If only Gaius knew the thoughts-- he'd reassure, but he knows full well men have their pride. But he is giving Estinien the view he wants: that long neck bared, Gaius's mouth moving when he says something, the way his eyelashes flutter when he feels good.

Then it happens: Gaius's grip abruptly tightens, and his back is pulled taut at he writhes, sucking in a harsh breath. His eyes screw shut only to open wide, as Estinien thrusts in again. "Right-- right there, Estinien-- right-- right there--"