A shaft of moon light lances through the gap in the tent, catching Gaius' near-colorless pale gold eyes, and the silver pearl that is the mark of a pureblood Garlean. He looks up from Estinien's thighs, the other man's spit-slick cock against his lips as he just... smirks a little, before he lathes the tip of the dragoon's cock with his tongue.

"Are you sure," Gaius says, but adds a third finger slower, twisting now, making sure that he can relax powerful muscles. "You're close as it is. Let me finish you, and if you wish more, you can come back another."

Because he's certain he can make this man come without cock -- he'll just need to get himself off afterwards.