[He takes those as good signs, hoping it's not just Ghyslain playing satisfaction to keep Romain relaxed. Soon as those lips move down to his jaw and neck, though - oh. He's sighing a little too contentedly, mouth parted to breathe shakily, eyes shut and leaning away to expose his skin a little better. His hands, meanwhile, continue to roam the other boy's body, taking the cue to slip beneath his shirt and press his palm against soft warm skin.]
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Ghyslain - tes lèvres sont si doux...
[Read: don't stop.]