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[It's not hard to find Ghyslain when he's not in class or the dorms - he doesn't go out a lot, and when there aren't classes in the music room, he'll most likely be there. How often do you find a giant grand piano to play, after all? Even his family had a much smaller one, slightly out of tune, which grated on someone with such a natural ear when he came back from lessons and had to practice on it.

Today he's playing something he remembers his older sister listening to; not his kind of music, but the musician was damn good on piano, so the melodies stick out and he picks them out when he hasn't got a song in mind. It's slow at first, then picks up to the actual speed of the song, light and flourishing.

He's clearly in his own world, pale eyes dreamy and head swaying back and forth. In a soft, deep voice, he tries to translate the lyrics he can remember, but they come without scansion and rhyme because it's so off the top of his head.]

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[It's good to see Romain's face again, and he smiles encouragingly, breath still shuddering out from his parted lips.]

Ouais, please, faster - oh, merde - [That's his immediate reaction to Romain picking up the pace, oh shit, because he's been so thoroughly primed and now there's real friction and heat building in him and between them and oh shit, it's so good. His head rolls back at first, reaching and gasping for air, before he returns his attention to Romain and draws him in for a series of sloppy, breathless kisses. Yes, good, doing so incredibly well.

He's still very aware that this could end quickly, though, and he doesn't want Romain feeling shamed if he comes first. Gently, he takes one of Romain's hands and directs it to his cock; Ghyslain will get off much faster if he's being stimulated from outside as well, and this way Romain's responsible for all of it instead of Ghyslain just taking care of himself and making it less complicated. Even in the complete mindlessness of passion, he's thinking, trying to make sure this is perfect for Romain.]

What-? [He wants to ask what is it, still thrusting into Ghyslain when that hand reaches for his own, understanding what he's aiming for just about a fraction of a second before he wraps his hand around his cock. Of course - if jerking him off helped before, it's going to help now too. The extra stimulation in this case is just something he didn't really think of because he didn't apply it to any other times he had sex with girls.

Okay. Just needs a little more concentration for this, which should help him distance himself, and therefore take a little longer to come. The absolute last thing he wants is to have the first orgasm. (But the very first thing he wants is to have it now. Oh, god.)

The rhythm he finds is to pull out, thrust in, and pump him a few times before he pulls back out. Repeat forever. Oh, right, and keep coming down to kiss him hungrily, because those lips look more desirable than ever. He wants to kiss him all over, he looks so sweet and hot when he's lost in pleasure.]

Fuck - oh, Ghyslain, you're so hot -

[See. He said it. He's hot.]

[That's a little different again, the alternating stimuli, so it takes him a second to get into the rhythm himself. Once he is, though, Romain's hand back on him with the incredible added intensity of Romain inside him has him bucking so irregularly that he keeps breaking the rhythm by accident. Now his hands keep shifting from Romain's back to his shoulders, his sides, his ass, trying to find some grip that will hold him together - he's slipping, though, all that early buildup catching up and overwhelming him with so much added stimulation now. And the switching back and forth really does work, everything building together and spiralling up and up and up.]

Romain, tu es si beau, si beau - je - j'ai - un peu plus, je suis - si proche -

[It's gasped out between breaths and kisses and thrusts, broken and shaky words on the very edge of falling apart.]

[Ah, shit, every time those hands come around the curve of his ass and he's shivering right into his body, Romain thinks he's coming a step too close to the edge. Finally - finally, because time is completely warped in his head - Ghyslain begins to give and announce the signs that he's hitting climax any second now, and Romain takes the cue to start slamming into him harder, faster, tilting his head from side to side to kiss him, breathe, swipe his tongue on his neck with pitiful moans.]

Come on - come on, come on - vient -

[He's really holding out hard. Ghyslain can feel it even through his own symphony of physical sensation, that desperate tension in every movement. When he starts urging Ghyslain along, almost begging, he knows that they haven't got much longer.

So he shuts down thought completely and takes it all in: the sounds of their bodies slapping together, the sight of Romain's face taut with effort and pleasure he needs to release and his body moving in hard jittery thrusts, the feel of his tongue and his lips and his cock, the smell of sex building on the air, the idea that a boy who nervously informed him that he Just Didn't Like Men is on the verge of pleading to come inside his ass. The last one does it, which may not say fantastic things about Ghyslain, but he doesn't care; he's too busy coming, and coming hard, a cry leaving his lips as the slow build of tension culminates in an explosion that rips through his body in jerks and tremors. Stream after stream of come spurts onto his stomach, his face contorting with each twitch of his cock, until it finally abates and he once again gathers himself to keep moving and providing Romain pleasure until it's his turn.

No collapsing in relief and bliss yet. He's earned this.]

[He looks absolutely pitiful now, brows knitted and eyes shut, propping himself up with every restless and uneasy thrust, because he really wants to enjoy it but he really wants Ghyslain to come first, too. It's only courtesy. Really painful courtesy that might have him in tears if he doesn't get that release soon, but you know. Boys will be drama queens about these things.

A deep exhale is released when those spurts hit his stomach, one after the other, and if he thought he might be grossed out by that, he finds that each impact of fluid on his skin just fills him with more heat, more excitement. New kink? Who knew. Point is, this is the green light he needed, and now he's going to take it and run.

No more urging now. No more stroking Ghyslai's cock, either, just pressing both hands down on the mattress to arch his lower back and thrust even harder than before. It's going to be practically instantaneous now, he knows it, and with Ghyslain rolling his hips right back, all that's left for Romain to do is cry out in a crescendo until he's spilling inside Ghyslain's body, hot and frozen all at once. His jaw is dropped, but the sound that comes out is broken and intermittent, shoving his body in much smaller and quicker motions until the orgasm is completely ridden out.

Then he stops, muscles relaxing, and then he's collapsing on top of Ghyslain because he's exhausted.]

Shit... [A sigh, barely audible, face buried in the other boy's chest.] Holy shit, Ghyslain...

[There's this irresistible urge to utter the completely unsmooth "was it good for you?" despite Romain's mind obviously being blown. It was his first time with a man, and Ghyslain really did his best to make it good, so he needs to know. But he can't just say that, even he knows that much.

Instead, he just strokes Romain's back, his hair, peppering little kisses over his sweaty forehead. He's finally able to bask in the afterglow as well, and while he's just as exhausted, he feels like he's floating even with Romain's weight on him. That was completely different from any other time he's ever had, and amazing because of it. Good in all new ways that make him wonder how much more he has to discover.]

That was - [He tries to use English as he always does when he wants to drive home a point, but he's lost for words. Even in French, he's lost for words. But he can't leave it hanging, lest it sound negative because he hasn't qualified it. Finally, he just laughs, weak but genuine.] - I am very glad you have an open mind, Romain.

[Being denied all this because Romain thought he wouldn't like it - what a horrible loss and waste.]

[He's just lying on top of Ghyslain, completely mindless as to whether or not he's too heavy on top of the other boy, breath hard, muscles limp. Those little kisses, the strokes on his back, it just drives the point home that he's picked the sweetest guy to lose his non-virginity with. With guys.]

I guess that makes two of us, [he lifts his head, huffing happily. Leaning up a bit for a couple of kisses to Ghyslain's lips.] Thanks. That was - amazing.

[he'll just say it for the both of them.]

Ouais.

["Amazing" is a good word. He's glad he let Romain choose.]

Je m'excuse, mais... tu es lourd maintenant... [He's giggling rather inappropriately, because how do you tell someone they're heavy other than just like that? And yet he had to, because he's already short of breath from the sex, and now his chest is starting to tighten from it. Romain's not providing any counterbalance to his weight and he's nearly slack from exertion, he's like dead weight on top of Ghyslain's tiny body.]

[First he looks abashed, apologetic for forgetting completely that woops he's a young adult and bound to crush a body beneath him (as languid as they both might feel), but then Romain breaks into laughter and rolls off.]

Ha, désolé. N'a même pas penser.

[what a nerd.]

[Now Ghyslain is more unsure, because what comes after is a pretty huge question mark. Last time they just fell asleep, so the cuddling happened without their knowledge, but what about now? Is it okay? Is it too much? Romain sliding out of him leaves an odd empty sensation he recognizes, and he'd like to fill it with arms and limbs tangled together.

Hesitantly, he turns on his side and just splays a hand on Romain's abdomen. Touch, not an actual embrace.]

I am - happy, that we can do this. [That they came to the same conclusion, and now there can be something good in his life without all the fear and pressure of something serious.]

[He smiles, looking down and biting his lower lip. Both shy and cheeky, if that's even possible.

The hand on his abdomen still manages to make it twitch lightly.]

Me too. You're - really, really good.

[He twitches, but he doesn't make any move to reject the touch, so Ghyslain tries an arm around him.]

This is your first experience, Romain. With time, you will learn your preferences, and it will get better.

[There's a cheeky smile of his own. It sounded like he was being modest at first, to set up the deliberate curveball of that last line.]

But it's not my first, is it. [There they go. He's smiling right back at Ghyslain.] But I want to get better too. For you.

C'est vrai. You were very brave that first night. Very drunk, but very brave.

[Just getting a bit more affectionate every time Romain doesn't stop him. Now he leans in to kiss the other boy's cheek softly.]

This was - already very good, Romain. Because I know that it will happen again, and it will be - [He has to think about the right words for this.] - on my terms as well as yours.

[Okay, so it's not an outright compliment of his technique, but they've already covered that he's new to it. Romain needs to know that finding something between a fling and the coldly manipulative experience with Fallon means a lot to him, and that'll forgive any mistakes he might make.]

Brave. [he laughs, low in his throat, but it's genuine.] I think drunk is enough to describe what I was.

[But Ghyslain is saying nice things, and his focus softens again.]

You show me; I'll show you.

[Because he's got some tricks up his sleeve, too, don't you worry.]

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