Estinien yields to him so easily, grunting out a stiff plea for 'more'. More cock, more force, more of that hand in his hair twisting and pulling him down.

It feels as if the man's knocking the breath out of him with every hard, heavy thrust. He can't focus, and he bends upward to catch Gaius's lips in a hard kiss so something will muffle the sound of his moaning.

It makes him come far too quickly.