A Musebox for Flying Squids

Gaius is not a loud man, but even he can be reduced to animal noise of pleasure, panting and swearing. He grabs where he can; with this legs pinned to Estinien's shoulder, that leaves his hands to grab onto the dragooon to try; he'll raise scratches in his grip, finger nails growing crook after the nail beds were burnt. Agony and ecstasy are brothers, after all.

When he comes it's with a shout, a sob of relief, and splatter of pale white come across his brown belly; a hard first jet and then the softer aftershocks as he opens his eyes only to see stars.