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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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.