Oh, finally. At least that's an action. Estinien fumbles his way out of his small clothes, laying back and bracing with his knees apart. He's got his hands into fists, as if he's preparing to undergo a medical procedure rather than be ravished.
"Now what?" he asks stiffly, feeling very awkward like this. Spread out for him, Gaius will be able to perceive the scars of his body - nothing new to a man who's fucked other soldiers, but by percentage a LOT of the healed wounds are burns.
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Date: 2022-08-17 02:48 am (UTC)"Now what?" he asks stiffly, feeling very awkward like this. Spread out for him, Gaius will be able to perceive the scars of his body - nothing new to a man who's fucked other soldiers, but by percentage a LOT of the healed wounds are burns.