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[for romain]

[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 his turn to reach for Romain's hand, give it a little squeeze as he exhales out his excitement and nervousness in a shaky breath. This doesn't feel like retribution or heroism or anything like that to him - just something that needs to be done, and he's in a good position to do it.

(And maybe it'll be treated a bit like heroism and maybe he'd like that attention. Everyone's a little bit ugly.)

He releases the hand quickly, though, taking a sip of his drink as ordered.]

This has grown from pranks. [It's said lightly, but with that ever-incisive gaze trained on Romain.]

[even if it's a meaningful gesture, Romain finds it really cute. Weird that they were never friends before. They get along so well despite their stark differences.

He watches Ghyslain distractedly for a moment, and then finally decides to ask:]

Wanna make out?

[Considering what they were talking about, the sharp change of subject comes as enough of a shock, never mind what Romain says. But there was suggestiveness in how he asked about staying in his room, so Ghyslain really could've expected this. He was hoping for it, quietly. But it still startles him a bit.

He sets down his drink on the beside table, then smiles at Romain a bit wickedly.]

Je n'ais pas choisi ton chambre pour l'ambiance. [Damn right he wants to make out.]

[Maybe Romain isn't so good at really serious conversations, especially when they go on for too long. Not a lot of people get to see that side of him, so - pretty amazing that Ghyslain even got this far.

With a little laugh, Romain's smile turns into a full grin. He adjusts his position on the bed, turned toward Ghyslain, and carefully brings a hand up to cup his face. Standard stuff to take positions and lean in for a starter kiss.]

[Stark differences is right. Ghyslain is too serious for his own good, so maybe they'll strike some sort of balance. There is a saying about opposites he thinks, just before Romain touches his face so sweetly and he doesn't think about anything else.

He's not used to the standard at all. It's nearly magical to him.

He's eager when he closes the distance, but a bit more patient when their lips meet, always having to remind himself to slow down and not devour Romain whole. Even now that he's fully on board, or as fully as the two of them both want, Ghyslain feels like he could easily be overwhelmed. This is only his second time kissing a boy, the first of which probably went as far as it did because of alcohol.

So he just nudges Romain's lips, a series of soft and dry kisses, maybe a little bit teasing.]

[he parts his lips fully expecting a tongue to meet his own, resuming what they are doing to wonder if he should be confused or humbled by how eager he's become. The thrill he felt before is still there, which is both unnerving and a relief, but Ghyslain does a good job at making Romain feel okay about kissing a guy (and jerking off, can't forget the jerking off, which just pulls at a pesky nerve like a string on a guitar) and makes it look so easy to boot. He thinks they've both had their hearts broken, so maybe that means they'll just be more careful with each other's.]

Mm...

[definitely getting impatient now, which calls for some tricks up his sleeve. His hand lowers after the little moan, settling on Ghyslain's thigh.]

{God, that sound makes him flush all over, and he lets out a little one of his own when Romain's hand rests on his thigh. Still brave, even without the alcohol. This is a thing he wants, a thing he asked for first, so Ghyslain doesn't have to be quite so cautious. He still doesn't want to push, but not quite so cautious.

He finally licks into Romain's mouth, trying to coax out his tongue, his own hands pressing up against Romain's chest to steady himself as he leans in closer and lets out a shaky breath through his nose. As much as he likes Romain - and he really, really does - some of this is still the illicit thrill that comes from knowing Romain never considered it with another boy. Ghyslain doesn't get to feel special often, so he's eating up this chance.]

[There's a telling shift to the way his neck is positioned when Ghyslain's tongue pushes through his lips, picking up speed and leaning back in to counter the pressure with more open eagerness.

The hand on his thigh begins to slide up and down within an inch, a soothing movement before it circles to the outer side and back up. The sounds become more frequent, more suggestive, tongues going back and forth. He knows girls can get incredibly turned on from making out alone, but - well. They're both guys. Guys need something more direct, don't they?

Wait. Back up. They're just making out. Ghyslain isn't expecting him to do anything beyond that, and vice-versa.

So he breaks away from the kiss, breathing hard to press his forehead against the other boy's. His eyes are shut, he's clearly bothered by something, but he's smiling.]

We should lie down.

[At least Ghyslain isn't getting instantly hard the way he did the first time they kissed, just chasing down little shivers and squirming movements as Romain caresses his thigh and waves of heat flow through his veins. It's so good, he's falling a little in love with Romain's soft lips and the skilled movements of his tongue - enough that he makes his own tiny (and unintentional) noise of complaint when the kiss is broken. Their heavy breaths mingling, Ghyslain opens his eyes to scan Romain's face carefully.

There are a few different signals being sent here, and Ghyslain isn't sure which one to believe. Lie down, or question that statement? Romain's smile can't quite hide the unease on his face.]

You are sure?

Just so we're comfortable.

[uh-huh. He claims no responsibility over what may come after that.]

... d'accord.

[He's still not sure, but asking was really all he could do, right? When Romain doesn't take the opportunity to change his mind, Ghyslain shuffles behind him and stretches out on the bed, staying on his side to keep things as neutral as possible - no suggestion that anyone needs to be on top of anyone else right now. Then he grins up, a bit coy in that way he has, and slides a fingertip down Romain's arm.]

Come here. [It's a very English expression, not one he'd use naturally, but the moment seemed to call for it.]

[Damn, he really is beautiful. Just watching him shift and take a position on the bed, lying down on his side while his ice blue eyes look straight up at Romain's. Immediately he wants to find his features with his hands, ravish him, kiss him all over. He has never felt this way about another guy and he still has no idea how Ghyslain is making all these feelings hit so fast.

The smile is gone now, only because it's given place to a mildly awestruck daze. That is broken when he looks down at the finger on his arm, which is about enough to send a shiver down his middle.

Wish, command. Soon enough Romain is on his side, too, propping himself up on one arm.]

... Can't stop staring at your eyes.

[That look, a bit dazed and yet very heated, gives him a shiver right back. Has he ever been looked at like that? He's mostly blind to people admiring him, but now he can't ignore or deny it, and it's coming from (what he still thinks of as) a straight boy. Pride swells in him even as his mouth quirks into a shy grin and he has to break the stare once Romain is lying down.]

My eyes? [Slowly, he looks back up, into Romain's. The dark greyish-blue that hid its true colour for quite awhile because of its shade. He cups Romain's cheek, stroking lightly with his thumb.] Your own are much more striking, Romain.

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[they've discussed each other's eyes; he remembers that much. How drunk were they then? Romain still feels inebriated now, even if it's out of sheer chemistry. It feels cheesy to admit that to himself.]

... Listen, I know I said I don't want a relationship, but - I don't want you to think I'm just gonna turn around [AND DESERT YOU] and pretend you don't exist anymore. I'm not like that. But if one day you think you want more and I'm hurting you for it then we might as well call it quits. Okay? It's important that we're both honest about this.

[this is not unlike talks he's had before.]

We should be friends above all. I don't wanna lose that.

[There they go back into serious conversation mode again. It's an important thing to have out in the air, though; Romain has correctly pegged him as a sentimental sort, someone who could fall so quickly he wouldn't even realize it until it was too late, and that would make it important to cut off the sexual side and focus on their bond. Romain's totally right.

And he's the one who's maintained things like this by choice, so Ghyslain will definitely follow his lead. He nods slowly, solemnly, not breaking eye contact to show that he's really heard what Romain said.]

Friends above all. I will not let you hurt me by accident. [Because he can already tell that Romain doesn't like the idea of him being hurt, and they've both been used in horrible ways. It would be a very ugly thing, letting Romain think he'd used Ghyslain just because he wasn't open about developing feelings.]

[his smile, however small, is reassured. He nods, gaze down, thinking about what he said... Then moves his hand to stroke Ghyslain's face. Reestablishing eye-contact is key to going back to a kiss, which starts all over again in terms of pacing itself. Then the same hand moves down until it's settled on Ghyslain's hip, before deciding he wants it to go around the small of his back and pull him closer.

... Can he put his hand on Ghyslain's butt. He has no idea if he'd like that. Oh well, good time as any to ask.]

What do guys like? I mean, like - from other guys. Where do you like to be touched?

[He murmurs happily into the kiss, nudging a bit closer to Romain as he returns it with light, deft flicks of his tongue. There's just no stopping the way his body shivers whenever Romain touches him, especially when he's pulled closer still - but the question gives him pause, and almost makes him laugh. Not unkindly, for the record, but any laugh at that question would be unkind. If Romain wants to learn, that's a good thing.]

There are many things we like, but I do not want to - hurry you? It may be preferable if I demonstrate first. [Oh yeah, the light in his eye has gone all the way to wicked on that one.] I like touch... everywhere. People say that I am sensitive, my body.

[He tilts his head back enough to get a good look at Romain, take in his whole face and make sure Romain can see his own expression. He's calm, assured.]

It will be very difficult for you to fail. I would like to see where you want to touch.

[well, since he put it that way. There's thought in Romain's expression before he gains determination and nods, back to kissing. That hand gains the courage to move down and cup Ghyslain's ass, just a feel before it becomes more physical - like a grope, but gentle. It doesn't stop there once that's done; the palm shifts between touching the cheeks and coming down to his thigh, then back.

Butts are universal. Everybody likes butts. Can't get that wrong.]

[That is a good deal of attention to his ass, and it makes him squirm against Romain's body and murmur out near-moans with every new movement. Definitely not wrong. He thinks of Romain's fingers sliding between his cheeks, one pressing into him - but it's too soon for that. Much too soon. Just the thought is enough to make him shudder, but he knows he can't push for anything like that yet.

So he just keeps kissing, hot and sweet and safe for now, his own hands wandering up under Romain's shirt to press against the warm skin of his back. Eventually he breaks off from Romain's mouth, props himself up a little to follow his jawline with his lips, then move down the side of his neck. Still just kisses, he thinks. Still safe.]

[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.]

Ghyslain - tes lèvres sont si doux...

[Read: don't stop.]

Comme ton peau.

[Murmured softly into said skin, which is indeed so soft that he never wants to break away from it. He nuzzles his face right into the crook of Romain's neck for a moment, then darts his tongue out to follow the path he kissed a bit more wetly, up and then down to where he meets the collar of Romain's shirt.

They're both touching beneath shirts now. It seems like a fair time to ask:]

Puis-je l'enlever? [He tugs a little at the bottom of Romain's shirt to make his meaning clear. He wants more of that perfect skin to touch and kiss.]

Ah - [a soft sound, just before hearing the question:] Oui. Of course. [he laughs for a second, a little breathlessly. Would it really be that surprising if they had sex again?]

[Probably not a huge surprise, but Ghyslain is still in question-asking mode. It'll be awhile before he feels confident enough to really take the reins, not in himself but in Romain's own assurance about doing these things. Careful, that's how he is now, but never playacting to make Romain feel better about his actions, as he feared earlier. This is all every bit as hot as he appears to find it.

He backs off enough to yank the shirt off with Romain's help, and then he does finally nudge him onto his back, simply because that makes it so much easier to reach all of that chest and abdomen. No straddling yet, nothing that aggressive: he just leans over Romain's body, dotting kisses from his collarbone to his chest before tonguing lightly at one of his nipples. Careful, yes - he'll back off at the first sign this is too much - but also boiling over with desire.]

Ohh - [A loud and deep sigh, because as careful and Ghyslain wants to be, Romain is still giving himself up and melting right into his lips. He thought just a while ago that guys do need something a little more physical to get fully turned on, and, well - his partner seems to be on the right track there. He arches his back and shifts his hips, massaging Ghyslain's nape before pulling his head back up for a kiss.

Then Romain is sitting up and leaning into Ghyslain's chest, his turn to press his mouth and lick at his nipple, suckling here and then while he nudges him down on his back for a little lavishing.]

[That sound, it makes him shiver right to his toes, and the shivers just keep coming when Romain starts to move beneath him - telltale signs that he's getting aroused - then pulls him in for another kiss. There's no art to this one at all, it's pure sloppy need, Ghyslain breathing hard through his nose as their lips slide together.

The actual last thing he expects is to wind up on his own back, staring down at Romain in disbelief before he finally just gives in as well and buries his fingers in Romain's hair. His chest rolls and arches into the attention, fingers tightening whenever Romain hits a good spot, and his hard breaths just edge on moans.]

Romain, c'est - magnifique -

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