Gaius is taking a moment there, cock seated in warm flesh. Blood is thundering in his ears, and his teeth are seizing his lip to make sure he doesn't make too much noise himself. But he leans over Estinien's back, keeping his hand on his shoulder as steadying pressure.
The next roll of his hips is tentative, but each stroke gets stronger, easier, smoother, as Gaius remembers what fucking was like. It's been a while, and if he's starting to make soft little sounds of pleasure of his own, little gasps and breaths. Gaius Baelsar is not made of stone; hard though he may be, he's still hot flesh and human needs, holding tight to Estinien as he finally finds his rhythm and things get easier.
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Date: 2022-08-19 03:24 pm (UTC)The next roll of his hips is tentative, but each stroke gets stronger, easier, smoother, as Gaius remembers what fucking was like. It's been a while, and if he's starting to make soft little sounds of pleasure of his own, little gasps and breaths. Gaius Baelsar is not made of stone; hard though he may be, he's still hot flesh and human needs, holding tight to Estinien as he finally finds his rhythm and things get easier.