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[eightlazylegs]

"Does it matter?" Estinien snaps back. All right, so he's a little hostile about it. The embarrassment of his inexperience combined with his confusion at anyone asking him what he likes leaves him wrong-footed and a bit flustered. He'd expected a man like Gaius, a man used to efficiency and conquest, to just...throw him down and show him by example. Being asked, rather than shown, makes him uncomfortable.

Azure Dragoons know they will never have families, and their lives will not be long. If you are the type to become Dragoon, you are the type who finds that fact a comfort.

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"Yes," Gaius says, as he scoots himself closer. "So your first lesson will be to learn to take pleasure, not give it."

It's going to be a hard lesson to learn, to take and accept instead of surrender to overwhelming force. Gaius has no desire to do that to someone who has already known so much pain and conflict.

"We will start slow-- I will touch you. But slowly. No immediate sexual touch. Just finding your tolerance for skin on skin. The rules apply."

And that's when he finally touches Estinien-- with an ungloved hand, calloused fingertips sliding over the wrist in a slow motion.

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"I'm not some delicate maiden, Black Wolf," Estinien grumbles. He lets his hand be touched, the rest of his body keeping idle and waiting for direction. "I have tolerated much, in my time, and I cannot fathom this being some agony beyond my ability."

His fingers extend as his wrist is touched, but he otherwise makes no movement.

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"It is not about agony, unless you want it to be," Gaius points out as he moves to touch further up that arm, running his thumb over the sensitive skin found in the crook of the elbow. His other hand, still bandaged, takes his hand, running his thumb over his knuckles. "Again, I won't be teaching you that. Here the idea is to learn to listen to your body, train it to accept different touch safely."

While his fingers stroke over a wiry bicep, made for hefting the heavy lance Estinien wields, he takes the hand to his mouth, hot breath fanning over Estinien's knuckles before a kiss is placed to them. Then, the wrist, then the palm.

"This is about finding out what makes your blood run hot at a base level, at simple things," Gaius says; pitched low in the tent, it's the Black Wolf's growl gone husky; he is not immune to what he is doing, either. "We can complicate that later, if it is to your liking."

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Estinien makes a grumbling noise, but he lifts his arm as it is instructed. The other arm stays at his side. No spontaneous movement, even as the touch and the chill air merge to raise goosebumps on his skin. His breathing is forcibly steady as he watches Gaius move across him.

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"You need not be silent," Gaius says when he realize the man is as silent as stones. "Noise is helpful to gauge reaction, response."

Then, out of the blue, his mouth still ghosting over Estinien's fingertips, warm and wet: "You've never gone abed with another, but have you ever been kissed, Wyrmblood?"

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Estinien has the abrupt and nearly unrestrainable desire to bite Gaius's fingers when they stroke up his arm. It's almost instinct. (I am a man, not a beast, not a dragon, I am a man.) His other hand briefly curls into a fist and relaxes again.

"I believe we've established I was a bit busy for that," he mumbles, eyes flicking up to glare at him.

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Gaius does not offer him pity for it. He doesn't laugh, either. Instead he shifts closer, closing one hand over Estinien's shoulder and the other leaving his hand, bandaged fingers settling on Estinien's hip. He leans in, breath hot over his neck, before he tries for less gentleness and more firmness: teeth and tongue on the juncture of shoulder and neck.

(Some part of the wolf barks angrily; just take him, he's here, he's agreed, he's lovely to look at. It's been so damned long. But Gaius says no, chaining that part of him in silence and restraint, fingers flexing and tightening briefly over Estinien's skin.)

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Estinien can feel his skin warming at the touch. He won't speak to how rarely this happens, Gaius knows and at least has the good sense not to mock him for it.

"Just get on with it," he mumbles, and his voice sounds more strained for the effort of being skill. Still, he does not embrace Gaius, or try to offer his own in kind. "I do not need to be courted, I have said you may do as you see fit."

He doesn't understand that this isn't the seduction phase, but the foreplay. Mostly because he doesn't know what that is.

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"Courted?" Gaius's voice is warm again, humor lurking at it's edges -- not laughing at Estinien, per se, but definitely seeing something funny in this. "Courtship is a much different thing; I have no idea how Ishgardian go about it, but it's much more complex then sliding into someone's tent in the dead of night and being asked for an educating swive. A formal dinner invitation would start courtship, Wyrmblood. Not this."

Bolder now, he moves his hand on his hip, letting the thumb press into nerves there, before he strokes a hand over Estinien's thigh.

"This is not about loving anyone. Just about--" how to put it? "letting you love what you can feel, if it so pleases you."

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Estinien flinches, just a little, at the creeping fingerd. He can feel his blood pooling lower, a warmth and stiffening that he usually greeted with annoyance and a rushed wank. To start having it in front of another, when he's down to his smallclothes...he supposes this is part of the point but it's still embarassing when a tiny noise emerges from his clenched jaws.

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So he needs bolder, stronger, insistent. The sight that Estinien does not possess tells him of how the space around him is changing, making him more sensitive to movement, to the way that space is filled. The glittering gem set in the middle of his brow tells him what the other two can't: Estinien is filling space in new ways.

He again puts his mouth to Estinien's neck, letting his unwrapped hand stroke along Estinien's thigh knowing that cock is starting to twitch.

"You're not immune to touch," he says, as his hand skirts higher on his thigh. "Focus if you can there, Dragoon, and stop overthinking, because I'm going to touch you more directly."

He commands with casual ease, the weight of authority padded in a soft voice that no longer echoes through a cavernous helm, as his hand moves over smallclothes, finding that hardening cock beneath the linen and palming it. His mouth return to business, sucking at Estinien's long neck. Hopefully the lizard brain will do what it should: cross pleasure wires and help him along, with wet sucking at his neck as his hand strokes Estinien's cock turning into a mix of sensation that remind his dick of what he could be doing.

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Estinien clamps down on another noise, but can't help one jerk of his hips against that hand before he forces himself to settle back down again. Control over his body is growing harder and harder - as are other things. "I--shouldn't I be doing something too?" he asks, one hand clutching at the bedroom. He wants to jump this man and--and--and he's not even sure, he just wants it.

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"Yes, you can: First, make noise," Gaius says, mouth still a presence right beneath one long ear, letting his spit-slick lips brush here and there, voice gravely and low. (Smoke damage; Estinien likely knows the rasp well, and it has only been some months since the Praetorium burned.) "Be quiet if you must, but don't fight for silence. It helps neither of us."

His hands stay on Estinien from below, before he says, "That you want to do something is good. What do you want to do? Where do you want to be touched? Tell me and we can keep going."

Stay silent, and those hands will withdraw from his thighs.

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The rasp makes his cock throb even worse, and Estinien has no idea why. Something about him being battle-scarred and coarse. Dangerous. "I don't--isn't that your job," he mutters, feeling his pulse quicken. One hand reaches out to Gaius and then pulls back again to settle at his side. "To tell me where to go. You, the expert?"

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Gaius give another one of those smoke-husky laughs, before he jerks his head, half unseen in hte dark.

"Get out of your small and on the bedroll proper, then. Spread your legs a bit. Then I'll show you something fun, and we'll see if you can ask nicely for it the next time you crawl into my tent."

Because there will be a next time. He knows it. The man's going to get a taste and the only person that'll serve him the a single crumb of lusty bread will be Gaius himself. Once he has a taste of it, he knows Estinien will be back. It may not be soon, and it make be with chaos on his heels, but he will crawl back into Gaius' tent and ask for a lesson.

Especially if Gaius does his job right.

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Oh, finally. At least that's an action. Estinien fumbles his way out of his small clothes, laying back and bracing with his knees apart. He's got his hands into fists, as if he's preparing to undergo a medical procedure rather than be ravished.

"Now what?" he asks stiffly, feeling very awkward like this. Spread out for him, Gaius will be able to perceive the scars of his body - nothing new to a man who's fucked other soldiers, but by percentage a LOT of the healed wounds are burns.

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"Now, you take pleasure," Gaius says as he moves in the dark, and doesn't stop till he's settled on his bedroll. There's a moment, where he takes that fine thing that is thankfully unmarred and grips in his left, the roughness of bandages there agains curving veins, and says, "Be a good student and remember this lesson: that there's more than one way to get a man to scream."

And then there's a hot mouth on Estinien's cock, taking the head in at once and starting slow; he wants Estinien to feel everything he does, every bob, every flattening of his tongue to lathe the head, every hollowing of his cheeks to suck.

If he does it right, the man will be out of his mind in short notice. If he can do it well and prolong things, though, he can keep adding sensations until he breaks Estinien's dam and make sure he pours out everything for Gaius.

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A single sharp cry makes it out before both Estinien's hands slap over his mouth, clamping down to muffle himself. God, whatever he'd expected it wasn't THAT, or that it would feel so damn good! His thighs tense around Gaius, holding him down as he jerks up helplessly against him.

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There's a brief sputter and noise as suddenly Gaius has Estinien's thighs for earmuffs. Powerful dragoon thighs, no less. He makes a little bit of noise, before he curls both hands around the offending limbs and tugs.

Only when he can lift his head does he say, "This'll end poorly if you snap my neck in your enthusiasm, dragoon, or I'll have to lower my standards and do a sub-par job just to keep my head on my shoulders."

He shouldn't sound so happy or amused, honestly, but this is the lightest tone he's used in probably as long as Estinien has known him.

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Estinien snarls, teeth snapping at the air. "Damnit, Black Wolf, get back to your business!" His knees reluctantly fall apart, ankles instead crossing over Gaius's back.

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"Ah, so you can use your words," Gaius said, voice gruff but his tone warm and happy. "I'll show you a few more tricks here, if you're good."

The lessons are finally fun for both of them, as Gaius shifts a little, snagging that bottle he set aside in the dark, to slick the fingers of his right hand as he steadies Estinien's cock with his left while he blows him. Once he's certain the Azure Dragoon is enjoying himself again does he bring himself up for a moment.

"This will feel odd," he said by way of preparation, "but I will make sure it feels good in short order. Please trust me."

So he returns to his work on Estinien's cock and once he's sure the snarling elezen is back into his bliss, does he tease the ring of muscle below his balls, and then gentle pop one gun-oil slicked finger just past the muscle, slow and shallow, timing his movement with the bob of his head. Hopefully, Estinien won't crush his head like a watermelon this time.

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Shit. Shit. Estinien's practically rocking back and forth with the effort of staying quiet, and a little squeak leaks out when Gaius's fingers penetrate him. It feels strange and intrusive, but he can at least handle that better than pleasure--until it becomes pleasure in a way that makes his entire body jolt.

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Estinien get's occasional breaks for check in. When the finger worked deeper and found what Gaius was looking for, the jolting reaction nearly got him choked. If he's actually going to fuck Estinien tonight, he's going to have to get him into a position that the dragoon can be controlled in.

He works to a second finger (they're thick, thicker than an elezen's), taking his time as he finally comes up off Estinien's cock.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Wyrmblood? Use my cock instead of fingers?"

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Estinien's eyes go wide. The single finger is enough, strangely good as it feels, but he's been clandestinely eying that cock and it seems...like it would be a lot.

"If you break me, I-I'm making you explain it to the healer," he gasps, before forcing his hands back over his mouth again. It's not a yes, or even a request.