umbralla | [for romain]

[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.]

[Oh. Right. The rubber ducky boxers. He forgot about them completely. It's a good thing Ghyslain doesn't make a comment though, because they're his favorite and he'll defend them to the end of this Earth!!! Maybe just won't use them when he's prepared to seduce someone and wants to be taken even remotely seriously if and when they sleep together. Ahem.

He has to prop himself up a little to help Ghyslain with the pants, wiggling a little but not kicking them off entirely. This part is easier than he thought it'd be, but if the other boy is getting too excited then Romain doesn't notice, startling a noise in his throat when it's skin on skin at last.]

Ohh - [ohhh. Drunk or not, he's still really mellowed out and all the more receptive to any kind of charge, shooting right through his body and concentrating beneath the palm of Ghyslain's hand. He needs - he needs to kiss him again, muffle his own sounds somehow. A hand anchors around his nape at that thought, closing in to kiss him hastily.]

[No, he wants to hear those sounds, but that doesn't mean he'll turn down a kiss either; warm and pliant, he bends easily under the pressure of Romain's hand and meets his mouth, finally losing some of that fine control in his messy, wet reciprocation. He has to break away now and then to catch his breath, somehow even more lost in this than Romain, but he always returns to the clumsy kissing if Romain leans back up for another.

He won't lose himself completely, though. His hand is still deft and precise, adding touches that keep it from just being a basic up-and-down pumping motion; he'll twist a little here, slide his thumb around the sensitive areas of the head on the occasional upstroke, squeeze lightly at the base before slackening as he moves upward, varying just enough to complement the steady pace rather than breaking it in any way that might diminish the building pleasure.]

Tu es merveilleux, Romain... [It's murmured with a little smile, light enough not to sound like any kind of deep, inappropriate confession; Ghyslain's not in love, just delighted with Romain's eagerness and how he keeps giving himself over more and more to what's happening.]

[He wants to tell Ghyslain he's just drunk again, but they've come too far and been at this for too long for that to be a viable excuse anymore. He thinks it just makes him sound like he's denial, too, or downplaying whatever kind of chemistry brought them together tonight. Neither of them would be doing this if either one of them didn't want to. How he views that situation will change quite a bit in the morning, but until then -]

C'est trop bon. Trop bon - [A whimper here and there, hissing through his lips whenever his hips jerk involuntarily, steadying himself right after to counter the movement of the hand. It's just about the best handjob he can remember getting for a long while, all those details slipped in between the regular strokes. Ghyslain's hand is - it's delicate. That's the word that's been missing, and it's perfect to describe everything about him. His beauty, his movements, his words. If he didn't have enough experience he'd probably have come ten seconds into it. Maybe not even that long.] Do you - do you want me to do - anything -

[Too good... that's not a warning or an objection. That's a backhanded plea. He can't hold back the full-body shudder that rips through him at those words, but still he doesn't lose laser-sharp focus on the movement of his hand, which he amps up as soon as Romain starts jerking and jittering into the strokes. Less finesse now, more sheer speed and friction. He's just on the edge of getting needy enough not to care how it's done and that's exactly when to push.

Do? What can he do? He's doing everything, he's so gorgeous and consumed by the simplest act Ghyslain could have pulled out of his arsenal. This is incredible. But he licks his lips thoughtfully, gives Romain one of those effortlessly incisive looks, before deciding that he can handle a bit of reciprocation from Romain without breaking apart himself and ruining this.]

You could touch me. Not - not intimately. [He's just as breathless, really proving that his statement about this providing him as much pleasure as it would Romain was no lie.] Just put your hands on me. Where you like.

Yeah? [He breathes, lids half-closed to look up at him, fingers pressing a little harder against his nape. He likes to hear what is wanted from him from just about anyone, so that much has remained consistent despite the drastic change in partners throughout his short life. Soon as Ghyslain gives him the answer he's obedient about following through: his other hand reaches to cup his face, bring him closer again, keeping him busy with kisses while his hips continue to jerk up against the faster strokes. While Romain works to search any part of his body that's within his reach, his neck and abdomen grow completely tense, moans noisily announcing that he's really, really close.]

Oh - fuck - [Oop, swearing. Definitely another sign.] I'm coming, I'm coming -

[He sounds about as urgent as anyone would, pressing his eyes shut when he interrupts the kiss and freezes up completely, only to shoot his hips back into Ghyslain's grasp, ejaculating in a series of quick but strong spasms. Then he releases an incredibly long breath and falls back, chest heaving.]

... Oh man.

[Everywhere Romain's hands fall, regardless of whether it's a seemingly innocuous spot or a highly suggestive one, they coax out shudders so long and deep that Ghyslain's hand even jitters a bit in its frantic pace. He's sensitive, so incredibly sensitive, and so aroused right now that the simplest touch over his clothing is enough to stoke the fire.]

Oui, Romain, oui - [Not just breathless but gasping, so ready for him, and he lets out a tiny empathetic moan when he feels the damp, sticky heat spill over his hand again and again. It happened, it really worked - he got Romain off. He did it well, by the looks of things, well and truly and intensely. He's in awe of the aftermath, both the mess and the dazed awe mirrored on Romain's face.

He did it.]

Très beau. [It's already a thing between them, that statement, and it's all he can say right now. With that post-orgasm glow about him, flushed and sweaty and messy and gasping for breath, he's so incredibly lovely. It's practically short-circuited Ghyslain's brain.]

[He can't help but laugh softly at that, eyes still shut. It's pretty weird to feel this small under someone's gaze, but he's so content and warm that he doesn't care about any of the circumstances of his orgasm. He just knows that it was really good, and now the person who caused it is calling him beautiful. Like he's the only one in the whole wide world he'd say that to.

Oh, to be the object of attention. It's really nice. But in a totally manly way.]

I need... you need...

[He's still very mellow when he continues, hands barely able to move toward what he means. Does Ghyslain want him to-? He did tell him to pay attention, so -]

[It's Ghyslain's turn to laugh, shakier than ever. Oh, does he need. He needs so much that his whole body feels like it's throbbing in time with his erection. Or is that his pulse? Or both? He's a mess.

Still, one last check in.]

Es-tu prêt? [Physically ready, emotionally ready, mentally ready. He's looking out for himself now as much as Romain, because holy god, he does not want this to grind to a halt if Romain gets scared. He needs. Better he just take care of himself if that's what the situation demands.]

[He's shaky, Romain's shaky. He does open his eyes to look back at him, though, even if he lowers his gaze shortly after to focus on his chest. That's a pretty safe spot to stare at. Eye contact will just give it all away, whatever it is.]

Honnêtement? Je n'ai aucune idée. Mais je - veux te voir.

[... Well, there goes that. His hand travels down, remarkably sure of where it's going, settling softly over his erection.]

Et tu es encore raide.

[And there goes that, too.]

Dis moi quoi faire?

Ah - merde - [He jerks up into Romain's hand with another one of those hard, violent shudders. At least Romain can take comfort in the fact that it obviously, plainly won't take much for this to work. Ghyslain isn't even worried about getting his pants off, because he's in his own room, so he can change. Just being touched is enough.]

Mon dieu, c'est... [No, focus. Give him instruction.] ...touchez moi. Là, partout, simplement - touchez moi, je t'en pries.

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Ghyslain -

[Oh god. His reaction alone - it makes his heart speed up, suddenly glad he's too exhausted to even think about getting excited again. With some determination Romain makes an effort to push himself up and kiss the other boy again, now rolling on his side to make him lie down on his back. It's his turn, after all, so he should be as relaxed as Romain was. A little breathlessly:]

You're so hot.

[But in a manly way. Really. Let him just place his hand back right where it was and tentatively start putting some pressure on his crotch, indulging him in that for a while before he starts to unbutton his pants. This is okay, right? He doesn't have to ask.]

[Again he follows each movement so willingly that it's almost boneless, coaxed onto his back and staring up at Romain with an odd mix of deep concentration and total vapid emptiness. This always remained too much to hope for in his head, no matter how well things went up until now, and the fact that it's happening hasn't quite sunk in. He can certainly feel everything, but his mind is detached from it in an odd sort of way.

You're so hot.

That's when it clicks, when he realizes that Romain is doing this out of desire as much as obligation or curiosity. As soon as his hand settles again, Ghyslain starts to roll and arch into it, head nearly thrashing back and forth with the immensity of how good it feels. There's a huge weight behind this encounter, not false emotional attachment but so much more, and it's making everything so much more intense that he can barely stand it.]

Ah, Romain... [He's not objecting to having his clothes unfastened, not by a longshot. He just sounds stunned by the initiative, and still so pleading.]

[He'd probably just feel so much warmer if he had any idea of all these things running through Ghyslain's mind. Intimidated, yes, but also - flattered? Because Romain really is doing this out of desire, and soon as the high eases off from the experience, he's going to have a lot of sobriety falling heavy on his thoughts instead. Until then -]

Oui...

[- he lowers himself to kiss Ghyslain again. As lovely as his sounds are, he really wants to feel those lips on his own again, so plush, so soft. There's a conscious effort not to compare them to a girl's, but it's inevitable when he does anyway. It helps make this experience more familiar in the neutrality of offering pleasure rather than what gender he's offering it to.]

Dis-moi si tu n'aimez pas.

[Another reassurance that he wants the boy beneath him to enjoy it, just before his hand pushes inside his pants, still not quite prepared to make direct contact. It's just about the same he does every time he uses his hand, though: stimulate with some kind barrier over it, building anticipation until he finally provides some kind of relief in reaching a peak of touch.]

[He murmurs helplessly into the kiss, lifting his head a little when it's broken as though he's not ready for it to end, then smiling gently at Romain's words.]

It is impossible, I - oh! [And his back is arching again, hips rolling into the almost-touch, that sound almost a cry. He squeezes his eyes shut, mouth falling open as his hands suddenly fly into action and start to reach frantically for Romain; he manages to grip a sleeve just below the shoulder, fist closing tight around it. His face is absolutely contorted with pleasure.]

Non, c'est - c'est bon, c'est si bon, n'arretes pas...

Edited 2015-06-18 03:57 (UTC)

[His turn to smile, quite amazed by how easily he's causing such a reaction with his hand. It's the encouragement he needs to slip is under his underwear and touch him at last, feeling around for a hesitant moment before figuring out how to curl his fingers around his length.

Okay. He can do this. Just - keep it simple. Ghyslain knows this is his first handjob to another guy, so he can't expect to have his world rocked. Just your standard boring pumping for now.]

[The touches make him squirm, trying to help and probably just making things more difficult, but then his mouth opens in a perfect O when Romain gets a hold of him and he lets out another whimper.

Just the standard is good. It's brilliant. He used all the tricks he did because he knew he was working past a lot of mental barriers that would show themselves physically, but he has no such thing - he wants this so badly he could cry, and now it's happening, and all he can do is feel his body jerk into the pumping of Romain's hand and listen to the pathetic little sounds coming from himself. There's no worry about coming too fast, no shame, because Romain can't possibly have any expectation for how this will go. This isn't a test on which he'll be graded and given the treatment he's earned himself, or a lesson for a nervous boy who wants to impress. It's just pleasure.

Just pure, perfect pleasure.]

Romain, baise-moi, s'il vous plait... [His voice is higher than usual, strung tight with arousal that's pulling tighter every second, and he's clinging to the front of Romain's shirt now. He wants the taste of Romain on his lips, even if it is heavy with alcohol right now, one last time before he comes.

[There's really no way Romain can get aroused again, but God, if it had been any other time he'd be completely hard and crying for release. The look on Ghyslain's face and the pitch of his voice makes everything so incredibly intense, more intense than he remembers it having been in a long time, hand closed tight around the fabric of his shirt and words pleading for a kiss between little whimpers. And, fuck - he's whimpering too, completely incapable of helping himself. It's as uncontrollable as the other boy's thrusts into his hand.

He's barely doing anything worthwhile, and yet here he is, coming apart at the seams. But if he wants a kiss, Romain is absolutely going to give him one. As many as he likes, in fact. He leans down quickly and their mouths connect, kissing hungrily, sucking on his lips and pushing his tongue against his. This might just be their best kiss so far, if just because of how delighting it is for the both of them.]

Tu es là? Ghyslain, [He breathes, freezes a little just to watch his features again, and then his hand jerks faster than before, steady and swift.] Viens -

[No, Romain isn't fully aroused, but he's lost again. He's drowning in Ghyslain's pleasure. Ghyslain is just aware enough to hear that in the sounds he makes, feel it in his kisses. All he wants is for Ghyslain to feel good - pure pleasure.

And then his voice, his words, and Ghyslain comes as though he really is following orders: instantaneous, hard, whole body shivering as the orgasm moves through him. Romain's name comes out on the edge of a cry, just before he collapses back into the bed with a gulping breath in and a shuddering one out.

He's a mess. His pants really didn't come off. But the discomfort is the last thing on his mind, because his whole body is still humming and Romain is still there and panic has yet to set in. (It's telling of how he thinks that there's a yet there, but it's just a tiny, quiet worry for now.)]

Romain... [It feels like all he can say anymore. Now it's a low, hoarse breath, totally different from his shrill voice on the way up, matched by heavy-lidded eyes. He's more in awe than ever.] ... merci.

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