The rasp makes his cock throb even worse, and Estinien has no idea why. Something about him being battle-scarred and coarse. Dangerous. "I don't--isn't that your job," he mutters, feeling his pulse quicken. One hand reaches out to Gaius and then pulls back again to settle at his side. "To tell me where to go. You, the expert?"
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Date: 2022-08-17 02:01 am (UTC)