[Again he follows each movement so willingly that it's almost boneless, coaxed onto his back and staring up at Romain with an odd mix of deep concentration and total vapid emptiness. This always remained too much to hope for in his head, no matter how well things went up until now, and the fact that it's happening hasn't quite sunk in. He can certainly feel everything, but his mind is detached from it in an odd sort of way.
You're so hot.
That's when it clicks, when he realizes that Romain is doing this out of desire as much as obligation or curiosity. As soon as his hand settles again, Ghyslain starts to roll and arch into it, head nearly thrashing back and forth with the immensity of how good it feels. There's a huge weight behind this encounter, not false emotional attachment but so much more, and it's making everything so much more intense that he can barely stand it.]
Ah, Romain... [He's not objecting to having his clothes unfastened, not by a longshot. He just sounds stunned by the initiative, and still so pleading.]
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You're so hot.
That's when it clicks, when he realizes that Romain is doing this out of desire as much as obligation or curiosity. As soon as his hand settles again, Ghyslain starts to roll and arch into it, head nearly thrashing back and forth with the immensity of how good it feels. There's a huge weight behind this encounter, not false emotional attachment but so much more, and it's making everything so much more intense that he can barely stand it.]
Ah, Romain... [He's not objecting to having his clothes unfastened, not by a longshot. He just sounds stunned by the initiative, and still so pleading.]