to a trot. “Could feel you pressing into my abs the entire time we were wresting.” He quickly gazes around before stepping closer to the other man, and slipping his hand beneath his tunic to fondle him. “Which does remind me, I neglected to properly greet you, in the spring as I was when you joined me.” He murmurs, as he presses his lips to Qana’to’s cheek.

"You couldn't give us fifteen more seconds to get to the shrine grounds where you can do that freely?" Qana'to asks rhetorically, laughing and returning the kiss. "They're all yours once you're past that gate but we have to try not to scandalize the city folk."

Mahao'li laughs and pulls away, falling back into step as they continued down the path. "Come on now; Fijovi  is hardly the gratuitous sex the gradahn paint it as - I would be surprised if the Lominsans found it any more offensive than a hug or handshake. Besides -" he sticks his tongue out at Qana'to as he sidesteps a fallen branch " - I checked if anyone was around before doing it."

"Yeah but now I have to make it the rest of the way while bholj'a," he replies with a roll of his eyes. "It's actually quite uncomfortable to be hard under this heavy fabric, you know."

"Hard again just from the fijovi? I feel incredibly powerful right now." Mahao'li taunts, butting his head against the taller man's shoulder. "And I don't - my clothes feel pretty comfortable to be hard in." He tugs aside the tunic slightly so Qana'to could get a look at his bulge to emphasize his point.

"I'd grab it to be sure, but you have a kojndu on. Almost like you don't want people seeing your pride. Is that why you're taunting me? Too afraid to show your own off?"

"I'm wearing it because the tunic you lent me doesn't actually cover anything, and it was you who told me the Lominsan's want us covered. I have no problem at all showing myself off." He smirks at the other keeper, tugging the fabric codpiece off and tossing it towards Qana'to. "Better?~"

"Much!" Qana'to replies. "I can tell you're a satihr without a magnifying glass now." His eyes widen slightly at how hard Mahao'li actually was—maybe not quite full mast, but near enough. Thankfully they were almost home. "The gate's to the left. Try to hold on a few more fulms, alright?"

"Speak for yourself - I'm not the one already at full mast, ruunte Qana'to" he giggles as they round another corner, the bhenah  gates open welcomingly in the near distance. "Are you sure you can make it?"

"Nope," he chirps. "I might pounce on the first thing to catch my eye." He looks up and around theatrically. "Hopefully we'll be safely inside before it comes to that."

"Hopefully - would hate to have some poor innocent Lominsan get pounced on by the local ruunte." Mahao'li chirps back.

"We do have to put up flyers telling people to stay away during bhewruuniko ceremonies," Qana'to noted as he turned and stepped onto the grass under the shrine's entry canopy. "Phew. Safe."

Mahao'li giggles and playfully pats Qana'to's shoulder. "Well done - I'm proud of you." He tilts his head slightly as he considers Qana's former sentence. "I'm afraid I'm not actually familiar with the ceremony - you'll have to tell me the specifics sometime."

"Well, one's coming up in a week or so," Qana'to replies, immediately shucking his tunic and sighing happily as the air caresses his skin. "If you're still around by then, you're welcome to join." He tosses his hair out of his face and nods toward the door. "Come, I'd better drop this off to get washed and then get myself cleaned up. And you can meet the poor guy responsible for getting your armor cleaned up."

Mahao’li nods, likewise doffing his tunic and following Qana’to towards the door. “That sounds wonderful - it would be a pleasure to join.” He replies, as they pass through the door into the candlelit interior of the shrine. He lets his gaze wander slowly as his eyes adjust, noting the differences from the previous shrines he had visited. “And yes, I need to properly thank him for his services.”

"Stay hard, then," Qana'to says, in a voice utterly lacking any sort of joking character. They walk past the altar and toward a couch where a man was sitting, orange-pink hair glowing strangely in the yellowish light thrown by all the votives. The daylight in the windows was weak: perhaps the storm was approaching already. "Cehn'to, I have to apologize pre-emptively," Qana'to calls out with a smile. "But I have absolutely trashed my robes again. I'll put them down by the wash-basin if you'd like. Oh! And I should introduce our newest guest, whom you've already had the pleasure of helping."

Mahao'li smiles at the other man, politely dipping his head in greeting. "I am Mahao'li of the Moui, and it is my pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please, accept my apologies for the state of my armour - had I known Qana'to would be arranging to have it cleaned for me, I would have come to see you to thank you in advance." He smiles and flicks his ears, playfully bumping shoulders with the ruunte beside him. "I will also take the blame for the state of Qana'to's tunic - he insisted on attacking me without provocation, and it got soiled whist I was defending myself. Please, allow me to tend to washing it. It's the least I can do." 

"I assure you I was very much provoked," Qana'to snapped back before the other man could respond, grinning and crossing his arms. "I was entirely justified."

"Last I checked, Ruunte Qana'to, acknowledging your arousal is not provocation for an - how did you describe it? -  'Aggresively Sexual' attack such as yours, and therefore not at all justified." Mahao'li chimed in reply, likewise crossing his arms, and turning once more to the new Miqo'te. "Ruunte Qana'to chided me for being too sexual for the Lominsans, before proceeding to grope and make out with me with the passion of a freshly minted ram."

"That sounds like the ruunte," the man says with a laugh as he takes the clothes from Qana'to. He turns and reaches out to the new guest, cupping his nads for a fijovi and smirking at the erection just above them. "Nae'te, satihr. I am called Cehn'to of the Aliapoh, and I greet you in Menphina's grace."

“Nae’te, Cehn’to. I am Mahao’li of the Moui.” Mahao’li hums softly as he feels Cehn’to’s fingers curl around him, and moves to mirror the greeting, slipping his hand beneath the shonjate’s tunic “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

"You are the one I have to thank for that horrid set of combat leathers, aren't you?" Cehn'to wrinkles his nose in disgust, though his tone is jocular. "The only reason I'm not hopping mad about it is that I'm too gross for Hrevna'a to stand guard next to, so I got to skip the shift to wash off. I am mostly clean now, I think, though the nose doesn't work so well after all that, so I may have some more soaking to do."

Mahao'li has the good sense to blush and rub the back of his neck sheepishly, although he can tell the other keeper is not upset. "Yes, and I offer my sincerest apologies - Had I been made aware of it before Rhaefi'a sent them away, I would have pulled them out to spare you the suffering." He smiles at Cehn'to and bows slightly, in jest. "Of course, I am most thankful it is done, and it would be my pleasure to repay the favour in kind, in whatever manner you wish." He leans closer, making a show of sniffing him bfore straightening out and beaming at the other man. "Well, not that my nose is much better after having suffered in those armours as well, but you smell pretty good to me." 

"Let's hope so. I soaked for the better part of an hour," he snorts. "I did not want to force someone to scrub for me while the odor was still strong but maybe now I can convince someone to help me out." He shrugs slyly. "I'm hoping the ruunte here will rule that mere soaking doesn't count as a monastic violation."

"But you didn't think to ask the ruunte first?" Qana'to says, crossing his arms. "If I rule it a violation you'd have to make up for it. You're lucky I'm not much of a rigorist on things like that." With a sigh, he looks at Mahao'li. "There aren't too many restrictions on the commune but among them is that we're not allowed to do certain things for ourselves, like prepare food or wash up. The idea is to be focusing on others instead of ourselves, though in this case the goal was to make the eventual washing more pleasant for another, which puts it in a gray area."

Mahao'li alternates his gaze between the two men, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he listens to their exchange. "In his defense, Ruunte Qana'to, you weren't here to ask permission of. You can hardly expect him to have waited until we returned to ask you." His smirk widens, as he sidesteps, standing closer to Cehn'to and turning to Qana'to, expressing his solidarity with the Aliapoh. "If anything, I think it would break the spirit of jhaliko to have made him wait - it's not very hospitable to beet greeted with the stench of stale Morbol, as I'm sure Rhaefi'a can attest."

Qana'to's tail flicks as he leans on one hip and sticks a foot out to the side. "By that logic, it's also inhospitable to greet a guest while cranky from hunger, while cold from having no clean clothes to wear, or while overly excited from not having touched yourself, and then we have managed to get rid of all the rules in one go. Where's the line?"

"I would say that the line is drawn where service and hospitality are negatively affected by your choice to obey the letter of the law as opposed to the spirit of it." Mahao'li folds his arms gently, tilting his head thoughtfully to the side. "In all your examples, Ruunte Qana'to, the cause of the issue is not on Cehn'to, but on the bhenah for failing to care for him adequately. Is it right and hospitable of him to shift that failure of care onto guests?" Mahao'li turns and casts his gaze over Cehn'to once more, tracing the faded but unmistakable lines of shonjate war paint with his eyes. He turns back to Qana'to, shrugging his shoulders slightly as he adjusts his stance before continuing.

"To use your example of food; to do many things on an empty stomach is difficult, especially services of the kind a Shonjate is know for. If someone were to arrive with an urgent petition for Cehn'to, say for protection on the road to Limsa Lominsa to catch the last ship before dusk, would it be right for him to deny them because the communal supper had yet to be prepared? If to do so would mean the guest had to depart without protection, because Cehn'to could not feed himself to be ready to provide that service, than I would say that Cehn'to had failed in his duties as a keeper." 

"Fine, then," Qana'to says, nodding approvingly and turning to head into the back area of the shrine. "You say we should judge by the impact on guests, and I agree. So, then, he can wait on you for the rest of the evening, and when I return from offering the evening's votive prayers with Rhaefi'a and Naoh'li, I will judge whether he was still able to perform service and hospitality befitting the bholbhenah based on how well you've been taken of. How's that sound?" He disappears around a corner before either of them get a chance to respond. In the distance, the nekhucte standing watch over the candle display giggles while studiously pretending to be looking elsewhere.

"Uh-oh," Cehn'to mutters under his breath. "That tone says he's fully intending to make me regret that little bargain in a moment." He looks back to the man to his right. "Well, I appreciate the support, satihr, so what do you say we get you fed and washed off before I spend the rest of my days beating rugs and chopping firewood until my arms fall off?"

Mahao'li chuckles softly, bumping the other keeper's shoulder and smiling at him reassuringly. "We'll just have to make sure he can't fault your hospitality so he can't make you regret it - which given I'm on your side, shouldn't be too hard." He flicks his ears quickly, widening his smile. "And of course I support you - I'm the reason you had to break the rules to be somewhat presentable in here, I won't let you take the fall for that alone."

He laughs. "You're sweet, stranger. Come on, are you hungry? We can find you snack if you want. There's probably some leftover eel if you want, downstairs."

A threatening hum pierces the quiet, and the nekhucte glares. "Okay, on second thought, Hrevna'a is supposed to be starting dinner soon and I shouldn't spoil your appetite," he says hurriedly. "Let's, uh, go wash first instead."

Mahao'li turns and grins playfully at the Nekhucte. "Well, I haven't actually eaten since I got here, not counting Rhaefi'a, so some eel in theory would be wonderful, and a good way to show Bholbenah hospitality..." He trails off, meaningully holding the pause a moment before continuing. "That said though, I did offer to Ruunte Qana'to to prepare dinner as a thank you for his services today, so I should do that before Hrevna'a gets too carried away." He glances down at his groin, where his cock, while having softened since his discussion with Qana'to, was still standing semi hard. "I guess you'll have to wait." He turns back to Cehn'to, smiling and beckoning him. "Why don't you show me where the kitchen is and help me with prep, and then we can wash up while the stew cooks?"  

"Well, surely you can cook tomorrow night just as well, right?" Cehn'to protests. "I'm pretty sure I'll never do anything but move logs if I don't keep you entertained and Qana'to catches a guest working." He suddenly bolts upright and stares after where the ruunte disappeared. "That wasn't his plan, was it? Is that why he was so willing to play along?"

Mahao'li raises an eyebrow at you, smiling and shaking his head. "I doubt it - I made the offer while we were still in Limsa Lominsa; long before we got back here. I'm sure you're safe."

"I wouldn't be so certain. He and the head hravnjate here like to play games. Though—not usually anything so malicious as... ohhh," he laughs suddenly. "Of course, I'm being selfish. The goal isn't to trick me into violating a promise. It's to prevent you from trying to repay us for what should be service freely given." His ears flick and he regards Mahao'li with renewed curiosity. "You must have made it explicit that you were trying to repay him for his help. He's both too polite to refuse you outright and too obstinate to just let you do it. He takes very seriously the idea that we should not seek benefit from the help we render to our visitors." He rolls his eyes. "And it doubles as telling me off for taking liberties with the shrine's rules, so he gets two apples off one graft."

Mahao’li purses his lips as he contemplates Cehn’to’s words. "I did explicitly say as much, yes; that I could make stew in return for his assistance." He smiles and shrugs at Cehn'to, elaborating. "In our village, that was the way of it - you gave thank you for assistance with assistance in kind. 'Everyone shares the burden of caring for each other.' To not do so was to put yourself above others; to be served as a Nuhn or King." Mahao'li shakes his head slightly and smiles at the other keeper. "Of course, if Ruunte Qana'to is insistent on playing this game, I will play along. There are other ways I can repay his favour in kind."

"Oh, have your evil plans, do you? Well, I'm sure his only consideration is keeping it from being promised, so whatever clever ways you have to offer thanks will be appreciated. It just cannot sound like a bargain. Veom'ra is strict about that on the grounds," he explains with a smile. "There is a loophole here, though, if you are bent on cooking. Hrevna'a is cooking for us, but somebody has to cook for him in turn. Usually he'd just eat uncooked greens and a salted haunch or similar on the days he's assigned to cook. Something he didn't need to cook, technically. But you could make him a meal and it wouldn't be directly benefiting Qana'to, so he couldn't complain." He shrugs. "Just saying."

"That works for me." Mahao'li replies, gesturing for Cehn'to to lead him towards the kitchen. "I'd need to thank Hrevna'a for the food anyways, after all." He follows Cehn'to to the kitchen, noddind and introducing himself to the miqo'te they find there.

"Funny," Qana'to says sternly from his spot by the fireplace. "I don't recall many kinds of caring for a guest involving leading them into the kitchens. Hravnjate Cehn'to, is there a reason you're starting with a tour of the back rooms?"

"Uh, well, yes, I was—hello again, ruunte," Cehn'to says with a quaver of reluctance. "I was just showing him... he asked about... well."

"It is at my request, Ruunte Qana'to" Mahao'li offers, taking a step closer to the fireplace. "I did say I would cook the meal tonight while we were in Limsa, did I not? As a thank you for your services. Of course, Cehn'to informs me you would refuse that offer, but he helpfully acknowledged that Hrevna'a would need to be fed himself." He casts a look quickly back over his shoulder at Cehn'to, flicking his ears playfully. "Of course, as a fellow fruit clan, he could not deny my earnest request to assist - it would be inhospitable in the extreme."

"Right. He asked. I was just being hospitable and answering his request."

"I see." He grimaces and pulls himself away from the fireplace he was stoking. "You are just a little too clever for my tricks, it seems, Mahao'li. I'll have to be more adroit in my subterfuge from here on out." Suddenly he grins from ear to ear and gestures to the fire. "Well, make yourself at home, I suppose. Do you want the fire? I figured I'd get it going while I was already sweaty, but you are welcome to it—since you're insisting."

Cehn'to sighs with relief and sags against the doorpost.

"Well, I had also offered to clean you up after our romp on the road, but you disappeared before I could - so you will just need to wait until after dinner to be tended to - or at least until I get the stew on to simmer." Mahao'li teases as he steps around the ruunte, flicking his still semi-hard cock playfully as he moved towards the fire. "If you would like to assist us, Ruunte Qana'to, that can happen much faster." 

"'Us?' Making my delinquent hravnjate help you with your stew as well?" Qana'to points to a stewpot. "I suppose he can fill this with water for a start." As Cehn'to groans and heaves the pot away, Qana'to walks up behind the Miqo'te near the fire, hugging his around the waist. "How can I help, now?"

"Well of course I am - did you not tell him he needed to wait on me for the rest of the evening, to ensure he was proving a shining example of bholbenah jaliqo?" Mahao'li purrs softly and leans back into the hug, resting his head back against the other man's shoulder. "I'm just ensuring he's doing as you wish of him, Ruunte Qana'to. As for how you can help, can you get me some things? You know this kitchen far better than I could ever hope to." Mahao'li lists off a short set of common ingredients he hoped that the bhenah had on hand. "enough to make a full pot - while of course, this is primarily going to be for Hrevna'a, as you insist, I intend to make enough for everyone to sample." 

"Fine, if you insist," he says, chuckling at Mahao'li's accented pronunciation of "jahliko" and pulling away from him to scrounge up ingredients. He and Hrevna'a dance around each other as the latter works to prepare the fileted fish, appearing to be in quite a hurry and barely interacting with the others.

"Forgive him if he seems brusque right now," Qana'to says quietly, returning from his collection. "He's irritated that I arrived with the fish late and is trying to make sure food is served soon. He'll be more talkative once dinner is dealt with."

While Qana'to sets about gathering the ingredients from the kitchen, mahao'li darts back outside, to the cubby where he had left his bags, grabbing them and returning to the kitchen. "It would have been back faster had someone not insisted on trying to mount me on the road." Mahao'li says, with a pointed look at Qana'to, before taking the ingredients from him, and adding them to the pot that Cehn'to had brought back to them. From his own bags. he begins to pull more unique additions, adding a series of bright powders and mushrooms. Once he was satisfied he ad added most of what he needed, he turned back to Qana'to. "Only thing left to add is the remains of the fish, and then we can set it to simmer"

"Not that much faster, come on." He looks ready to hiss. "Do you need to tend it while it cooks down, or can we go clean up before we have to eat?"

"No, it will be fine to simmer on it's own. I'll just get that fish in there and we'll be all set."  Mahao'li smiles checking with Hrevna'a that he was done with the fish, before taking the remains and adding them to the stew. He gives the mixture a stir, before putting a lid on the pot, and turning back to Qana'to. "Okay, all done. We can go get you cleaned up now, Ruunte Qana'to."

"You need to be cleaned up as much as I do, esteemed guest," Qana'to says with a snort. He and Cehn'to lead the guest back outside to the springs, where both men promptly jump into the water and settle into the steam with purrs. "Now, if you don't spend the rest of the time before we eat relaxing, I will never forgive you."

Mahao’li chuckles and settles into the water between the two men, sliding in down to his neck and letting out a satisfied purr. “I will take that threat to heart, Ruunte Qana’to, and will not move from this spring until dinner is called.” 

"I take that as a promise," Qana'to replies, sliding a hand across the man's back in a gentle massage. "You have done entirely too much for a guest of the shrine, Mahao'li, and I won't have you expend an ounce more effort until you've availed yourself of the place's benefits."

Mahao’li purrs louder as he feels Qana’to’s hand massaging his back. “That is a promise, then. But I have already availed myself of many of the shrines services, Ruunte Qana’to.” 

“Not all of them, though. Unless Rhaefi’a was servicing you prior to me coming out to the springs earlier, you mostly were playing with him rather than being tended yourself,” he said, sliding his hand down to pet the man’s tail. “And you were certainly reacting enough earlier that some attention seems warranted.” 

Mahao’li lets out another purr, flicking his tail and lifting it at Qana’to’s touch, moving it out of his way. He cracks open an eye to smirk at the man beside him. “Ah, do not worry - I did not trick another of your staff into spurning their duties. Rhaefi’a made sure to give me a proper welcome when I first arrived. You merely arrived when I was rewarding him for his successful hunt.” He beams at Qana’to, closing his eyes once more. “You should be proud of him - he gives excellent head.”

“I will be sure to convey that to him,” he laughs, taking the lifted tail as an invitation to burrow toward the hole under it and massage. He looks at Cehn’to and laughs again at the red-head’s facial expression. “What, feeing competitive again? Unfortunately I don’t think you can help with what our handsome guest needs right now, talloru Cehn’to.”

“Intending to finish what you started on the road, Ruunte Qana’to?” Mahao’li purrs louden as Qana’to shifts his hand beneath him, sliding his own hand up and over his companion’s thigh. “I’m sure we could find something for him to do, if he is eager to join you.” 

"I'm just—watching." His face is quite white, then peach, almost like he hopes to blend into his own hair. "Don't mind me."

Without speaking, Qana'to leans down to kiss Mahao'li's neck, resting his head on the man's shoulder.

"Feel free to put him to work. He's supposed to be looking after you, after all. As for me, that little altercation in the road seemed to indicated some unmet needs that I am eager to see attended to."

Mahao’li purrs and tilts his head to rest it against Qana’to’s, flicking his ears against the man’s hair affectionately. “Well, it would be rude of me to deny such a sincere offer of service - especially after getting you wound up on the road.” 

"How bad was he this time? I swear we should make him jack off each time before he's allowed out of the area."

"...Rude!"

Mahao’li laughs at this exchange, petting the head on his boulder while he turns to reply to Cehn’to. “Like I said when we first arrived, he engaged in an aggressive sexual attack on me. Nearly tried to mount me in the grass by the road, just about.” He nuzzles against the keepers head before continuing. “To his credit, he was already hard and eager before I dragged him to town, so I won’t fully blame him.”

"What?! That is defamatory." But for the fingers rubbing Mahao'li's hole, the man's expression and tone would be a perfectly convincing portrait of outrage. "As I recall you won the wrestling match—which you started, anyway."

Mahao’li continues to purr as Qana’to’s fingers work against his entrance, petting his head gently. “True, I did win. Had I not, we would probably still be on the road, locked in a passionate embrace.”

"Nearly two hours later? We'd have been told off by more than one passing scout patrol for sure—if we weren't instead kidnapped by pirates." He chuckles and presses a finger harder into the entrance. "I'd much rather be stuck in your cave than theirs."

"Ugh! That's a way to phrase it."

Mahao’li makes a small noise of pleasure as Qana’to presses against him harder, giggling at Cehn’to’s expression. “What a choice of words indeed. I certainly agree though, there are more tempting swords than those of pirates.”

"Not you, too!"

"Well, it seems that we can agree on that, at least. You're welcome to any that catch your eye, of course—except Cehn'to's, anyway. That one's purely decorative." He purrs as he feels the ring open and presses a gently finger within.

“Ahh…..” He lets out a soft gasp as Qana’to’s finger slides into him, closing his eyes as he adjusts to the sensation. “That’s okay…there’s plenty of other ways he can be of service.”

“There we go,” he says deep in his chest as he finger drives home. “Yeah, I’m sure we will have plenty of use for him, won’t we? Though he’s better under the tail than the nose, just so you know.”

He laughs as Cehn’to sinks up to his nose into the water.

Mahao'li moans softly as Qana'to slides his finger to the base and begins to move it, letting his hand slide to Qana'to's crotch, taking his length in hand and nuzzling against his head on his shoulder. "Ahh, is he? That's good to know" he replies, smirking at Cehn'to and moving his free hand to rest on his head,

His ears flick irritably and he glares at both the men taunting him, to know avail. Even with only his eyes visible it's clear he's enjoying the taunting. Under the water, he slides a hand over Mahao'li's lap, feeling about experimentally before landing on the prize and gently toying with the head. Around them, the air is thick with chatter. It's slightly busier now than it was earlier in the day, as the evening embraces the island. Six or seven people populate the pools, murmuring quietly and enjoying the atmosphere. Two of them smirk approvingly at the scene in the water as the shonjate raises his head to get a deeper breath. The hot air and the pounding in his ears has him feeling dizzy.

"Ooo," he mutters quietly.

"Ooo indeed," Qana'to says, closing his eyes and sighing heavily. "I was more pent-up than I'd realized, it seems."

"Considering you've been hard for 90% of the time since you joined me this afternoon, I can't say I'm surprised at all." Mahao'li murmurs, sighing softly as he feels Cehn'to's hand wrap around his head. He shifts his his position, leaning more into Qana'to and spreading his legs slightly to give each of the men easier access to their chosen toys. "Ooo, this is nice though, yes....". He matches the pace of his stroking on Qana'to's length to that of Cehn'to's, purring as the men work him.

"I was hard for 75%, tops," he retorts. "Hard to be horny in a fishmarket. But everywhere else..." He adjusts his wrist to prevent it from getting sore and sighs. "I'll admit I was thinking about this a lot on the way home."

Mahao'li sighs softly as Qana'to's change in posture changes the movements inside him. "You flatter me, Ruunte Qana'to..... I am thoroughly impressed you did not mount me on the road though, and that you were able to wait until after scolding Cehn'to to drag me out here."

"Duty precedes pleasure," he replies. "I may have gamed the system by making pleasure my duty, but it's not a perfect workaround. And that means occasionally waiting to play stallion when there are naughty hranvjate who need to be dealt with."

"Weren't you on my side? You're supposed to be distracting him from me, not calling me out!" Cehn'to shifts forward to be facing Mahao'li directly, the better to pump the man's dick. "How many tugs does it take to get your mind to turn off?" he asks, and Qana'to cracks into hysterical laughter.

Mahao'li grins, moaning softly as Cehn'to picks up his pace, thrusting up into his grip. "I am an evil agent of chaos who fears neither god not man - I'll side against whoever is easier to rile up." he replies, reaching a hand out to ruffle Cehn'to's hair. 

"Why does everyone pet me when they say stuff like that?" he grumbles. Drawn up on his knees, one hand on the man cock and the other caressing the balls, he takes a few trial breaths before slipping his head under the water to kiss the tip.

"Ha, you sure have him pinned to a tree. Despite being talloru he doesn't actually go for head too readily. Much more of a cameiran." Qana'to giggles softly. "But since he's no longer able to hear our taunts, I suppose I can focus solely on you, and this hungry couras under your tail. You open easily for someone who has been on the road alone."

Mahao'li shivers as he feels Cehn'to's lips press against his head, purring soflty and rubbing up against his mouth. "A cameiran? I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the word", he whispers, sucking in a breath as Cehn'to takes his head into his mouth. "And while I traveled alone, I still met other sathir, and had my own devices for when there were none nearby - did you not see me using one on Rhaefi'a when you were watching us?"

"I wasn't watching your hands very closely, honestly. I was more focused on Rhaefi'a's face, and on maintaining my half of the conversation with the guests that were in the spring with me." He scoots in until his whole flank is pressed up to Mahao'li. "As to cameiran, it's just the word meiran with a masculinizing prefix. Means the same thing as meiran or 'mare:' an agreeable guy who gets mounted by his friends, but it emphasizes a more masculine physical presence rather than being someone softer and more feminine."

Mahao'li nods, himself pressing against Qana'to as the other man moves closer. "Ahh, I had never heard that usage before. Thank you for the explanation. And Rhaefi'a was making wonderful faces, wasn't he?" 

"He always does," he replies. "As I think I said then, I owe you a whale-sized thanks for taking such good care of him. However you'd like it..."

Mahao'li smirks, pausing his stroking to give Qana'to's length a squeeze. "Whale sized eh? Well, it was what he deserved as a reward for taking good care of me on my arrival, so no thanks are necessary. If you're insistent though, I will accept then in whatever way you see fit, Ruunte Qana'to."

"Guuuuuuuuh!" Cehn'to's sudden surfacing and spastic breath sends water everywhere. "How long were you going to hold me down there for, ruunte? I about drowned."

"Until he said I could mount him. You got lucky on that count, cajah." He smirks as Cehn'to catches his breath—the redhead's cheeks always flushed a bit when he was turned on from getting pushed around—and pried his finger out of Mahao'li's hole in preparation. "If you wanted a shot at getting him in you you needed to earn it, didn't you?"

It was always a blessing to have two hands. One for each of them.

"Drowned? Or choked?" Mahao'li smirks, reaching up and caressing Cehn'to's cheek, tracing a thumb across his lips. "I was wondering why you scooted closer, Ruunte Qana'to - here I thought it was because you wanted to be close to me."

"Merely being 'close' after all of this buildup would not be even remotely enough to satisfy me at this point." He purrs and rubs the base of Mahao'li's tail. "And Cehn'to just happened to make a good hitching post to attach you to while I'm getting ready..."

Mahao'li purrs, flicking his tail playfully at Qana'to as the man massages him. "True, he makes for an excellent hitching post. Your staff have all been wonderful in that regard."

Cehn'to looks almost dazed with a half-formed grin plastered across his face. "It would be easier if he were out of the water..."

"And? This is about the guest's comfort, not ours," Qana'to retorts. "If he wants to stay in the warm water, that's where you'll suck him off."

"Uh. Yes, sir. Of course," he replies in muted tones, staring at Mahao'li and preparing to settle back into the water. "We are here to serve, xoansa."

Mahao'li purrs, smiling and reaching out to pet Cehn'to's damp hair once more, tugging him closer to offer him a quick kiss. "Poor thing - If you ask nicely, maybe I will let you stay above water."

“You’re as bad as Hrevna’a….” Cehn’to protests before swallowing and muttering, “Please, satihr. I want to suck your cock.”

“Good boy,” Qana’to cackles.

Mahao’li smirks, shifting up and back to rest in Qana’to’s lap, grinding against his length as he does so. His cock now bobbing above the waterline, he uses the hand still on Cehn’to’s head to guide him down towards it. “Well done, good boy. Lucky for you, I have another way to stay warm.”

Cehn’to flicks his ears and smiles. If he was pretending not to enjoy being tested like this, he can no longer maintain the ruse. “Xoansa satihr’zi poriyo zaio!” He scoots forward and presses his mouth to the head in a thankful kiss, before pushing his hand down under Mahao’li to grab the ruunte by the base of the cock. “I’ll hold it so you can slide on, sir.” With that he grabs the guest’s cock with his lips again and bobs with a happy purr.

Startled noises from behind Mahao’li imply that this was unexpected, though the ruunte doesn’t protest and instead just hugs his new lover tightly from behind.

Mahao’li purrs happily, sighing in pleasure as Cehn’to’s lips return to his cock. He leans back against Qana’to, catching his lips in a kiss as he grinds tauntingly against his head. “Mmm, even grinding just like so feels wonderful.”

"Come now, don't make me eat my words. I'd hate to look like a hypocrite in from of Cehn'to when I pushed you down onto the shaft for my own selfish pleasure." He chuckles and bucks upward playfully as his tip passes over the entrance during Mahao'li's grinding.

“Well, since you asked nicely” he replies, trailing off as he repositions in Qana’to’s lap. He moans softly as he feels his tip press against his entrance again, pressing down until Qana’to’s head pops into him. “Aaahh…”

Fiwjah, Qana'to mutters as the pressure on his cockhead increases and then suddenly relaxes slightly. He holds the man's hips to steady his descent and it takes all his discipline not to buck upwards. "Ahh, thank you..."

“Aaah, you’re most welcome, talhon,” Mahao’li moans out as he slides the rest of the way onto Qana’to’s length, shuddering slightly as h reaches the base

Cehn'to snorts audibly at Mahao'li's reply, causing a small splash of bubbles on the water's surface under his nose. He looks up at Mahao'li without taking his mouth off his cock, offering a smirk and nod of encouragement. The hunter had intuited how best to get the ruunte ready to rut, it seemed, and Cehn'to himself was inclined to earn a snack. He licked at the underside of the head in his mouth and bobbed shallowly while the man worked his way down the shaft under him. "Mmm!" was all he could manage, but perhaps it was enough of a clue.

Mahao'li shudders at Cehn'to's movements between his legs, cock twitching in pleasure, smiling at the other keeper's approval of his tactics. He reached his hand out once more to rest on the other's head, massaging behind his ears as he settled to the base of Qana'to's cock, shifting slowly as he adjusted to the length filling him.

He purrs and sinks a little lower, holding his breath as his face slipped under the water. This was a good bit easier before the man had hilted himself and was further of the water but—Cehn'to hardly cared. He enjoyed the feeling of a firm shaft on his tongue—and especially after the ruunte had taunted him, felt the need to prove it. What kind of Keeper warrior didn't like doing this, after all? He grimaced in concentration and lowered himself further. Just because he'd rather have it in the other end—his thoughts drifted for a moment to the idea of this playful hunter nestled under his tail, bucking into him, and he felt himself throb against the floor of the hot spring's basin. Rhaefi'a had looked totally out of breath when he'd seen him earlier. This man certainly was plenty confident in riding Qana'to's cock, but Cehn'to could show him a thing or two about that....

Huh, he thought to himself suddenly. Maybe the ruunte is right, and I am a little overly competitive.

Qana'to purred in time to Cehn'to's purrs and nuzzled their lover's neck. "He likes you, sounds like. Can't say I disagree with him, either," he murmured. Pinned under the man, he couldn't thrust especially well, though in his excitement that was perhaps a blessing. He'd have already filled the man twice after all this anticipation. Instead he focused his energy on tweaking the man's nipples as he settled onto the cock inside him. "You are... going to be very popular here, Mahao'li. I have a feeling."

Mahao'li makes a surprised gasp as Qana'to's fingers tweak his nipples, arching his back slightly and leaning into the Keeper beneath him. He begins to bounce in his lap slowly, using the movement to thrust further between Cehn'to's eager lips as he did. "Ahhh....you flatter me, Ruunte Qana'to. But I'm glad he does. I- I'm certainly enjoying him, and you. You're both proving....very skilled at what you do."

“Me?” he drawled, biting the man’s shoulder. After a moment, he spoke again. “I’m just sitting here. You are doing all the work.”

Strictly, of course, that wasn’t true. He was thrusting, shallowly, and playing with his guest’s chest. But he didn’t need the credit, and if his guest was going to be so precocious in playing with him and his fellows, then the ruunte should praise and encourage that. He didn’t run a shrine of celibacy, after all.

“This feels even better than I had anticipated when I first saw that handsome man cross my threshold this afternoon.”

“Aaaa~ nnghhhh….” Mahao’li lets out another surprised noise, quickly shifting it into a moan as Qana’to’s teeth find their mark. “You are doing plenty of it, talhon.” He replies, letting his eyes slide closed. 

“And that’s because you were still inside when I did.” He answers again as Qana’to resumes praising him.

“We have these amazing new gadgets here at the shrine,” Qana’to said, grunting as he starting thrusting harder at the sound of the man’s shudder, “called windows. You look out them when your nekhucte calls out a greeting to see if the new guest is hot, for example.” He shifted his hands behind him for more leverage. “And then you lose a bet with one of the monks over whether the hot new guy will get friendly with the nekhucte before you are able to get outside and enjoy the show.”

“Well, I’m sor-“ he begins, before cutting through his words with louder moans. “I’m sorry for costing you your bet, but he warned that reward. What did you wager?”

“A massage,” he replied, giggling. “Never bet anything you aren’t prepared to lose, after all. And don’t apologize. A couple of the staff got nice hard-ons when Rhaefi’a stumbled inside bright red and out of breath and said what he’d just enjoyed. That alone is a service to a bholbhenah. Arousal is sacred here.”

Mahao’li giggles in reply, nodding. A massage sounds like an excellent bet - and if it’s…. Anything like this, you’re still winning in my opinion.” He pets Cehn’to’s head in emphasis at this.

“Yes, that seems likely,” he replied with a laugh. “I‘ll have to ask Rhaefi’a for tips.” He slowed and raised his voice, making sure the redhead bobbing in the water could hear. “Unless, of course, you think the man on your dick right now is better at it.”

Cehn’to raised his head out the water just enough to pout at the both of them before splashing back down and taking the whole length into his mouth. Moon’s tits, I hate when he reads my mind.

Mahao'li chuckles, turning his head to smirk at the man behind him before replying, moaning as Cehn'to redoubled his efforts. "I don't know.... mnf, Rhaefi'a gave me an...ngh... exemplary welcome. It will be very - ah... hard to beat that boy's hunting skills."  

“Hunting skills?” He shrugged and let it go, though. The sensation of the man bucking and riding on his cock was too intense to sustain focus on little discrepancies like that. Cehn’to had moved his hand to caress the ruunte’s balls, and Qana’to was very happy to let those drive him instead.

“You know, Rhaefi is happy just trading blowjobs, but this one between your legs is harder to satisfy. You’ll have to get under his tail to satisfy him.” He smirked as Cehn’to wiggled a bit. He was not hard to read. “I’m surprised he hasn’t already tried to make you breed him.”

“Not about my pleasure, is it, xoansa Qana’to? It’s about the guest’s!” The snarky smirk on his face as he said it, one hand still pumping Mahao’li under the water, was enough to spoil honey. Nonetheless, his tail stuck high out of the water at the suggestion.

 Subtlety of interest was not a virtue often practiced here, one might reasonably surmise.

“Is that so? Well, lucky for you i derive pleasure from that of my lovers.” Mahao’li smiles at the boy between his legs, reaching forward to grab him and tug him into his lap, grinding up into him.

The man hisses in surprise at that retort, clambering into the guest’s lap without any hesitation and lowering his hips to rub his entrance on the cock beneath him. “Then—then it’s my duty to take you inside meeeeee—ah!” Spreading himself with both hands, he sits heavily onto the thick cock. Unnatural slickness hastens the entry. Apparently the temple guard had already lubed his entrance before coming out here, though when he’d had the opportunity to do so discreetly was a mystery.

 “Oh, Lover’s grace, finally….”

Mahao'li sighs heavily, closing his eyes in bliss as Cehn'to lowers himself onto his length, the lube already present letting him slide to the base of his cock with ease. He moves his hips, shuddering in bliss as the movement gave pleasure to both his cock and his hole.

"...finally? If you'd wanted to be mounted that badly, camerian, you could have begged."

"What did we just say about having to serve your pleasure first?" Cehn'to groused as he adjusted his hips and flexed in time to Mahao'li's thrusting. "Besides, I wasn't about to let you leave here thinking Rhaefi was the only one who could suck a dick..." A tense but pleased sigh escaped him as he felt another thrust upward into him. "That's... ah! There!"

Mahao'li chuckles at Cehn'to's grousing, giving him a particularly hard thrust in response, shuddering in pleasure as he falls into a rhythm. "Yes yes, that it's about my pleasure. Had you though to ask what I enjoy, though, you could have saved yourself the waiting." He gives the boy's tail a playful tug. "Although, if you're insistent on competing with Rhaefi'a for the best blowjon, I will gladly play judge as long as you two desire."

“And the boys think I’m exacting,” Qana’to muttered through his purrs and bucking. The three of them had settled into a rhythm finally, and he was largely content to close his eyes and enjoy the way Mahao’li flexed and twisted atop him. He paused every few moments to lean forward and plant a kiss on the man’s back. “I’m going to have you give a lecture to the students of the shrine when we’re done, Mahao’li. You get the tenets better than they do.” Cehn’to was fun to tease, but it was not totally untrue. Their guest did seem unusually well attuned to the shrine’s philosophy. “This can’t have been your first visit to a waxing shrine. You sound like one of us already.”

Mahao'li shook his head, blushing at the compliment. "There he goes again with the flattery - You're already balls deep inside me, Ruunte Qana'to. Any more of this and you'll make me burst before Cehn'to's had a chance to enjoy himself." He plant's a kiss on the back of the strawberry-blond's neck. "And I never have, no; the Calamity halted my orbit, and I never made it to a Bholbenah before this one."

"Oh, I don't think you bursting is going to diminish Cehn'to's fun in the least," Qana'to retorted, to a frantic nod from Cehn'to. "And to the contrary, I would very much enjoy it, though you might take me over the edge with you."

Mahao'li chuckles at Cehn'to's eagerness, driving his length into the miqo'te with more passion, shuddering as he feels Qana'to mirror the motion. "Mmmm, dragging you over the edge feels like a reward unto itself, Ruunte Qana'to - I -ah -may have to take you up on that challenge"

"Probably for the best, with dinner to be done soon," Qana'to replies in the erratic quaver of poorly maintained composure. "Though if you think I'll be sated of you just from this, you're woefully wrong. If you want to earn that second bead, you had best get used to sitting in this hot spring."

”Heh, I did agree to do whatever you deemed necessary to earn that bead - I’ll gladly spend that time in here.” He smirks and pulls on Cehnto’s tail before continuing. “ Are you sure about Cehnto here enjoying me blowing already? He hasn’t said as much.”

"Just—give me a moment longer to catch up to you..." Cehn'to rasped with a husky, pressured voice. "I mean—if you want," he said quickly, to avoid another playful rap against from the shrine's leader. "I-it's going to feel good regardless, but if I just...." He trailed off with a pleasant whimper. "Please cum, xoansa."

"See? Told you," Qana'to said with a delighted purr. "He's been a good boy. I think you should fill him."

Mahao'li hums approvingly, closing his eyes as he focuses on the pleasure building between his legs as Cehn'to squeezed around his length. "Ahhh, as you wish, Ruunte Qana'to." he moans softly, bucking into the blonde keeper with increasing need. With a gasp, he pressed his length forward, hooking his hand into the boy's hair and holding him in place as the pleasure cascaded over him, releasing the cum that had been pent up since earlier that afternoon. "Aaaaaahhhh! ....Hhhhngggggg~"

Qana'to made no comment beyond laying back onto his elbows, the better to thrust upward. He grunted quietly and closed his eyes in lazy satisfaction. "Ooh, that one sounded intense, satihr. We need to milk you more regularly, I think." He giggled and thrust upward again.

Cehn'to, meanwhile, was totally enthralled. His left hand furiously tugged at his own cock as he pushed backward into Mahao'li's thrusts, and his right covered his face as the throbbing in his hole overwhelmed him. He bounced once, twice, then nearly tipped over and let Mahao'li do the moving as he tried to stay upright. He came into the water a few seconds later, with a heavy sigh of satisfaction that sent his whole body shaking. "Poriyo... thank you."

Manao’li collapses forward onto the other keeper, panting as his thrusting slowed down, the last of his load draining into Cehn’to’s eager body. “Ahhh…. You’re welcome, camerian”. He purrs as he feels Qana'to continue to move in him, leaning onto the man beneath him to let Qana'to continue his ministrations. "So, Ruunte Qana'to....was that enough to pull you over the edge?"

"Ah," Qana'to mutters sheepishly, looking down into the water. "Well, I was certainly emotionally excited enough, but I find it difficult, ah—"

"He can't finish unless he's actively bucking. Talhon has to cover his meiran if you're gonna get the good juice out of him." Cehn'to's smirk at sharing this detail could curdle milk.

"Not always, just—most of the time," Qana'to retorted. "It was really fun! I loved it. Don't take it as anything less. I just don't usually finish unless I'm... active." He squints at Cehn'to. "A fact that the monks find very funny for some reason."

"And I'm not good enough a bottom to be the exception? Tragic - I guess there is a limit to how much flattery he can throw at me." Mahao'li murmurs, smirking conspiratorially at the keeper still settled in his lap. "Well, I guess you finishing then will depend on if this cameiran has had his fill, or wants to stay seated for another round~"

"Oh, I'll be down here forever, then," Qana'to says with a melodramatic sigh. "You'll never pull out if he has his way."

"Just for that, I'm staying put until dinner!" Cehn'to growled, wriggling his butt slightly and laughing. "You two are my prisoners now!"

Mahao'li grins, turning to face Qana'to behind him. "Well, since you've been insistent it's your task to tend to my pleasure, and my pleasure is tied to having your balls be emptied before we leave this pool, you'd better figure out a way to get Cehn'to off me~" He accents his comment with another playful thrust into the bottom, moaning at how easily his cum let him glide.

"Haaaa—aaah! Sensitive..."

Qana'to titters. "I think you may have done the work for me. He struggles a bit with being bred after he's already cum himself." He playfully taps his forehead against Mahao'li's shoulder. "Clever satihr, already calling his bluffs."

"Sacam'a fushe," Cehn'to swears under his breath. "He's probably more hypersensitive than I am, Qana'to. You heard how he moaned."

"Are you willing to test that theory?" Mahao'li chuckles, rolling his hips forward again. "The ruins of Amdapor are a lonely place, and one learns to build up stamina to maximize their time with any saithir who wanders into his camp."

The orange-haired bottom of their little train and top of their dogpile absolutely does not want to risk any further sensitivity—jaa'ya fushethi, though, this is kinda hot. Cehn'to groans in indecision. "Try me, gusatihr," he saya with a pant. "I'm a guard here. We have our own needs for physical stamina."

Mahao'il smirked and began thrusting into the keeper in his lap with renewed vigor. "As you wish; lets see what the cameiran of Qana'to's herd are made of." He moans as he drives his cock against Cehn'to's prostate, reaching a hand around the man to wrap around his length. "Can the warriors of the Limsa'li Bholbenah  handle attacks from two fronts, I wonder?"

Cehn’to is another kind of warrior entirely. Tougher stuff than this amateur hunter could imagine! A peerless combatant, resilient and stalwart, unswayed by mere discomfort! Such a warrior would laugh in the face of so meager a stratagem as grabbing an extremely sensitive dick and—

“Ahhh! I yield!” he yelps, sucking his teeth and squirming. “Ah, stop! It’s really sensitive!” He had held out for several seconds. That was really quite a feat. “I’ll hop off and let the ruunte rail you, just please stoooop!”

Mahao'li grins giving the other man's cock one last stroke before releasing it. He flicks his ears as he leans back against Qana'to's chest, giving Cehn'to space to climb off of him. "I'm impressed. You lasted longer than I expected, given how much you were shaking the moment my finger's curled around you. A mighty warrior of great stamina, indeed."

He reaches a hand out to ruffle Cehn'to's hair, chuclking softly. "Good job, Cehn'to. Well done."

It takes all Qana’to’s strength not to snicker as the two pull apart. “Poor guy,” he says instead, with only a slight hitch of amusement in his voice. “Too much of a good thing, I guess.”

 He flexes and shifts as their threesome breaks apart, shaking out his legs and realigning his spine. “Ah, there we go!” He purrs. “Now, if you want some time to recover, Mahao’li, go ahead. I wouldn’t want you to feel as sensitive as he was.”

Mahao’li sighs as he rises, muscles aching from being in the same position for so long. He shakes out his limbs for a moment, before turning and gazing over his shoulder at Qana’to, admiring his still hard cock poking from the water. He chuckles and shakes his head, dipping back down into the water. “I appreciate the concern, Ruunte Qana’to, but as I said, I still have stamina left. Besides, I don’t know that Hrevna’a would appreciate me making us late for supper.”

Qana’to is still stretching. “Fair enough. If you have the stamina, then I certainly won’t complain.” Suddenly he lurches from the pool with a hiss at the cold air and staggers off to a low shelf. He returns a moment later, striking himself. “It seemed likely a refresh on lube was due,” he explains as he steps into the water. “Now, if you’re still up for it: shall I?”

Mahao’li nods, bracing himself against the edge of the bath. “Like I said, we aren’t leaving this pool until your balls have been emptied, Ruunte Qana’to.”

“So you did,” Qana’to agrees, sidling up behind him and spreading the proffered cheeks. “And I ought to thank you for letting me finish even after you came.” His words lilt deliriously as he slides back inside the warrior. He grabs Mahao’li by the base of his tail and thrusts experimentally, checking to see if the man really was able to tolerate being mounted after finishing. “How’s it feel?” he murmurs, almost to himself.

Mahao’li shudders as Qana’to’s lengths fills him again, gasping softly as the other man tugs on his tail. “Ahhh…that feels really good.” He replies. Between his legs, his own cock twitches, creeping to attention once more. “And you’re most welcome, Ruunte Qana’to.”

If there were a hotter position, Qana’to wouldn’t know what it might be. A handsome satihr bent over in a public bath, tail in Qana’to’s fist, insisting on being mounted right there: it was enough that his head was swimming with excitement. His concern about his lover’s discomfort melted away at the sound of the man’s pleasant gasp and reassurance. He closes his eyes and thrusts harder. “Goddess, you are amazing,” he whispers as he lets himself drown in the mating instinct. “Just amazing.”

Mahao’li moans softly with each thrust into him, cock now fully erect beneath him. He lets his eyes slide closed as Qana’to works him, losing himself in the bliss of instinct. He lets his hand wander back to his cock, tugging it in time with the Ruunte’s thrusts. “Ahhh…no, you are amazing….”

“Ah, you want me to keep us here for a bit?” His voice vibrates with the force of his thrusts now, and he pauses every few words to moan and whimper. “I can try to cum quickly, if you want… but if you’re playing with your own down there already, maybe I should let you catch up to me?”

 The time of his voice is nearly reverent as he notes that Mahao’li is touching himself. Clearly that is a way to his heart—or at least his dick.

Mahao’li nods shakily, voicing a response between heavy breaths. “Ahh…no need…to rush. We’ve both been waiting all…day for this.” His cock is now fully hard, and he eagerly pumps it at Qana’to’s offer.

"Both?" he replies between thrust. "That is very pleasant to hear. The way you talked earlier I had almost thought you were letting me breed you as a favor."

Mahao'li smirks over this shoulder at the other man, flicking his tail playfully. "Oh, no, you're correct. I am letting you breed me as a favour. That doesn't mean I can't enjoy the favour myself, though."

"By that logic, surely I could be breeding you as the favor, instead, though? And merely enjoying it as a happenstance? Who is to say who is giving who the favor?" It makes horrendous pillow-talk, but the logic games do help him last a bit, which is sorely needed when he's been edged since they got in this pool.

"Well, given you've been hard 90% of the time that I've known you, and given I have cum already, I think that I'd classify getting you off as a favour, Ruunte Qana'tooo...." His response is interrupted by a long, low moan as he feels Qana'to shift, the man's head rubbing against his prostate. None the less, he grins at the other keeper between heavy breaths.

Without a word, he cocks his head and looks at Cehn’to, before closing his eyes and picking up his rhythm. The shonjate obediently sidles up to Mahao’li’s side and reaches under him to grab the man’s balls and massage them.

“You sound pretty eager yourself, satihr. I’m not sure a wayward boner is nearly so meaningful as those noises you’re making while getting railed.”

He’ sees Cehn’to’s motion from the corner of his eye, so he’s ready and composed when the fingers wrap around his sack. None the less, it takes a great deal of effort not to moan, and Mahao’li contents himself to shuddering at the new sensation. “Were you not making the same moans and whimpers a moment ago, Ruunte Qana’to?”

“That would, at most, imply equivalency here rather than a favor from on of us to the other. Now be a good satihr and get ready to blow again for me.”

Mahao'li sighed and arched his back, flicking his tail playfully as the ther keeper men worked. "Isn't that your job, Ruune Qana'to, as the top here? If you want me to come for you, like a 'good sathir', you're going to have to work for it and earn it"

Qana'to doesn't respond verbally, but adjusts his grip on the man's hips and shifts to slower, more powerful thrusts, sinking himself as deep as he can on each one with a delighted grunt of effort.

A few seconds later, Cehn'to sighs and ducks under the satihr to wrap his lips around the bouncing cockhead with a playful giggle.

Mahao'li sighs contently, arching his back at Qana'to's slower, more deliberate movements. He lets his eyes slide closed, stroking himself to the rythm, before opeing them with a start and a gasp as he feels Cehn'to's lips wrap around his head. He shudders, releasing his shaft and leaning forward on both arms as the men begin their work with renewed vigor. "Ahhhh, Moon's mercy.... You two really want to earn another load from me, huh?"

Neither of them says anything, merely letting their monomaniacal focus on his cockhead and prostate, respectively, do the talking. Under the water, Cehn'to starts idly fingering his hole as Qana'to's thrust start to pick up pace again.