umbralla | [for romain]

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.]

[He's really, really glad Ghyslain is in control of this, despite handing the power over to him. What Romain does next is what he knows, finger searching inside him to press and relax until he adds a second one. It feels so tight, and Romain's wondering how in the world he'll ever manage to penetrate him fully without it being incredibly painful for the both of them. But that's what the lube and stimulation are for, and if the other boy insisted on them then they're bound to work.

He'll need patience. Using just his fingers is a bit of an old skill, and one that almost invariably leaves him desperate for more from watching the reactions on his partners alone. He wants it too. Oh, please, please.]

Tell me what it's like, Ghyslain -

[eyes a little foggy, sound in the back of his throat as he knits his brows and swallows dryly.]

[It's so hard to decide whether to answer in English or French: there's so much more ease in French, but the way he has to select his words carefully and think much harder in English does feel like it gives the words more weight. and Romain is so absorbed in this, almost reverent as he watches himself prepare Ghyslain, that it feels like it deserves that weight. He just isn't sure he'll be able to find the words.]

It is like - [A tiny whimper, pushing down against his fingers and wriggling.] - it is like you are opening me. It is like you are a key and you will unlock everything I need. [Maybe too poetic?] It is all one when someone is inside of you, there is no you and no them. I do not - je ne sais pas si les hommes comprennent ça complètement, quand ils ne sont pas penetré. Ce n'est pas la même sensation quand je suis en haut.

[And after that speech, he lets out a long breath and pushes down again.]

Un autre. S'il vous plait.

[it's weird that Romain should ask what it's like. He's only ever asked girls if they were enjoying it, what they wanted him to do, if he was being too rough when he picked up the pace - but now that it's a guy and the possibility that this might be done to him becomes real he gets curious for completely selfish reasons. The same rules apply though: pleasure, preferences, pressure and pace.

Which is why he didn't expect his answer to be so... abstract. He deliberately avoids using 'romantic' for it. God - Ghyslain isn't setting himself up for heartbreak, is he? Do they need to clear this up? Maybe. But later.]

Ghyslain...

[he moves in to kiss him, pressing his free hand down at the juncture between his leg and hip to position the third finger, bringing the others out just until the very tip. Then he's forcing a thicker penetration inside. It's the brush of the hand on Ghyslain's cock that makes him think: he adds clitoral stimulation as many times as he can. The same logic should apply here, right? You can't possibly take as much pleasure from anal penetration. Can you?

Doesn't matter. Without permission or concern, he wraps his hand around the boy's cock and strokes him, quick and simple, while his other fingers continue to twist and push in against the rhythm of his hips.]

[The even wider stretch makes him let out a long breath, eyes slipping shut, and he stays that way until Romain is suddenly stroking his cock and they fly open again.]

Romain - ! [For a second, he thinks he could just come like this. Fingers and hand, it feels so good. And imagine Romain being considerate enough to start stroking him during prep of all things. But that wouldn't begin to be fair, and it's not what he wants anyway - he wants to feel Romain inside him. The fingers would never be enough.]

Romain... [His voice is softer now, less urgent.] ... I am ready. The lubricant - you will need more, over the condom - and then. I am ready for you.

[He smiles at that, a bit eager and a bit shy. This is still strange, being the one in charge, and it's a bit flustering. But is he ever ready.]

[Oh god - there it is - the permission he desperately wanted to get. Part of him wants to ask if he's sure, because it still feels like he's going to hurt Ghyslain bad, unused as Romain is to anal sex, but the greater one declares that he knows what he's talking about, for sure, and he's really desperate for relief. It actually feels like it's hurting from anticipation alone.]

I'm gonna put some lube in you. It'll feel weird, but don't freak out. I think it'll help.

[So he moves in, kisses him fiercely, and produces said lubrication for him in an instant, just enough into his entrance and over his own cock. He's so ready. And impatient. Eager. Etc.]

You're sure - [he asked anyway, oops. He continues to kiss him between words and breaths,] If you want me to stop, just - you'll tell me?

[Even if Romain feels like it might hurt even more to feel him and have that taken away.]

[He's all those things as well, so he tilts his head up into the kiss to meet it with just as much desperate ferocity, trying not to squirm when he feels so much more lube than usual inside of him. It's not cold, at least, but it still feels incredibly strange. And it's sweet of Romain to worry about his comfort.]

I will. I promise. Romain - je suis prêt.

[He's wondering quietly if Romain is really ready, with all of this delaying, but he'll wait. Nothing's going to be forced here. They've both been forced, or at least coerced, enough for a lifetime. He slides his hands up and down Romain's back, slow and soothing, and waits with his face tilted confidently up to look Romain in the eye - he's ready.]

[he was going to do it, but the added reassurance does help, and a lot. So with a few more seconds of eager kisses, Romain finally pushes in, and -]

Oh, God -

[he has to freeze for a moment, push a little further, then pause because he's shivering all over. Oh god. Ghyslain is so tight, even after prep, and now Romain feels like's he'll go mad because there's no way he'll last a full minute, let alone however long it'll take Ghyslain to come first. He's a teenager all over again. This young man has made him gay and a teenager.]

Oh my God, Ghyslain.

[he's already doing what he knows, still full of all kinds of sensations running wild and hot like blood: control his breathing, distance himself a bit, then take it slow. Very slow.

But god help them both, he just wants to grab Ghyslain's legs and thrust into him hard. He's usually pretty good at managing those urges when attraction and desire hit him this bad.]

I'm gonna start moving - okay?

[like Ghyslain is the one who needs to be talked through this. Sure, Romain.]

[In a way, he knows what Romain is feeling, even though he doesn't know the difference between the two - he's also been inside a man for the first time before, and it is overwhelming. A keening whimper leaves him when he's finally spread open, filled so much more deeply than just a few fingers, but he's aware immediately that Romain's overwhelmed by the experience and pulls himself together to keep stroking his back. Easy, boy. Easy.

His breaths start to match Romain's inching movements forward, drawing in when he pauses and exhaling sharply when he presses further. When's the last time someone was so slow and careful with him? It's appreciated, because it's been awhile, but he certainly doesn't need this much care. It's for Romain's sake, getting used to the hug of Ghyslain's body around him, he knows that all too well.

When Romain is fully inside, he wraps his legs around Romain's waist to improve the angle as he'd planned, then draws his face down for a kiss after that last check in.]

Ouais. Tu sens incroyable, Romain. [He's breathless and flushed, but obviously trying to keep control for Romain's sake, judging by how fully he'd lost himself in a simple hand job. This takes more guidance, and he needs to keep himself together for that.]

[its true - that last heads up is for his own sake, and he feels a little frustrated when he thinks that his overwhelmed display at this novelty is only going to end up boring Ghyslain somehow. Even if he tells Romain he feels incredible. (please don't let him get bored. That might just murder his ego a bit.)

So he lowers down, hides his face above Ghyslain's shoulder so he doesn't have to look at Romain's expression, and pulls out a bit, thrusting back in. The friction is so much easier with the lube, but the pressure is still there, massaging his cock tightly whenever he moves. Soon enough, though, he manages to get into a steady, if still very slow and careful rhythm, pushing all the way in to bring himself out almost completely.]

It's - it's really hot -

[he whispers between shallow breaths, still shaking a bit at how good it feels. The initial boom was a surprise, sure, but he thinks his body is finding a balance now. And he really loves being wrapped up between two legs.]

[There's some novelty for him too, though, because he's definitely never had such a slow, thorough fuck before. The first time was hard and rough with him topping from the bottom, so rough that Petre bled, which quickly brought him down from his afterglow into complete horror; the second was his first being penetrated, and it was just fast enough to be uncomfortable; he and Fallon switched, and that was where he really discovered the pleasure that could be found in both positions, but he didn't move like this. All the way in, all way out, excruciatingly slow. It gets him shivering after a moment as well, and then trembling, fingers dug deep into Romain's back instead of stroking gently.]

R-Romain - tu peux -

[But no, it's good. He feels every second of it, every fraction of an inch of Romain's cock, and it's a sweet kind of torture to have the pleasure build this slowly. Swallowing hard, he shakes his head, as if to erase the words.]

- non, c'est bon, c'est - ahhhhn -

[A shrill whine as Romain pushes right into him again, legs pressing into the small of Romain's back to take him even deeper. When he comes, he's going to come explosively after a build like this.]

[Does he need to promise Ghyslain it won't last forever? Because it's in that mindset that he's taking the most he possibly can out of the initial moments and movements, wanting to feel him completely, have an idea of how fast and rough he can go later depending on how comfortable (or uncomfortable) this turns out to be now. If he was hiding before, now he's coming up to brush the hair from Ghyslain's face and look right into his eyes. More confidence now, that's evident.]

Oui? Can I - I wanna try it faster now.

[Read: I think I can thrust into you normally without coming five seconds later. Promise.

Soon as he gets the confirmation, he pulls back out one last time before pushing in and picking up an actual rhythm they can both work with. Ah, fuck, it's still so much tighter than anything he's been used to before. He's completely enveloped and the pressure is a delight at just about every level.]

Oh - oh - [Not even proper whines, just a staccato of sounds escaping every time their hips bump together.]

[It's good to see Romain's face again, and he smiles encouragingly, breath still shuddering out from his parted lips.]

Ouais, please, faster - oh, merde - [That's his immediate reaction to Romain picking up the pace, oh shit, because he's been so thoroughly primed and now there's real friction and heat building in him and between them and oh shit, it's so good. His head rolls back at first, reaching and gasping for air, before he returns his attention to Romain and draws him in for a series of sloppy, breathless kisses. Yes, good, doing so incredibly well.

He's still very aware that this could end quickly, though, and he doesn't want Romain feeling shamed if he comes first. Gently, he takes one of Romain's hands and directs it to his cock; Ghyslain will get off much faster if he's being stimulated from outside as well, and this way Romain's responsible for all of it instead of Ghyslain just taking care of himself and making it less complicated. Even in the complete mindlessness of passion, he's thinking, trying to make sure this is perfect for Romain.]

What-? [He wants to ask what is it, still thrusting into Ghyslain when that hand reaches for his own, understanding what he's aiming for just about a fraction of a second before he wraps his hand around his cock. Of course - if jerking him off helped before, it's going to help now too. The extra stimulation in this case is just something he didn't really think of because he didn't apply it to any other times he had sex with girls.

Okay. Just needs a little more concentration for this, which should help him distance himself, and therefore take a little longer to come. The absolute last thing he wants is to have the first orgasm. (But the very first thing he wants is to have it now. Oh, god.)

The rhythm he finds is to pull out, thrust in, and pump him a few times before he pulls back out. Repeat forever. Oh, right, and keep coming down to kiss him hungrily, because those lips look more desirable than ever. He wants to kiss him all over, he looks so sweet and hot when he's lost in pleasure.]

Fuck - oh, Ghyslain, you're so hot -

[See. He said it. He's hot.]

[That's a little different again, the alternating stimuli, so it takes him a second to get into the rhythm himself. Once he is, though, Romain's hand back on him with the incredible added intensity of Romain inside him has him bucking so irregularly that he keeps breaking the rhythm by accident. Now his hands keep shifting from Romain's back to his shoulders, his sides, his ass, trying to find some grip that will hold him together - he's slipping, though, all that early buildup catching up and overwhelming him with so much added stimulation now. And the switching back and forth really does work, everything building together and spiralling up and up and up.]

Romain, tu es si beau, si beau - je - j'ai - un peu plus, je suis - si proche -

[It's gasped out between breaths and kisses and thrusts, broken and shaky words on the very edge of falling apart.]

[for romain]

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