umbralla | [for romain]

[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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[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 -

Mhm...

[If Ghyslain told him about how he draws pleasure from seeing his partner feel pleasure, he'd understand completely. It's how he feels now, bobbing his head slightly to shift from place to place with more kisses, more tongue, while his hand travels around his body to grope at his ass again, to come around and massage his bulge ever so softly. One could argue he's barely even here, just as consumed by Ghyslain's body as he probably is by Romain's mouth.

Careful. Right. Ghyslain can tell him about that if he thinks it's too much for Romain to part his legs and place himself between them, coming up for another make-out session.]

Ah - ah, Romain! -

[His body doesn't know which way to move, still trying to arch into his mouth when his hips suddenly snap up into that touch and he lets out a startled whimper. Romain is bold once he's made up his mind, incredibly bold, and it keeps taking Ghyslain by wonderful surprise.

The weight of Romain's body over his, between his legs, is too exquisite to worry about careful. He rests his hands on either side of Romain's head and pulls him up so that their lips can meet, then shifts them down to grab Romain's ass this time, hips immediately starting to roll so that they can grind together as mindlessly and desperately as the teenagers they were not so long ago.]

[It could be a protest, the little whine, but Ghyslain makes no move to push Romain away so he just presses on. Once they start kissing, once those hips start rolling, the two boys start to grind completely - mindlessly and desperately, yes. He has to come up to breathe hard, return to Ghyslain's lips as they both swell under each other's touch.]

Ghyslain, I... [There's just a thin strand of saliva connecting their lips, which Romain immediately licks away to notice just how red and swollen the other boy's are.] I want - can I...?

[Sex. He wants sex. Badly.}

[His little whimpering sounds turn into a sort of groan when Romain stops to speak, but then his skin is alive and prickling and his breath is knocked right out of his chest. Like he's been shot through with electricity.

Does Romain actually want - ?]

How do you want? [That's an important thing to specify.] I can - I will speak you through how to take me, if you like.

[Take. What a word to choose. But he's not totally secure with sexual language in English.]

[he's way too sensitive right now, too hard too fast when there's no mental block or the padding of alcohol to soften his senses. He's just pure sensation and hormones and Ghyslain is too gorgeous to be real. And - his.]

A-anything you want. I just don't know how much I can take if you - [penetrate goes unsaid. Yeah.] Just tell me what you want, I'll totally do it.

[No. It's better if Romain does that first. He realizes something very quickly, though, eyes going wide.]

There are things I need. In my room.

[They can't do this with nothing, not for someone's first time. What could they use? Does Ghyslain remember Romain's gift at all right now? Apparently not.]

What - condoms? Lube? I have all that.

[don't make him stop, it might actually physically hurt. And no, he's not even thinking about the power. It'll be a surprise!]

Ah - ah bon, c'est bien. [He didn't... know if lube came into play with women. He's kind of a gold star in that regard. Working his way up onto his elbows, then back to seated, he strokes a hand lightly over the back of Romain's head and kisses him before giving directions.]

You will get those. And - undress, of course, I will do the same. And then you will learn how it is done.

[Wow Ghyslain watch some tv!!! oh wait kissing now yes good.]

Okay.

[He is like an obedient puppy, now, shifting backwards to start yanking the rest of his clothes off, throwing them aside because they're boring, enthusiastic and maybe even a bit clumsy. He's smiling like an idiot.]

[WHAT YOU NEVER SEE LUBE ON TV!!! What have you been watching Romain??

It's rather amazing to see Romain so happy at the prospect of sex - not in general, they're both men and young men at that, but because he was nearly petrified before. Drunk, horny, and still petrified. Now he's beaming at the fact that it'll happen, and it causes this warm little spark in Ghyslain's chest that he hopes isn't dangerous.

It doesn't feel that affectionate, though, and certainly not covetous. It feels almost proud of Romain's growth, whatever this attraction to Ghyslain means for his sexuality. Not a notch on his rainbow-striped bedpost or anything, just - well, he supposes he can understand why Petre goes around coaxing the gay out of boys like him. Not how he does it, that's still rather cruel, but if he feels this same happiness at seeing a side of someone they hadn't accepted or maybe even known before unfurl then at least there's a positive to what he does.

But enough navel gazing, there's sex to be had. He shakes himself out of the stupor brought on by Romain's adorable smile and strips from the waist down as well, like he promised. Then he gives Romain another kiss, because this could all get a bit clinical with the how-tos in his shaky English if they don't do things like kiss in between.]

You can - there are different ways. Do you want to see my face? [He means be face-to-face, but that's not an expression he knows. It'll probably sound ludicrous to Romain, who so admires Ghyslain's looks, to suggest that he'd want Ghyslain to take it from behind.]

[EUROPEAN TV]

[He smiles still, faltering only slightly when it seems like Ghyslain is staring at him a little too hard. First Romain wonders if he's done something wrong, then he wonders if Ghyslain is developing feelings for him already, and then it's quickly taken off his mind when they're back to kissing and getting things done. God, he didn't even take the chance to see the other boy's body in full. What's the tone of his skin under this light, how his limbs connect to the rest, how his cock looks like when it's fully erect - but there's time.]

Your face? [He breathes, dazed all over again.] Yeah, of course - I wanna kiss you.

[That brings a shy little half-smile to his face. For someone who isn't about relationships, Romain is still pretty romantic about sex. It's something that Ghyslain thinks will make this arrangement work well.

His answer also tells Ghyslain a lot about good possible positions. He'd thought about riding Romain, but that will keep him at a distance for a good deal of the time, and he'll be in control of when they can and can't kiss. Better that he be on his back, probably legs wrapped around Romain's waist.

(And here he stops planning for a moment to consider that image, and allow himself a long, deep shiver with a corresponding throb in his cock. Don't forget to enjoy it yourself, he thinks, because you want it to be so good for him.)]

First you must put on the condom. Your hands will be too... glissant, avec le lubrifiant, avant longtemps.

Right.

[with a nod, he opens his hand and a condom appears, having switched out air for what was inside the small silver packet in one of his drawers. The rest is routine, rolling it on and over his own cock. As if to avoid any possible pauses, he returns to Ghyslain's space for more kissing, hand on his waist.]

[He blinks at the sudden appearance of a condom, then lets out a delighted laugh, more than half at himself for having forgotten in the first place. Of course, there's no need to grab anything from anywhere. Romain is remarkable.

Just watching Romain roll on the condom is enough to quicken Ghyslain's breath, make his heart pound, and he wraps his arms tight around Romain's neck as soon as their lips meet again to draw him down to the bed on top of him once again. Even with better on the way, all he can do for a moment is give himself to that kiss, revel in it.

But he has to break away eventually, continue his instructions in a soft, breathless voice.]

Le lubrifiant... sur tes doights. Beaucoup. Tu peux employer deux pour commencer - étirer, tordre, jusqu'à ce qu'il se desserre.

[He's not saying "in my ass." He's showing Romain the respect of assuming he knows that much, or can figure it out.]

[It's a delight, the way Ghyslain's arms wrap around him in a tight embrace while they kiss, falling back slowly while Romain climbs on top, right between his legs. Aside from the erection, it feels so natural. Nothing Romain hasn't done before.

But the instructions that follow make his mind travel to slightly unpleasant places. Had they not talked about it and it would have been completely irrelevant, but now he's going back to when Elena would tell him to do something similar, just as gentle and sweet without lacking the element of an order in it.

Lips parted, lids relaxed, he brushes it off and nods. Holds his hand up again, forming a small pool of lube in it that he then brushes fingers on. Plenty, as he said. Then the excess is gone and he's on all fours and positioning himself.]

You ready?

[He doesn't know. He doesn't know any of that, and how it would break his heart to know. There wasn't really a gentler way to do it, short of pulling up some kind of pornographic video or step-by-step diagram (if such a thing exists, is there explicit sex ed for the gays), but it would still break his heart. It's a good thing for the progression of this event that he doesn't see any of it on Romain's face, because that kind of pain would probably kill his boner in record time.

He just sees Romain poised and ready, light glistening off his slick fingers, and his breath hitches sharply in his throat. Slowly, he spreads his legs further, pushes up his hips to make sure Romain's got room to reach. It's not intentional, but he looks shameless in this moment, almost pornographic himself, because he's making his body so ready so that this can go smoothly as possible.]

Ouais. [A dazed, open-mouthed stare. He's more than ready.]

[The sight of Ghyslain - it just takes him miles and miles away from any thoughts he had before, about Elena. Seeing him with his legs spread, his mouth open, so wanton and ready, makes Romain's cock twitch and one hand come between his legs to cover it.

But they have a goal, and he knows it's time to concentrate. He makes a point not to look down this time, keeping his gaze on Ghyslain as the slicked up hand moves in, fingertips between his cheeks before he - carefully - searches for the entrance and presses in with a single finger.]

You'll tell me if I'm doing something wrong?

[With that, he pushes in a little further.]

[It's electric, the way their eyes are locked on one another as Romain feels his way around such an intimate area and -]

Ah! [There's no pain in that cry, no alarm, and he doesn't clench around Romain's finger at all; it may still be enough to startle him, but Ghyslain gives no indication that the reaction is negative. Even his face is still open, not furrowed at all, and he's breathing heavily by the time Romain pushes further.

It's such a little bit of stimulation. Nothing compared to what will come. But it's Romain, and every step he takes feels immeasurably amplified when it reaches Ghyslain's body.]

Ce n'est pas faux, c'est incroyable, n'arretes pas... ajoutes un autre, tu - you will not hurt me. [Somehow that statement feels stronger in English, less like he just babbled it out without thought, so he makes the switch.]

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