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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.

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."

"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.

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"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."

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.

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--"

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.

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--"

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.

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.

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.

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.)

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.

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?

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.

"Estinien, I am not laying here boneless from the hips down because I didn't enjoy myself." This -- sticky, sweaty, idiot man. Gaius trailed fingers over the sharp plane of Estinien's shoulders, and then thinks to ask: "...were you channeling your aether, during that? I thought it a trick of the light, or my own mind being so around the bed with the feel of you-- but...did you?"

"Perhaps---yes, I think so." Estinien's still staring at him like he's a revelation, a figure worthy of worship and awe. Like he's helpless before the face of this man in orgasm. "The lingering power of the eye, and the blood, it--it does unusual things sometimes. It is not dangerous, I would pay it no mind." Sometimes he forgets it's not normal to live this way, a piece of you always belonging to something else.

"I was not paying attention, regardless. You are...it is easy to be distracted by you." Gaius has none of the Ishgardian physical virtues - no sharp cheekbones, sleek ears, delicate bone structure. Estinien has never craved these things anyway.

Instead he has a solid slab of muscle, a man with a jawline to die for and a straight, sharp nose. (His cheekbones are still quite fine.) But he is not delicate. Not like that. He has his slightly pearlescent Third Eye, but thats the only thing of an odd sort of beauty to him.

Gaius realizes, he says, that this is so dangerous to them; that feelings crop up and that there are terrible costs they must pay to complete their missions. But it does not stop him from rewarding Estinien's tenderness with a slow kiss, taking the time to savor the taste of the dragoon's mouth. If there are feelings, so be it. Gaius has had them, and had set them aside in the name of his duty more times than he can count. He can do so again.

"It was barely glimpsed," Gaius assures him between kisses. "To focus about anything except you was difficult at best."

Estinien has them but can barely recognize them, it has been so long with every waking thought devoted to pushing back the vengeful roaring of both his own soul and Nidhogg's. He knows he wants this man, but he can't pinpoint on why.

"Pay it no mind," he says, stroking his fingers down Gaius's face. How wonderful, to see him fully and properly in the light. So many beautiful scars - Estinien feels as mangled as Gaius looks, and he finds that symmetry pleasing. "It will not harm you."

"I trust you," Gaius says with completely sincerity. He knows that his man is also part a beast, that fell blood runs in his veins, that his body was taken and ravaged by the great wyrm Nidhogg...

But the man in his arms, he trusts that man. Trust can be deadly, but he feels safe in giving it to him. Perhaps this is the most dangerous -- feeling safe anywhere can be death for a soldier.

The words seem to make Estinien uncomfortable, but he permits them to be said without protest. No one should trust him, in his opinion. He's not...safe. Not part of the society he fought to protect and not part of the one outside it either. It was why he left Ishgard, left Eorzea entirely...

But such thoughts draw him out of Gaius's arms and he'd like to stay there as long as possible. "You mentioned bathing?" he said abruptly, trying to get Gaius to stop focusing on what about him might be worth wanting.

"Yes," Gaius says, still limp and languid in the bed. "I did. The place has hot running water, so all you need to do is to go to the watercloset off the side there, and see the spigot above the tub -- turn it so the water begins to run. But don't turn it all the way-- otherwise we'll get nothing but hot water and no cool to temper it, and it'll be burning hot if we get in. Ishgard has indoor plumbing, yes? So like that."

At least, he knows they have fountains and fonts and things like that-- so they must have running water, and knowing their chill country, boilers as well.

"We do, I've used them before. Aymeric's estate has them." Estinien's rather a bit of an outlier - much of Ishgard has indoor plumbing and heating, aside the poor wretches down in the Brume, but Estinien...Estinien barely even owns property outside of that which he carries. Didn't even expect to retire. This bold new world where his endless quest is ended is still very strange to him.

So yes, he does need to be reminded that baths are a thing you do more than once a month. Reluctantly and still very naked he slips out of the bed and goes to dutifully turn the water on. "Now what?" he calls back over the sound of running water.

Gaius, not as young as he used to, stretches and enjoys the pleasant sort of soreness that comes with a good lay. He rests there, sticky and messy, yes, but content.

"Wait until the tub's reached at lesat half full -- don't over fill, once we get in the water'll rise much higher."

There's silence from Estinien as the tap runs, and then the gentle sounds of splashed water and slurping - even as it comes out of the tap Estinien's pawing at it for a drink to soothe his throat. Yes, he knows manners, he's been trained and all that. Certainly most of Ishgard would see him as almost as barbaric as Gaius does. But he feels most comfortable when he doesn't have to pretend to be the civilized creature he's not.

More dragon than man, is what he feels sometimes. Of course now that he knows what dragons truly are he can't even use that as an excuse...Hraesvalgr and his brood are far above his savagery.

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