"Y-- you're doing fine, Estinien," Gaius said, smiling against his neck, "More than fine."

With a slick thigh to rut against against and Estinien's steady stroking, Gaius lets himself give over for a change, living instead of skin instead of working to keep sensation at bay-- some of it hurt (the tightness of the skin over his shoulders, burns and nerve damage) but the focal point is his cock all but scalding Estinien's palm.

"Ah, t--there, there-- just--" He's got it just right, Gaius's hands tightening on him for a moment before he finally comes to a remarkably quiet and peaceful climax, giving Estinien the approval he needs in a loan, satisfied groan.