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Re: Gaius and Estinien: An education

[eightlazylegs]

When they finally reach the village, and that inn, the next day a fight nearly breaks out. It's because there's only two rooms - Valdeualin insists he take the one with Gaius, while Estinien bunks with Severa. The innkeeper's wife finds it unseemly that Severa would bunk with a man who's clearly not her husband. Severa does not actually care. And Estinien...Estinien really wanted that shared bed.

It's Severa who actually rescues the entire situation, by getting Valdeulin so drunk over dinner he falls asleep barely after sunset. As she arrives to trade places with Gaius, she mutters to him as they pass, "Don't say I didn't do you any favors."

Estinien's waiting across the hallway, stripped of his armor and vibrating like a hive of bees.

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"I won't forget it," Gaius said, striding across the hall past her as she went to his space and he took his scant possessions with them to the other room, dropped them in the corner and was on Estinien in a heart beat. They could -- have room to move, to touch, to not have to bend or crouch worry about pine needles in their hair.

"We are going to fuck," he says, between harsh kisses, scraping his teeth long Estinien's lower lip. He is already working on the soft padded tunic, the leather breeches, "because I cannot be arsed to wait until we've both properly bathed. But after-- we are going to, and then I am sure we will find it in ourselves to fuck again."

[eightlazylegs]

"Should--should I--" He'd had plans when he was waiting here, thought of it as a process with careful steps. Then Gaius walked in and Estinien's dick sat up and begged, and suddenly he's totally pliant, wanting to be guided and obedient.

He has no idea why this man does this to him. Gaius's kisses seem to wipe his mind full clean.

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"Should you what, Wyrmblood?" Gaius asks as he marks up the man's neck, happy to make sure Valdeaulin will know that he was here, that he got what he wanted. Though Valdeaulin might take Gaius' life some day, the life he has in his hands now is still his to determine. The life he wanted right this moment, was soaking up Estinien's warmth and taking this scant, blissful comfort.

Gaius has not stopped walking, really -- he's pushing back on his lover with guiding force, not a cruel one, until they're up against the wall on one side of the bed, Gaius pushing his knees between Estinien's powerful thighs. When the dragoon's breeches unlaced, Gaius is happy to find that the surge of arousal has Estinien all but popping out of his smalls-- he pulls those loose, too, and strokes him in hand. "Tell me what you think you should do?"

[eightlazylegs]

If he wanted a concrete answer he shouldn't have taken Estinien's cock in his hand. The dragoon is powerful but his frame is slighter than Gaius, and he all but melts in the man's hand so that thigh is half of what's keeping him from hitting the floor entirely. Soft gasps come from his throat as he tries to muster his words.

"Should--I want to...want to..."

[snapandflounce]

Gaius takes his hands from that lovely cock, and lifts them both -- one to Estinien's shoulder, the other to grip his chin and make the other man look him in the eyes. "Should you what, Estinien. Use your words-- I expect no poetry, but please, say what you mean to say."

He's amused. A little bit smug. It's been months since he felt powerful in anything, but this... this he has.

[eightlazylegs]

Estinien takes a moment to catch his breath. His gaze hardens again as he forces himself to ignore the way his body sings, distracts, aches.

"Let me fuck you," he manages, teeth half-bared as he says it. "As you did to me. Let me feel it."

He demands nothing, as he should. He only asks permission.

[snapandflounce]

Gaius smiles-- not over-eager, but not cruel, wanting, but not overbearing. "Yes, let's have you feel it."

He draws back, dropping his knee down, letting Estinien have space to think -- and to crave. "The rest of the plan can stand, we'll just let you do as you will with me, instead. Is that amenable to you, Estinien?"

[eightlazylegs]

Estinien does not bother to say yes. He's an 'actions speak louder' sort of person anyway, which is why as soon as the question is asked, with Gaius standing back, the man tackles him to the bed with the full force of a lunging dragoon and the bed itself scrapes back several inches with the force of their mutual landing.

[snapandflounce]

As wood squeaked across the floor, Gaius wondered if he'd made a mistake and let a feral half-dragon elezen jump him to devour. With some of the air taken out of his lungs, he realized what those thighs would do, once Gaius had his legs around Estinien. He was going to have that kind of force behind each one.

Gaius laid amazed at how hard he got at the very thought, groaning he was flattened out under his lover.

[eightlazylegs]

It's once Estinien's on top of him and has his pants down that his hurried gestures slow - he remembers he doesn't know what the fuck he's doing. He at least manages to get the oil on his hands, to slide his fingertip up and in to his opening.

He looks up to Gaius's face for feedback, worried.

[snapandflounce]

This dear, eager man-- so hungry for it, to do it, to be on Gaius' skin, wanting to feel what he's like around his cock. Gaius barely gets time to shift to a more comfortable position before he's got a slick hand in his crack.

"Estinien-- you're doing fine--" he says shifting as he got more comfortable. "Now--slower, and go deeper. I won't take much for you to open me up. Just remember what you're going to do -- and how you don't want to hurt either of us."

[eightlazylegs]

"You've done this before? Often enough, I wager?" He must have looked like such a fool, crying out so eagerly merely for a single finger and then unable to breathe at Gaius's full length. Estinien presses in, back hunched and slow. In the lamplight he can see the full extent of those scars across Gaius's belly and thighs - in a twisted way, he finds them beautiful. A sign there is a pain they both share.

He considers if he ought to take Gaius's cock in his mouth, as Gaius had done for him, or if that part is optional. Estinien doesn't want to stop staring at his face until he has to.

[snapandflounce]

"Not so often as you might think," Gaius says, dropping his head back as his hips jerk once of their own accord, seeking more from those hands. "A legatus-- the life at the top of a legion is often lonely. It had-- been some time since I last had a lover, we before we-- nnnnh. Took up."

He is correct: he relaxes faster than Estinen does, and his hips occasionally move to seek more pressure, more friction. "But don't treat me with kid gloves. I assure you-- I won't break, either."

[eightlazylegs]

Estinien muses that this is exactly what he said a few nights ago, that he would hardly break under the treatment - it worries him that Gaius won't break. That he'll be bored with the pitiful offerings Estinien brings to him. It's a fear that makes his hands more forceful than they could be, and makes him snark as he presses Gaius's legs back up around his own shoulders. "I'll hold you to that," he says as he starts to press in.

[snapandflounce]

Gaius gives a low hiss; certainly the elezen is smaller than he is -- Garleans are just built thick -- but that doesn't stop him from remembering the stretch and the burn after so long without taking. He relaxes his legs to give Estinien full control, but his scared arms stretch up to grab at the head board so he can arch.

"There-- there you are--" he gets out as his body adjusts. Then he reaches up to tangle one hand in silvery locks. "Fuck-- Estinien--"

[eightlazylegs]

God, that gasp. Estinien surges up harder than he should at that, wanting to hear more of it. "By the--you're..." Such heat, and Estinien fances he can feel the man's very pulse where they're connected. He steels himself not to go too fast - if he came ahead of Gaius for the third time he'd never let himself live it down.

But by the Fury, those noises could make him climax in themselves.

[snapandflounce]

If only Gaius knew the thoughts-- he'd reassure, but he knows full well men have their pride. But he is giving Estinien the view he wants: that long neck bared, Gaius's mouth moving when he says something, the way his eyelashes flutter when he feels good.

Then it happens: Gaius's grip abruptly tightens, and his back is pulled taut at he writhes, sucking in a harsh breath. His eyes screw shut only to open wide, as Estinien thrusts in again. "Right-- right there, Estinien-- right-- right there--"

[eightlazylegs]

Focus. Focus. Estinien grits his teeth, trying to steel his determination to finish out his duty. HIs hands are iron, but his body is trembling. Tendrils of red are wafting off him, barely visible, as even his own body's aether rises to the duty of making Gaius come before he does.

[snapandflounce]

Gaius is not a loud man, but even he can be reduced to animal noise of pleasure, panting and swearing. He grabs where he can; with this legs pinned to Estinien's shoulder, that leaves his hands to grab onto the dragooon to try; he'll raise scratches in his grip, finger nails growing crook after the nail beds were burnt. Agony and ecstasy are brothers, after all.

When he comes it's with a shout, a sob of relief, and splatter of pale white come across his brown belly; a hard first jet and then the softer aftershocks as he opens his eyes only to see stars.

[eightlazylegs]

What comes out of Estinien's mouth is incomprehensible because it translates approximately to 'oh thank the Fury' because it finally means he cans stop holding back, can let loose as fast as he wants and uncoil the need wound tight in his belly. Estinien spills into him with a feral snarl, unable even to ask permission for the right to do so.

[snapandflounce]

Gaius's voice raises in another shout--because he can feel those hips moving, thrusting in, pounding again against that over sensitive prostrate as Estinien jackhammers home. He clings for dear life, keening and breathless as Estinien accidentally discovered 'overstimulation' as a kink.

When they're both done, Gaius's legs are numb and his lashes are wet, and he's got blood under his fingernails. (It isn't his.)

[eightlazylegs]

The tiny sparks of pain honestly just made it hotter, if Estinien's going to be honest here. He slowly seems to come back to himself, letting Gaius's legs down - the wisps of red around him finally dissipating into the dim air of the inn room.

[snapandflounce]

Gaius melts into the mattress; he's a puddle of man, turn weak as his limbs trembled and he had to regain control of his breathing. It takes a time, where he just lays in contact with Estinien, seeking his heat, as he comes down from that blazing high.

"If you'd-- done that on the road and not the bed-- pretty sure you'd've fractured my pelvis," he says, once he comes around. He reaches up to flick the wetness from his eye lashes. "Was it to your liking, then? Your want?"

Do you give yourself an A in sex, Estinien?

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Estinien lays atop him, sticky and sweaty. "If you...judged it as such," he mutters, feeling the little aches and bruises as the adrenaline slips away.