"I won't break you, Wyrmblood," Gaius assures, even though he's two fingers deep in the man, stroking back and forth with a slow rhythm. "Then again, you may break me with these thigh. I would say they're far more powerful then mine."

All that jumping gets you thighs like tree trunks. Beautiful, thick thighs. Gaius has found he's a fan already.

"No medicus need be called; I can get you there with hands and mouth," he said, before he dipped to lick a stripe from base to tip, mouth closing bac over it and sliding it deep into Gaius' throat. (His discipline is iron; his cock is hard, smalls damn with precome, but he ignores it. This was, after all, about showing the dragoon what pleasure he could have. If he doesn't get to fuck Estinien tonight, he will make damn sure that the man wants to come back for other nights, and then-- then he'll feel those powerful thighs crushing his hips.