The night closed in around them, and Estinien shuffled closer to bring in some more warmth. Their fire, such as it was, had dwindled to embers and a gentle snow began to fall, dusting their makeshift tent with powder.
“I know they say that Coerthas is cold, but this really takes the swiving piss.” Estinien pulled his bedroll up to his neck and pressed his forehead against Gaius’, their knees touching underneath the covers.
“I would have thought you’d be more at home with this kind of weather,” Gaius murmured, eyes sliding closed as Estinien got more comfortable, his head inadvertently rubbing against Gaius’ third eye. He suppressed a shiver, glad that they weren’t pressed back to arse lest Estinien take note of his increasing arousal.
“Aye perhaps, but the warmth of the clothing leave something to be desired, and not to mention the accommodation.” Estinien’s eyes narrowed, darting across Gaius’ face. “Are you well? You’re shifting around like a bitch in heat.”
Gaius gritted his teeth. “Yes, quite well.”
“ Dragonshit. You’re hiding something, Wolf.” Estinien brought up a hand and pressed the back of it to Gaius’ forehead. “Well, your temperature is fine-” He stopped, unable to ignore the way Gaius’ hips canted forward, the badly-stifled moan under his breath. “Oho, I see what’s happening here.” He turned his hand about and ran one long finger across Gaius’ third eye, tracing the shape of it with a featherlike touch.
Gaius near yelped, then bit down on his lower lip immediately. “What do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, glaring daggers at Estinien, though his body told a different, much clearer story.
“Finding your weak point, apparently. Are all Garleans this sensitive, or is this a you thing?” Estinien grinned, feral.
“A-all of us,” Gaius gasped, clenching his fists against Estinien’s chest, fingernails digging into his palms, “though some are more sensitive than most. Myself included…”
“I see.” Estinien shuffled closer, twining their legs together as he leaned in enough to ghost a breath across Gaius’ third eye, smiling satisfied as Gaius jerked against him, rubbing the insistent length of his dick against Estinien’s thighs.
Even still clad in his loose pants as he was, the pressure and friction had Gaius biting his bottom lip, tamping down any further vocalisations lest they draw the ire of whatever beasts may be nearby.
Estinien chuckled, but he didn’t let up his touches; ghosting fingertips and near-kisses across Gaius’ third eye like he was seducing a skittish maid, and Gaius, for his part, could barely stop himself grinding against Estinien’s thigh, arching against him until he came with jerks of his hips and a long, low groan.
Gaius sagged against Estinien, all thoughts of propriety and keeping of distance lost in the blissed out haze of orgasm, spreading the fingers of both hands out across Estinien’s chest to note the rapid thump-thump of his heartbeat. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you enjoyed that almost as much as I did,” he said, eventually, eyes still closed.
“Perhaps I did, perhaps not. We shall never know.” Estinien wrapped one hand around Gaius’ shoulders, pulling him in close. For warmth, mind.
A snort. “Yes, impossible to tell when you have a spear of a different kind going on down there right now. Would you care for a hand with that? ‘T’would not be very gentlemanly of me to leave you wanting, after you worked me so well.”
“Don’t fret, I never pegged you as a gentleman anyway.” Estinien smirked under his hair, but he did snake a hand down between them to free his aching cock from its prison, giving it a few harsh strokes before Gaius’ hand joined his.
Fingers entwined, they brought Estinien to a rapid orgasm, his breathing heavy and hot in their closeness, Gaius’ head pressed against Estinien’s once more to chase the shivers that still ran through his body from his third eye.
After a few moments of just breathing, Gaius chuckled under his breath. “I especially enjoy how you managed to soil my pants and only my pants. My thanks for that.”
“They were already dirtied, no sense in dirtying my own as well. Get out of them and get back in here already, and try not to let any heat out would you?”
Gaius extricated himself from his pants and dropped them outside of their bedrolls before hastily getting back underneath the covers.
“Turn around, I’ll not have your sticky cock against my arse as we sleep thank you very much.”
With a snort, Gaius obliged, eyes widening in surprise as Estinien shuffled in close, one arm going around his waist. He’d tucked his cock back in while Gaius was divesting himself of his pants, and the cloth was nothing if not scratchy against his arse, but considering Gaius was without his own pants and the weather wasn’t looking to get warmer as the night wore on, he was thankful for it nonetheless. He patted Estinien on the hand and they both drifted off to sleep, any conversations about repeat performances set aside for another day.