Valdeaulin would cringe - hell, so would Estinien - at how fast the fickle cat turns to an eager dog, ready to obey any commands. His teeth grind as he tries to stay silent, soft whimpers escaping him as Gaius sucks across his neck. Fine, on his front, anything you please.
His hands rest upon the man's bare shoulders, still slightly tacky from the cream.
Yet, the eagerness thrills Gaius like nothing has in weeks. Let him be wanted and desired, to be more than a walking corpse on a mission. Let him feel alive tangled up with the dragoon that he certainly should not be fucking. Let his heart's blood pound in his ears, and his body thrum with it. Let him live!
Having to come up to get the reserves of his oil, Gaius drops back on his haunches to dip a hand down between them teasing muscle to get it to relax, gentle but insistent.
"Relax, and this will go more smoothly, Ser Wyrmblood, and you will get 'that trick' that much faster."
The man relaxes surprisingly easily - he knows what's coming this time, and knows it'll be good for him. Gaius would be lucky to have such a responsive soldier under him, though this one would not be nearly loyal enough for the Empire's tastes. A warrior, but not a soldier.
His hair twists about over his face as he lifts his hips up, trying to get more of that sweet friction, one hand already on his own cock.
"Slow, slow, Ser, or you'll end your fun too quickly," Gaius says, putting his other hand over Estinien's to slow his own touch. "I promise you, I will give you what you crave."
After all, Gaius' own dark cock is up and hot against his thigh -- it isn't as if this man doesn't want things as badly, crave Estinien as hungrily as the elezen desires him. He does. He just has more discipline about it; it is not so new to him, after all.
But it is wonderful to be able to give it to him, to feel him relax and eagerly accept, until he is spreading his fingers to open him up, making a small hum of pleasure at the body's obedience. "You take it so well," he murmurs in something like appreciation. "A blessing for both of us."
"I told you," Estinien says with haggared breath. "There's nothing you can do that will break me."
As if this is only about pain tolerance, rather than mutual pleasure. The man's horny as all get out, sure, but the actual notion of pleasure is still...very strange.
"It's not about pain," Gaius said, pressing another hot kiss to the dragoon's neck. "It's about the opposite of pain, of willingness to accept things that feel good. But I understand one measuring one's life in what one can survive, rather than being allowed to thrive and enjoy."
Still, Estinien is more than ready, muscle yielding and body all but begging to have Gaius fill that emptiness. So he does, shifting position over him until his cock drags along Estinien's thigh. A moment later he pushes in, taking his time. Last night was feverish and rushed, wild and frenzied with a man who didn't understand what joy his body could give him. Now, it's about letting him enjoy it, take his time with it, unravel him on his cock and watch him take the joy of it.
This is why he wanted Estinien on his back; he wanted to see the play of pleasure over his finely chiseled face, see him need Gaius in a way he hasn't been in years. He needs to see that he can, in this moment, be allowed to make someone happy instead of simply fulfilling a duty.
Estinien's jaw drops. Any protests he might have are pushed out of him with the slow slide of that thick member inside him. He lets out a quavering breath and bends back, iron grip like to leave bruises in Gaius's arms. It's somehow worse when it's slow, more agonizingly good - no flicker of white hot pain to distract him.
The rush of it, feeling the body arch under him until's chest-to-chest with the elezen, nearly drives Gaius mad on the spot. Watching his face work through the feeling and the emotion, the overwhelming pleasure from it all... it's beautiful, but it's also heady. Fills him with a sense of power and strength he hasn't felt in some time.
Here, at least, Gaius can call himself a good man who helps guide his newfound friend to things never experienced, places never before explored. He drops to his elbow, pressing Estinien down under him, though he kept a hand on Estinien's back.
"You're gorgeous like this," comes out Gaius starts to thrust, taking it slow, making him feel it. His voice is hushed -- he speaks not praise nor false compliment, but utters it like he has been blessed by the viewing.
Estinien tries to speak but it comes out as a strained mouse-like squeak. By Elezen standards he was as rough-hewn as untreated wood, a mangy mongrel in from the cold - and no one who knew him called him gorgeous. Or anything soft at all. The man's powerful legs wrap around Gaius's waist, so tight he can feel the strength that lets the man jump twenty feet in the air without effort.
He feels undone on his man's cock and what's worse, being undone feels wonderful. He's baffled by it.
With Estinien clamped to his hips, Gaius grunts and shifts position--getting his knees under them both. One hand on his back, and the other keeping him down tight to his body, hand fisting in Estinien's hair as they fuck. With his new angle, he changes pace from slow and deep to a steady, rhythmic thrust, cock like a piston.
"I've got you, Estinien," he says, breath hot against his pointed ear as his left hand still supports him from below, holding him at the angle he needs to fuck him straight into the ground. "Right there, so deep-- so good."
Estinien yields to him so easily, grunting out a stiff plea for 'more'. More cock, more force, more of that hand in his hair twisting and pulling him down.
It feels as if the man's knocking the breath out of him with every hard, heavy thrust. He can't focus, and he bends upward to catch Gaius's lips in a hard kiss so something will muffle the sound of his moaning.
The kiss startles him; puts him off his rhythm as Estinien finds his peak in a rush, leaving Gaius hard and unfinished as Estinien's body goes through it's spasms and then comes down. He eases him down, slipping free reluctantly, and then finds himself at the elezen's side.
"Haven't taught you that yet," Gaius murmurs. He wasn't sure it would be wanted-- sex was one something, it didn't have to be intimate or caring. It was simply sex. But kissing made it somewhat different, required a few onzes more of truth. "You alright, then? Blood got up a little fast."
Estinien goes from blissful to miserable in a heartbeat. He'd lost control too fast, for the second time, and this time Gaius wouldn't even do him the dignity of fucking him through it and taking his own release. "It--it's nothing, you--you were too--" He fumbles for words, pulled towards wanting to simply beg Gaius's forgiveness for whatever his fickle body had done to mess things up for the both of them. Gaius speaks as if this was an unwanted error and Estinien has no idea what he did, save for climaxing before his time. He doesn't want to beg--but he wants to be forgiven all the same.
Gaius realizes, with dawning concern, that this is a lot for the man. That he is dealing with tangling feelings of both heart and body, and he doesn't quite know what end's up. But he welcomes him in his arms, shushing him gently before he kisses him again, a gentler press of his mouth.
"It's fine, Estinien," he said, coaxing him with gentler, slower kisses, taking his pleasure from the man's mouth and offering his reassurances too. "You do know I can get you were twice in a night, if I do things right."
Shh, shh, Wyrmblood, all is forgiven, communicated in the softer touches and softer voice, nuzzling. "It's so easy, isn't it? To suddenly feel the rush of blood, and have it carry you away in the wave. You'll learn stamina, Wyrmblood. Just give it time." He smirks softly, and then says, "Calm, calm, and you'll get the succor you crave again."
In the afterglow of both orgasm and shame, Estinien finds himself melting into the comfort that Gaius gives him. It's hard to think in this man's presence but in a soft way, like melting into an overly soft mattress - not the horrific maelstrom that was having Nidhogg screaming in the back of his head 24/7. His head tips up for the kisses and his fingers are light against Gaius's hip, only slowly trailing down to that erection he'd so misused.
More dangerous than Black Rose stilling the aether within a body, more dangerous that rushing Zenos yae Galvus. This is soft, and comforting, and warming. There is no quicker death of a soldier than 'comfort.' But he slides his arm behind the shoulders of the dragoon, hand up to cradle the back of his head, while the other curls at his side, a pressure as he kisses him.
The drift cooling fingers over his hearted skin, so cool, is a delicious sort of agony, leaving every nerve alight with sensation -- and the man hasn't even gotten to his dick yet.
Estinien's hands are callused, but at least they're warmer than the night air. Against such sensitive skin Gaius might be able to even pick out the places where they've been scarred or burned by dragonfire, if he has enough focus for matters. Estinien strokes him slowly, almost respectfully, drinking down kisses with ease as he feels his heart rate come down from its furious pounding.
He'll make it up to this man, he will. He will prove himself and get a good mark in sex, which is definitely a normal thing to want and possible to achieve.
It is sort of achievable, measured in his partner's satisfaction. There is soft pants of breath once Estinien gets to his still slick erection, touching the hottest part of him after the cool night air drifts on overheated skin. Unlike Estinien, this is one of the few places he isn't burned -- the lines of his armors codpiece are seared into his thighs, but thankfully, the flames did not rob him of this sort of pleasure.
Mouthing along Estinien's jaw, he comes up to one long, pointed ear and drags his tongue along the underside of it before he nips gently. Definitely a first for him, those ears -- but there's so much to bite and nibble.
Well, thank the Fury for small mercies. Estinien's already had enough of this dick to know its loss would be a loss to the whole star. He lets out a soft moan at the tiny nibble, and his hands lose their rhythm for a moment before recapturing it. "Tell me if--if it's done wrong," he whispers, pressing a knee between Gaius's thighs as Gaius had done to him. Gaius will feel the slickness against Estinien's leg of their previous joining.
"Y-- you're doing fine, Estinien," Gaius said, smiling against his neck, "More than fine."
With a slick thigh to rut against against and Estinien's steady stroking, Gaius lets himself give over for a change, living instead of skin instead of working to keep sensation at bay-- some of it hurt (the tightness of the skin over his shoulders, burns and nerve damage) but the focal point is his cock all but scalding Estinien's palm.
"Ah, t--there, there-- just--" He's got it just right, Gaius's hands tightening on him for a moment before he finally comes to a remarkably quiet and peaceful climax, giving Estinien the approval he needs in a loan, satisfied groan.
Estinien's eyes are fixed on his face as he comes. There's an analytical bend to his features, as if he's trying to memorize them. "Next time," he says in a low voice, pressing his forehead against the side of Gaius's head. "I want to try your trick for myself."
See what it's like on the other side, to slide inside him and see his head bend back. He's not as big as Gaius but Estinien's very aware of how much power is in those legs of his, and perhaps the difference can be made up that way.
Gaius' yellow moon eyes open once it's past-- and this time it's his turn to draw Estinien in for a long, hot kiss. It's sort of his answer, but he'll put it into words, too, once he's done with Estinien's mouth.
"We can do that," he promises, tucking a lock of hair beyond Estinien's pointed ear, before he runs a finger along it's length. "another night. We're nearly to a village, they'll have an in. Would be nice to do this in the comfort of a bed."
Also so those powerful legs don't rupture anything.
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His hands rest upon the man's bare shoulders, still slightly tacky from the cream.
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Having to come up to get the reserves of his oil, Gaius drops back on his haunches to dip a hand down between them teasing muscle to get it to relax, gentle but insistent.
"Relax, and this will go more smoothly, Ser Wyrmblood, and you will get 'that trick' that much faster."
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His hair twists about over his face as he lifts his hips up, trying to get more of that sweet friction, one hand already on his own cock.
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After all, Gaius' own dark cock is up and hot against his thigh -- it isn't as if this man doesn't want things as badly, crave Estinien as hungrily as the elezen desires him. He does. He just has more discipline about it; it is not so new to him, after all.
But it is wonderful to be able to give it to him, to feel him relax and eagerly accept, until he is spreading his fingers to open him up, making a small hum of pleasure at the body's obedience. "You take it so well," he murmurs in something like appreciation. "A blessing for both of us."
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As if this is only about pain tolerance, rather than mutual pleasure. The man's horny as all get out, sure, but the actual notion of pleasure is still...very strange.
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Still, Estinien is more than ready, muscle yielding and body all but begging to have Gaius fill that emptiness. So he does, shifting position over him until his cock drags along Estinien's thigh. A moment later he pushes in, taking his time. Last night was feverish and rushed, wild and frenzied with a man who didn't understand what joy his body could give him. Now, it's about letting him enjoy it, take his time with it, unravel him on his cock and watch him take the joy of it.
This is why he wanted Estinien on his back; he wanted to see the play of pleasure over his finely chiseled face, see him need Gaius in a way he hasn't been in years. He needs to see that he can, in this moment, be allowed to make someone happy instead of simply fulfilling a duty.
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Here, at least, Gaius can call himself a good man who helps guide his newfound friend to things never experienced, places never before explored. He drops to his elbow, pressing Estinien down under him, though he kept a hand on Estinien's back.
"You're gorgeous like this," comes out Gaius starts to thrust, taking it slow, making him feel it. His voice is hushed -- he speaks not praise nor false compliment, but utters it like he has been blessed by the viewing.
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He feels undone on his man's cock and what's worse, being undone feels wonderful. He's baffled by it.
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"I've got you, Estinien," he says, breath hot against his pointed ear as his left hand still supports him from below, holding him at the angle he needs to fuck him straight into the ground. "Right there, so deep-- so good."
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It feels as if the man's knocking the breath out of him with every hard, heavy thrust. He can't focus, and he bends upward to catch Gaius's lips in a hard kiss so something will muffle the sound of his moaning.
It makes him come far too quickly.
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"Haven't taught you that yet," Gaius murmurs. He wasn't sure it would be wanted-- sex was one something, it didn't have to be intimate or caring. It was simply sex. But kissing made it somewhat different, required a few onzes more of truth. "You alright, then? Blood got up a little fast."
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"It's fine, Estinien," he said, coaxing him with gentler, slower kisses, taking his pleasure from the man's mouth and offering his reassurances too. "You do know I can get you were twice in a night, if I do things right."
Shh, shh, Wyrmblood, all is forgiven, communicated in the softer touches and softer voice, nuzzling. "It's so easy, isn't it? To suddenly feel the rush of blood, and have it carry you away in the wave. You'll learn stamina, Wyrmblood. Just give it time." He smirks softly, and then says, "Calm, calm, and you'll get the succor you crave again."
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More dangerous than Black Rose stilling the aether within a body, more dangerous that rushing Zenos yae Galvus. This is soft, and comforting, and warming. There is no quicker death of a soldier than 'comfort.' But he slides his arm behind the shoulders of the dragoon, hand up to cradle the back of his head, while the other curls at his side, a pressure as he kisses him.
The drift cooling fingers over his hearted skin, so cool, is a delicious sort of agony, leaving every nerve alight with sensation -- and the man hasn't even gotten to his dick yet.
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He'll make it up to this man, he will. He will prove himself and get a good mark in sex, which is definitely a normal thing to want and possible to achieve.
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Mouthing along Estinien's jaw, he comes up to one long, pointed ear and drags his tongue along the underside of it before he nips gently. Definitely a first for him, those ears -- but there's so much to bite and nibble.
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With a slick thigh to rut against against and Estinien's steady stroking, Gaius lets himself give over for a change, living instead of skin instead of working to keep sensation at bay-- some of it hurt (the tightness of the skin over his shoulders, burns and nerve damage) but the focal point is his cock all but scalding Estinien's palm.
"Ah, t--there, there-- just--" He's got it just right, Gaius's hands tightening on him for a moment before he finally comes to a remarkably quiet and peaceful climax, giving Estinien the approval he needs in a loan, satisfied groan.
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See what it's like on the other side, to slide inside him and see his head bend back. He's not as big as Gaius but Estinien's very aware of how much power is in those legs of his, and perhaps the difference can be made up that way.
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"We can do that," he promises, tucking a lock of hair beyond Estinien's pointed ear, before he runs a finger along it's length. "another night. We're nearly to a village, they'll have an in. Would be nice to do this in the comfort of a bed."
Also so those powerful legs don't rupture anything.