[He wants to tell Ghyslain he's just drunk again, but they've come too far and been at this for too long for that to be a viable excuse anymore. He thinks it just makes him sound like he's denial, too, or downplaying whatever kind of chemistry brought them together tonight. Neither of them would be doing this if either one of them didn't want to. How he views that situation will change quite a bit in the morning, but until then -]
C'est trop bon. Trop bon - [A whimper here and there, hissing through his lips whenever his hips jerk involuntarily, steadying himself right after to counter the movement of the hand. It's just about the best handjob he can remember getting for a long while, all those details slipped in between the regular strokes. Ghyslain's hand is - it's delicate. That's the word that's been missing, and it's perfect to describe everything about him. His beauty, his movements, his words. If he didn't have enough experience he'd probably have come ten seconds into it. Maybe not even that long.] Do you - do you want me to do - anything -
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C'est trop bon. Trop bon - [A whimper here and there, hissing through his lips whenever his hips jerk involuntarily, steadying himself right after to counter the movement of the hand. It's just about the best handjob he can remember getting for a long while, all those details slipped in between the regular strokes. Ghyslain's hand is - it's delicate. That's the word that's been missing, and it's perfect to describe everything about him. His beauty, his movements, his words. If he didn't have enough experience he'd probably have come ten seconds into it. Maybe not even that long.] Do you - do you want me to do - anything -