The first time this evening he felt as if he'd held back a tidal wave until he finally, finally let himself release. This time it breaks over him like the tide of the ocean (another strange new sensation, for a man in landlocked Ishgard) and he lets it happen in its own time, groaning Gaius's name once again as he lets himself climax.

The breath out afterward is slow, and he lets his hands unclench from the tub edges to fall to his sides, and then to lay hands upon Gaius's wrists.

"Good," he manages to mumble.