Gaius didn't lie-- it's easier, if slower, and he can take his time with it. There's the friction of the water, the pull and acceptance of Estinien moving above him -- Gaius lets himself savor it, one hand drawing up along Estinien's chest and aross it as Gaius pressed soft kisses to the man's spine.

How long had it been since he was with someone like this, where the ache for them went bone deep? When he did not want to part from him? Rhitahtyn, perhaps, even if they were never afforded the chance to touch like this?