[Romain shudders when he feels him coming in his hand, almost startled, hot fluid now wet and sticky on the both of them. He only realizes then that his breath is hard and fast, mouth dropped and eyes dazed. Well - there's a distinct difference between a boy and the other girls right there. Romain is never quite sure of when the orgasm hits exactly, and he'll often just keep stimulating them after after they've reached climax, but with guys it's... obvious when it happens, isn't it.
So he stops, and, more out of instinct than any deliberate provocation, runs his fingers up the length of his cock to squeeze around the crown, pushing a couple more droplets out. Then he just lets his hand rest there, between his legs, until he lowers his head and rolls off and down on his back.]
Merci?
[His chest isn't heaving, but it's close. His hand is filthy and he definitely feels it, but he's past caring about getting the sheets dirty. Smiling. He's smiling.]
Elle doit être la première fois que quelqu'un me remercie.
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So he stops, and, more out of instinct than any deliberate provocation, runs his fingers up the length of his cock to squeeze around the crown, pushing a couple more droplets out. Then he just lets his hand rest there, between his legs, until he lowers his head and rolls off and down on his back.]
Merci?
[His chest isn't heaving, but it's close. His hand is filthy and he definitely feels it, but he's past caring about getting the sheets dirty. Smiling. He's smiling.]
Elle doit être la première fois que quelqu'un me remercie.