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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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[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.]

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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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.

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[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.]

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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.

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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.]

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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.]