umbralla | [for romain]

[It's true, alcohol does obliterate the concept of mistakes. So does arousal, after a point, and Ghyslain is so incredibly aroused already that he's breathless when Romain pulls away enough to say his name. The way he's turned to face Romain, one leg drawn up a little, does wonders to hide the physical evidence of his excitement but it's still written all over his face.]

Romain. [Right back at him, a little firmer than his own name was said, and he's just about to smile when Romain moves in and all he can do is whimper and take his own turn at clinging for dear life. That is good, it's rough and in command, and it's the last thing he expected from a straight boy. And it's not quite like the others kissed him, sort of teaching and guiding, moulding him into what would be most pleasing; his movements are just assured and assertive, not trying to coax anything out of Ghyslain but pleasure, and that's working very fucking well.

So he shifts roles as well, lets himself be led without that suggestion of being shaped - and it is so, so good that he can barely believe it. He wants to take it the full way, lie back and just let Romain ravish him, but he's the one who knows what he's doing beyond sloppy makeouts; that's why, even as Romain is driving the kisses, he climbs right into Romain's lap and strokes his hands down from his hair to his back with fingers bent to cling even more tightly. He almost giggles into Romain's mouth, nervous and thrilled and needy. If this proves to be okay, then Romain will eventually find himself nudged onto his back and the fun will really begin.]

Nn - [Shit, did Ghyslain really just whimper like that? Like he's the one in need instead of being the one in control, making both their positions shift constantly and his head spin. He's dizzy for other reasons, too, but remarkably less excited than Ghyslain is already, maybe because he's still terrified. Were he all the way terrified, though, and he'd just stop, but - instead he feels a set of legs around his, making him release another small sound under his breath. It's not as different as he thought, if he's still going to be given this part.

That's definitely an erection pressing up against him, though, so that's new.]

Oh, man.

[Nervous? Yeah, he just remembered he's nervous as hell. Still going, though, if the way his hand stays on Ghyslain's face and caresses him is any indication of that. His eyes are droopy and his lips swollen, glossy and red, words slurred.]

You're - you're a really good kisser.

[small, bashful laughter. aaaaand they're back to making out.]

[He's immediately aware that Romain isn't physically aroused, the second he settles his weight on Romain's lap, and it's another reminder. Slow, slow. While he's lost enough inhibitions to do this, he's got enough awareness that those reminders of how tenuous this situation is still reach him. Slow. He might have started rocking his body against Romain's if he'd felt any hardness between the other boy's legs, but now he's staying still, just letting him feel this and what it's like.

And again, he looks so sweet when he pulls away, overwhelmed but in a way that doesn't really show all that fear; he just looks lost, and Ghyslain will guide him as far down the path as he'd like to go.]

Romain, if you - mmph! [So much for his little disclaimer about stopping things whenever and wherever he wants: he's kissed again before he can get out another word. Continuing to read his physical cues will be the order of the evening, and Ghyslain is quite good at that, since Fallon's icy moods could often be cured by just the right treatment and it was always his job to guess what that might be. Right now, kissing is where Romain finds enjoyment and feels comfortable enough to continue, so Ghyslain will stay with kissing; if he strokes at Romain's back, long sweeping movements of his hands with fingers still curled enough to scratch just a bit, it's only over his shirt and not beneath it yet.]

[nope nope nope. More making out. He's still not getting hard as much as he's just extremely content and his heart is racing, letting even one hand drop down to to Ghyslain's thigh before he remembers - erection. There's an erection somewhere between them.]

Wait.

[He's squinting. His hair looks like an even bigger mess.]

Are we gonna have sex?

[He's never asked that before. Or - asked it like that. Either the partner makes it abundantly clear or he outright asks if she wants to. And, well. Does he have to ask that when his partner has a boner pressed up against him.

So... maybe it should rather be 'do you expect to get sex out of this?']

[Oh god, here it is. How does he say this? It's not a conversation he's ever had either, because he was always being seduced during his first time with someone. He wants to say he'll do as much as Romain would like and no more, but that might even be too much pressure. What to say? All his English is leaving him.]

Tu ne dois pas faire rien. [His voice is soft and shaking, but his eyes are very sharp, firm.] C'est ton choix. Mais... je peux te donner beaucoup autre que sexe.

[That's pretty brazen, but he couldn't not say it. He'll still make Romain feel good if that's all he wants. He just rushes to make it clear that pleasuring him isn't an expectation either.]

Si tu veux baiser pour - tout le temps tu veux, c'est bien.

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Ah - moi, je -

[Words are hard AND SO IS GHYSLAIN ohhhh]

Je ne sais pas, je - je l'ai jamais fait. Er - je veux dire, je jamais eu des relations sexuelles avec un garçon. [BUTT SEX VIRGIN... oh god does he want to put it in his butt.] Je ne sais pas quoi faire. Je doute que tu veux ça. N-non?

Ouais, je sais ça. You are learning. Maintenant, je suis un professeur.

[It sounded right in his poor, drunken head, almost smooth, but it rings all kinds of unpleasant bells there once it’s spoken aloud, for quite obvious reasons. He gives a hard, visible wince, then doubles back to correct the statement, using English to ensure that he thinks hard about his words rather than blurting out something so stupid. They come slowly, but with certainty once he’s chosen them.]

I would like to help you decide if you enjoy any of this. I would not like to do anything that frightens you. If the idea of sex is too large - it is not so difficult to concentrate only on you. I will not suffer. [A tiny, knowing smile at that. They both know it's not terribly fun to be left with an erection after someone else has been pleasured, but in this case - it'll be so worth it.]

[Okay, switching so fast between English and French is making his head spin all over again. So now he's going to let it drop on Ghyslain's chest and shut his eyes tight.

He puffs up his cheeks, exhales deep.]

No. I mean - not no. God, this is really weird.

[... he turns his head to the side, this time resting his cheek rather than forehead.]

I still think you're really, like... good-looking. [don'tsayitdon'tsayitdon'tsayit] And - hot. But in a manly way.

[... aaaaan?]

Also, you're seriously hard.

[bros don't leave bros hanging with a boner bro]

[Hot. He can't help but smile to himself, while Romain can't see it. That's very new. He's been petted and stroked like a little doll, told he's pretty a million times, but never hot. There's something carnal about the word that appeals to him.

Romain is still struggling with this, though, and Ghyslain thinks he can guess why. It's pretty much the core fear of every straight man who contemplates gay sex, and one he had himself before the first time he experienced it, truth be told.]

Do you fear being - pénétré? [Well, if they're being blunt.] Because that is not the only way.

[Good thing he can't see Romain's face, because his eyes shoot white open at the word. And he leans back again because suddenly it's too hot in here.]

Yeah, I - not that. I definitely don't know how to do any of that.

[nope, not ready for that much.]

Or anything else. To a guy, I mean. I know plenty about sex.

[He's so defensive. Ghyslain looks into his eyes, with that same deep focus that transcends the glassy drunkenness of their surface, and shifts back as well so that his arousal can no longer be felt. It's a barrier, he thinks. Gently, he takes Romain by the shoulders, a steadying grip.]

I am not going to judge you, Romain, and I will not make demands. Please relax.

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Oh, dude - no, I'm not saying you are. Making demands. I'd walk the hell out if you started doing that.

[tho bro it sucks to have to crawl into a cold shower bro]

I just don't wanna - hurt you. Or leave you coming out of this unhappy because I don't know the first thing about it.

I have grown beyond expectations.

[That's a heavy thing to drop on him right now, and not at all sexy, but he should know it and have it stated just as explicitly as their sexual talk. It's very true. Just because he's not free and easy like Romain doesn't mean he's still attaching his heart to everyone who shows him attention. In his own way, he's just as jaded.]

Mon main. Ce n'est pas effrayant, ouais? [He holds one out between them to illustrate his words: it's big for his slight body, long-fingered, classic piano playing hands.] Je peux utilizer mon main. Si tu veux faire la même après ça, tu peux. Si non... je peux faire la mème pour moi-même.

[And in case he thinks that's not enough...]

It will - the thought of having given you pleasure will give me much pleasure in return.

Your hand?

[he looks down at it, mental-image striking him immediately. His lids lower again, and he swallows. Yeah, that - that sounds manageable. He doesn't feel so bad about just lying there without knowing what to do if it's a handjob. Figure that?

Let him just stay quiet for a moment longer. He never answers immediately no matter who's offering ,really. Most of the time the answer should be oh hell yes, please. ]

... What do you want me to do?

Enjoy yourself. [He's coy again, the slightest hint of a smile, but then he answers more seriously because it's good that Romain wants to be involved. It's a good sign.] Fait attention. It will be different to use your hand on someone else, if you should decide to try. Notice how it is different and you will feel more prepared.

[But mostly, he wants Romain to lose himself in this. He regrets his own advice because of that. Still, if he wants a task, that's the best Ghyslain can give: study for your own test, since you're so obviously considering this one.

He climbs off of Romain, crouching to one side of him, and kisses him again. As his mouth moves, so does his hand, settling low on Romain's abdomen. His fingers curl in the bottom of Romain's shirt, but that's it for now, just letting him feel it so close to where it will soon rest.]

... Okay.

[... Being taught all over again. Except when an actual teacher was involved, he was being shown how to finger a woman between her legs as he did it. Finding the right spot, alternating between the kind of movement, how many fingers - listening close to when she was no longer feeling satisfied or when his smaller hand was driving her utterly mad. Adapting that from girl to girl was relatively easy from then on, none of them ever quite as demanding as she.

This isn't as foreign, but novel all over.]

D'accord.

[That makes sense - what works for you won't necessarily work for another. He could figure that much out on his own, but still listens close. Leans back and props his hands behind him on the mattress, muscles twitching when Ghyslain's hand rests so dangerously low. God. Okay. Teenager much?

Concentrate on the kissing. He was really enjoying that up until they talked about it.]

[And he's throwing everything he has into the kiss, every curl of his tongue and light graze of his teeth and alternating pressure of his lips, sometimes just barely grazing their mouths together and sometimes lavishing enough attention to leave Romain breathless. He's had good tutelage as well, someone who was just as easily distracted or annoyed when he didn't perform properly, so he's uniquely qualified for this.

What a horrible way to think about it. So he tries not to think about it at all, how he learned to do this, and thinks only about coaxing pleasure out of Romain's fears.

When his hand shifts, it's right past his end goal without touching it at all, instead resting on Romain's inner thigh to slide up and down lightly. High enough to be suggestive, yes, but still not touching directly.]

Will you lie down? [Everything will be a question, not an order, unless he gets any sign that orders are preferred as Romain's excitement starts to build.]

[yeah, that - that definitely causes something to warm up inside him, suggestive beyond the kissing, now already past the level of just fooling around. There's a goal now. And at least they've talked about it, because Romain really didn't know what to do with himself back there.

Lie down? He nods, then does as asked. Leaning on one elbow at a time, then flat on his back with idle hands. Angling his head to the side to look up at Ghyslain.

His eyes are wonderful. Even when his gaze is relaxed it's like he's looking right through him. He realizes in that moment that he's not even that drunk anymore, and despite the nervousness he isn't horrified by this. Not that homosexuality was ever cause for horror, just that it never applied to him before.

There goes that.]

[Having Romain look back up at him, so vulnerable in this moment, is both lovely and painful. He can see a mirror of himself when he was first beginning, but he also knows that's a false reflection, because he won't leave any kind of lasting scar on Romain. He won't let himself. If Romain wants to go their separate ways, he will; if he wants to continue down this path, he'll do that as well, on any terms. He won't be the one who opens up a new world to someone and then leaves it barren and empty just when they need a guide the most.

Maybe that's what he's doing, at least partially. Trying to correct what was done to him. Or maybe that's just a good thought for chasing away the more selfish ones, the satisfaction of watching a person who had never considered this before enjoy what he can do. He'll allow that it exists, because everyone is at least a little bit ugly.

Now it's time. Now he moves further up, between Romain's legs, cupping his hand around whatever he finds there and massaging with a deft touch. He leans in as he does so, dotting kisses around Romain's pretty mouth, light enough that they won't distract from the sensation he's trying to build lower down.]

C'est bon? [It's whispered against Romain's lips, the pressure of his hand steady, movements fluid and smooth.]

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[shit - yeah. That's slow and just the right amount of pressure, light enough to be a tease, teasing enough to make him flare in anticipation. No erection yet, but he's shifting his hips tellingly.

It's a good thing he doesn't know what Ghyslain is thinking. Issues too similar would rise to the surface and they'd just spend the night either sharing or avoiding the talk altogether. And he'd be too sober to pretend he could just ignore his mind and listen to his body.]

Mouais...

[very bon. His eyes flutter shut and he parts his lips, moving them only to run his tongue whenever Ghyslain leans away.]

[Yes, all the signals are very good. Combined relaxation and tension, exactly as it should be in the earliest stages. He curls his fingers just a little, but otherwise maintains the same movement through Romain's little twitches and shifts; it's good that he has to maintain such sharp focus, concentrate entirely on Romain, because that makes it much easier to ignore how heat is ripping through him like wildfire with every sign of enjoyment. Even just that tiny opening of Romain's lips makes him have to fight back a shudder lest his own arousal create a feeling of pressure for Romain again.

Distract. Think about Romain. Make this good for him. He kisses Romain's open mouth softly, then moves on to his jawline, down his neck. Hot kisses, his own lips just a bit parted, but not wet and sloppy. He doesn't suck, doesn't bite. Everything is about buildup right now: no sudden, startling jolts of sensation, which could ruin the entire effect.]

Edited (I'M WORSE AT WORDS THAN HE IS.) 2015-06-16 23:08 (UTC)

Mmn--

[His sounds grow in eagerness, now almost involuntary because he is definitely being charged and swelling under the touch. Romain has to swallow again, pursing his lips into Ghyslain's before he's whimpering at the progress of his mouth down to his neck, so soft and calculated. The little movements of his hips are now turning into steady rolls, pressing the growing erection into the other boy's hand.

This is still the beginning, but the nature of his all is making him incredibly warm. It's not just the sexual aspect of it, though - he feels like he's being guided, taken care of. Maybe it's just his type, but the girls he slept with were either the ones being taken care of or at a level of equality, never the ones who overpowered him in such an attentive way. The last time he had this, she was a woman too old for him, taking advantage of a young and infatuated boy. He didn't care. He still doesn't. All he regrets is that he came out of it hurt, not that it happened in the first place.

She warped him just right, didn't she.]

That's really good...

[The kissing, the stroking. All of it.]

[If he's warped then they both are, a little, considering that Ghyslain is willing to use this kind of care in the first place rather than just experimenting eagerly with a friend. They both learned how the whole thing works a little bit wrong, but it's working. Oh, it's working, and Ghyslain can't help but breathe a bit heavily against Romain's shoulder when he feels him starting to get hard. Now he gets a proper grip over Roman's pants, still light but shaping what's coming to life there, and now the massaging comes closer to a true handjob stroke.

Kissing along his shoulder, his collarbone, before moving back to whisper against his ear after he speaks.]

Bien. [And he really does sound happy, not just satisfied. He sounds almost overjoyed.] Peux-je vous toucher?

[He thinks the meaning is clear enough. Bare-handed. Can he start pulling back the clothes now?]

[He tenses and moves his lips, sucks them in to wet them with his tongue, all little but telling reactions to anything and everything Ghyslain does. It's already so much better just based on the fact that those fingers are curling around the length of his arousal, even if it's still over the fabric.

Eyes shut, he nods at the question.]

Yes - please.

[Please. A little sound escapes him at that, much as he's been trying to smother his own reactions, and he kisses Romain's ear softly before shifting down a bit to unbutton and unzip his pants. He gets another gentle massage over the fabric of his boxers (which are adorable, good god, Ghyslain has to suck his lips back between his teeth to keep from giggling, just stifling it into a fond little smile), then everything gets eased down around his ankles. He can decide if he wants to kick them right off and be undressed or if the comfort of being able to reach down easily and pull them back up makes it better.

And for the first time, it becomes quite plain that Ghyslain needs to calm himself before continuing, a few deep and shaky breaths leaving his lips before he settles his hand on Romain's cock. It's so hot, almost completely hard now, and Ghyslain just wants to bury his face beween those legs and kiss all around it. Take it right into his mouth. But that's not their agreement, so he just curls his hand again and starts to stroke with more force and intent. His breathing is still heavier than it should be, but he can't stop that now. His chest feels tight with anticipation, the need to see Romain come apart.]

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