A moment later, Gaius tilts his head back, turns, and sputters from a face full of silver as Estinien drops backward. But once he doesn't have a mouthful off hair he eases Estinien a little forward to let his softening cock slip free of the dragoon, then lets him settle again.

"I think we're going to be as well rested as we can be, come the morning," he says, arms soon crossed over Estinien's chest. "The water's going to start to get cold, though."