Gaius realizes, with dawning concern, that this is a lot for the man. That he is dealing with tangling feelings of both heart and body, and he doesn't quite know what end's up. But he welcomes him in his arms, shushing him gently before he kisses him again, a gentler press of his mouth.

"It's fine, Estinien," he said, coaxing him with gentler, slower kisses, taking his pleasure from the man's mouth and offering his reassurances too. "You do know I can get you were twice in a night, if I do things right."

Shh, shh, Wyrmblood, all is forgiven, communicated in the softer touches and softer voice, nuzzling. "It's so easy, isn't it? To suddenly feel the rush of blood, and have it carry you away in the wave. You'll learn stamina, Wyrmblood. Just give it time." He smirks softly, and then says, "Calm, calm, and you'll get the succor you crave again."