"Slow, slow, Ser, or you'll end your fun too quickly," Gaius says, putting his other hand over Estinien's to slow his own touch. "I promise you, I will give you what you crave."

After all, Gaius' own dark cock is up and hot against his thigh -- it isn't as if this man doesn't want things as badly, crave Estinien as hungrily as the elezen desires him. He does. He just has more discipline about it; it is not so new to him, after all.

But it is wonderful to be able to give it to him, to feel him relax and eagerly accept, until he is spreading his fingers to open him up, making a small hum of pleasure at the body's obedience. "You take it so well," he murmurs in something like appreciation. "A blessing for both of us."