[No, he wants to hear those sounds, but that doesn't mean he'll turn down a kiss either; warm and pliant, he bends easily under the pressure of Romain's hand and meets his mouth, finally losing some of that fine control in his messy, wet reciprocation. He has to break away now and then to catch his breath, somehow even more lost in this than Romain, but he always returns to the clumsy kissing if Romain leans back up for another.
He won't lose himself completely, though. His hand is still deft and precise, adding touches that keep it from just being a basic up-and-down pumping motion; he'll twist a little here, slide his thumb around the sensitive areas of the head on the occasional upstroke, squeeze lightly at the base before slackening as he moves upward, varying just enough to complement the steady pace rather than breaking it in any way that might diminish the building pleasure.]
Tu es merveilleux, Romain... [It's murmured with a little smile, light enough not to sound like any kind of deep, inappropriate confession; Ghyslain's not in love, just delighted with Romain's eagerness and how he keeps giving himself over more and more to what's happening.]
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He won't lose himself completely, though. His hand is still deft and precise, adding touches that keep it from just being a basic up-and-down pumping motion; he'll twist a little here, slide his thumb around the sensitive areas of the head on the occasional upstroke, squeeze lightly at the base before slackening as he moves upward, varying just enough to complement the steady pace rather than breaking it in any way that might diminish the building pleasure.]
Tu es merveilleux, Romain... [It's murmured with a little smile, light enough not to sound like any kind of deep, inappropriate confession; Ghyslain's not in love, just delighted with Romain's eagerness and how he keeps giving himself over more and more to what's happening.]