Estinien tries to speak but it comes out as a strained mouse-like squeak. By Elezen standards he was as rough-hewn as untreated wood, a mangy mongrel in from the cold - and no one who knew him called him gorgeous. Or anything soft at all. The man's powerful legs wrap around Gaius's waist, so tight he can feel the strength that lets the man jump twenty feet in the air without effort.

He feels undone on his man's cock and what's worse, being undone feels wonderful. He's baffled by it.