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[eightlazylegs]

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[eightlazylegs]

Estinien sinks into the water, offering a bit of lovely friction against Gaius's dick in the process. His head sinks briefly underwater and he surfaces up to his nose again, the long silvery hair pooling and coiling about him in the tub like the way mystics described seeing the pooling of aether around spirits.

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He's a forest spirit, that much Gaius knows. Wild, untrammled and free. He strokes through his hair, lloosening it up, getting the grime off it as soap takes it away--

--before he cups his hands behind Estinien's head to lift it just enough so that he can kiss the other man's lips without enduring bathwater up his own nose.

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There's a pliancy to the other man that wasn't there before. Estinien takes his kisses with happy sighs, breaching the water ever so slightly. His fingers run down Gaius's calves under the water, tracing scars and soft dark hair.

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"You look quite content," Gaius said, letting his hand wander, light touches over his chest, the rippling scars on his shoulders. "Half of me wants to very slowly fuck you, and half of me just wants to see you this relaxed and keep you like this."

Rare are the quiet moments, where they simply get to just be.

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"You did promise we'd fuck again," Estinien notes, though he seems to be in no hurry for it. His head lolls back happily. "And it'll be easy enough to clean up, here."

He'd be content to stay here until the water cools too, really. Feeling held in these powerful arms, rubbed down, nurtured - post-orgasm it's hard to ward such thoughts away.

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"I did, didn't I?" Gaius says, running his hands over Estinien's chest, before he stops to just gently touch the other man's nipples, teasing them a bit as he talked. "And it would. Do you want me to fuck you, then?"

His hands slide, till he can wrap his arms around his waist and press tight to his back, whispering in one long ear: "We don't get many chances like this, Estinien. We should squeeze very ounce of joy from the time we have."

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EStinien squirms a bit, kicking up little splashes of water as his chest is touched. HE fancies he can feel Gaius's erection pressing against him already, and his own rises quickly enough to meet it. Such delicate touches and the dragoon is helpless in his arms. "Then have your way," he hisses. Have him. However it pleases you because Estinien trusts it will be good.

A trust Gaius likely finds very rare.

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It is so rare as to be more precious than gems. Gaius sighs softly, a little wanton noise that hardly sounds like it belongs to the burly Garlean commander. But the drops his hand down to stroke the cock that's already rising for him-- and then his other hand slides under, finding his hole to work open in warm, relaxing water.

"I will have it my way; have you, my way."

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Estinien rises out of the lovely bath, water streaming from his shoulders, bracing against the rim of the tub with his hips up. He wonders privately how many times a man can go in one night- what they would do if they had all the time in the world, none of the concerns about noise or mess or getting up the next morning. How many times would Gaius send him into whited-out bliss if Estinien gave him a full night just to work him over.

The thought makes his grip tense on the tub rim, and let out a soft noise as Gaius' fingers work their way into him.

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Gaius can both nurture the dragoon's more tender feelings and open him up for more play, palming Estinien's cock and stroking him slow, thorough-- dipping under to fondle his sac and then stroke all the way back up again, running his thumb over his cockhead. He takes his time with it, saving each sound he earns, even the ones he makes himself, pressing kisses to Estinien's back.

"Come down," he murmured, as he drew Estinien into position -- it had been effortless to relax him, after a hot tub soak. "Relax in the water, use a little bit of arm as leverage. I'll push and pull you -- it'll be near effortless for both of us."

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Estinien's trained his body not to react to pain, or to fear. It is a well oiled machina that should follow his commands at will. Gaius will find Estinien opens easily for him as he slouches back down into the water, head bending low to brush the rim of the tub with his silver hair.

"Aye, like this?" he mutters, bracing himself as told.

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"Just like that," Gaius says, before he shifts as well; the water is still warm but that will not last-- so he makes sure that the man is easy to guide back onto his cock; the water supports Estinien almost as much as his arms do, leaving Gaius to direct motion and movement.

With his hands on his hips he draws Estiniendown to till he's fully seated, and then helps him lift back up; it's a tenatitive few attempts as he gauges where the sweet spot is, before he finally gets a good rhythm. The strokes are a little shallow, but that's alright-- not every fuck has to be gut-bustingly deep. But it's as easy as using a toy-- except this toy moans and writhes and is enjoying itself.

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Estinien is pretty broad for an elezen, and not used to being around people who can manhandle his limbs so easily. He's starting to realize he's into that. His fingers curl, leaving light furrows against Gaius's thigh as the man's cock settles inside him, hissing through clenched teeth. He spreads his arms and steadies himself against the sides of the tub with his hands, bracing so Gaius has even more leverage to move him as he pleases.

By the Fury, the man is big. Estinien wonders if this will ruin him for any other man he fucks. (How many others would there be, Estinien? Take what you can get, and savor it, especially when the prize is this delightful.)

He won't beg

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Gaius didn't lie-- it's easier, if slower, and he can take his time with it. There's the friction of the water, the pull and acceptance of Estinien moving above him -- Gaius lets himself savor it, one hand drawing up along Estinien's chest and aross it as Gaius pressed soft kisses to the man's spine.

How long had it been since he was with someone like this, where the ache for them went bone deep? When he did not want to part from him? Rhitahtyn, perhaps, even if they were never afforded the chance to touch like this?

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He won't beg. But he will fold his legs underneath them, so Gaius can set the pace but Estinien's powerful legs can bear the weight of him, rising and falling at a pace that brings his arousal up slowly.

A soft curse slips through his lips - no pillows to bite here, no leather. Maybe he'll stuff a towel or something in his mouth, he thinks--or maybe the rest of the inn can just deal. Another thrust, and what emerges from his lips is Gaius's name, harshly whispered.

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Gaius dots his spine with kisses when he's in range, bites his shoulder; his grip is strong, his rhythm steady-- they are instruments of mutual pleasure instead of carnage, and he finds he prefers this to their previous uses. They will lift a blade again and again, but so rarely does he get to give gentle touch, bask in the affection of another.

"Say it again," he says after he hears that soft utterance. It's akin to a prayer, and if he is the God Estinien prays to in moments like this, Gaius may well find religion. "Please."

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Ahh, in such a state he's in no position to argue, or to keep up appearances. Estinien lets his head fall back, hips lifting and falling in time to Gaius's thrusts, and repeats "Gaius" in such a sighing, soft voice that it might as well be a blessing.

His legs tighten up and cling to him, driving him even deeper as Gaius's name is repeated over and over, no other words needed.

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Gaius doesn't really manage words after that beyond Estinien's name in half-pants. Most of the noise he makes is just soft sounds of pleasure as he lets them work themselves; Gaius now with one arm around Estinien, letting his hand close around his cock even if the water is doing half the job for him.

The slosh of the water gets louder, as things build to a pitch, and the motions get stronger; water slops over the side, until her draws Estinien to him tightly, bucking up underneath him as he spends himself with a low groan. He's got Estinien's wet hair in his face, but he also has the man's body pressing in on his cock as he pumps seed into Estinien and lets the slowest, most sensual climax he's had in years wring him dry.

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The first time this evening he felt as if he'd held back a tidal wave until he finally, finally let himself release. This time it breaks over him like the tide of the ocean (another strange new sensation, for a man in landlocked Ishgard) and he lets it happen in its own time, groaning Gaius's name once again as he lets himself climax.

The breath out afterward is slow, and he lets his hands unclench from the tub edges to fall to his sides, and then to lay hands upon Gaius's wrists.

"Good," he manages to mumble.

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A moment later, Gaius tilts his head back, turns, and sputters from a face full of silver as Estinien drops backward. But once he doesn't have a mouthful off hair he eases Estinien a little forward to let his softening cock slip free of the dragoon, then lets him settle again.

"I think we're going to be as well rested as we can be, come the morning," he says, arms soon crossed over Estinien's chest. "The water's going to start to get cold, though."

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"Well rested and in a better mood, for sure." Estinien reluctantly pulls loose of him, stepping out of the tub and fully unaware of how gorgeous he looks with water running all down his scarred legs. He finds himself a towel and scrubs down, his skin prickling.

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Gaius just leans back into the tub, unconcerned for the moment as he admires the way that damn man just glistens. With his silver hair and pale skin, he's like some winter spirit, emerged from a cold spring. An eikon of spring thaw, something melting the icicles.

Then he realizes the water's getting too cold for comfort without a second body in the tub to provide heat as well, and starts to reluctantly haul himself upward.

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If Estinien's a little more attentive than usual - helping Gaius get himself dried off, kneeling at his feet to address his legs - he doesn't do anything to draw attention to it. Maybe he just feels like it tonight. That's hardly anyone's business.

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Something has shifted, and Gaius knows it. But he lets Estinien do as he pleases before he draws him up to make sure their hair isn't too wet to sleep on, scrubbing down Estinien's hair most thoroughly, before he tucks him to the other too to sit before the heater and let that finish the drying the rest of the way.

"Never go to sleep with damp hair in Garlemald," he murmurs. "You'll regret it."

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Estinien quietly leans against him, eyes half-closed. "I'll go to sleep before we reach the bed," he mumbles dreamily, and lets his brain chew on the notion of Gaius carrying him back in those big arms. The fussing isn't something he'd ever have taken willingly, but sex and fondness has left him soft, and so has the heater.