umbralla | [for romain]

[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.]

[Ah, shit, every time those hands come around the curve of his ass and he's shivering right into his body, Romain thinks he's coming a step too close to the edge. Finally - finally, because time is completely warped in his head - Ghyslain begins to give and announce the signs that he's hitting climax any second now, and Romain takes the cue to start slamming into him harder, faster, tilting his head from side to side to kiss him, breathe, swipe his tongue on his neck with pitiful moans.]

Come on - come on, come on - vient -

[He's really holding out hard. Ghyslain can feel it even through his own symphony of physical sensation, that desperate tension in every movement. When he starts urging Ghyslain along, almost begging, he knows that they haven't got much longer.

So he shuts down thought completely and takes it all in: the sounds of their bodies slapping together, the sight of Romain's face taut with effort and pleasure he needs to release and his body moving in hard jittery thrusts, the feel of his tongue and his lips and his cock, the smell of sex building on the air, the idea that a boy who nervously informed him that he Just Didn't Like Men is on the verge of pleading to come inside his ass. The last one does it, which may not say fantastic things about Ghyslain, but he doesn't care; he's too busy coming, and coming hard, a cry leaving his lips as the slow build of tension culminates in an explosion that rips through his body in jerks and tremors. Stream after stream of come spurts onto his stomach, his face contorting with each twitch of his cock, until it finally abates and he once again gathers himself to keep moving and providing Romain pleasure until it's his turn.

No collapsing in relief and bliss yet. He's earned this.]

[He looks absolutely pitiful now, brows knitted and eyes shut, propping himself up with every restless and uneasy thrust, because he really wants to enjoy it but he really wants Ghyslain to come first, too. It's only courtesy. Really painful courtesy that might have him in tears if he doesn't get that release soon, but you know. Boys will be drama queens about these things.

A deep exhale is released when those spurts hit his stomach, one after the other, and if he thought he might be grossed out by that, he finds that each impact of fluid on his skin just fills him with more heat, more excitement. New kink? Who knew. Point is, this is the green light he needed, and now he's going to take it and run.

No more urging now. No more stroking Ghyslai's cock, either, just pressing both hands down on the mattress to arch his lower back and thrust even harder than before. It's going to be practically instantaneous now, he knows it, and with Ghyslain rolling his hips right back, all that's left for Romain to do is cry out in a crescendo until he's spilling inside Ghyslain's body, hot and frozen all at once. His jaw is dropped, but the sound that comes out is broken and intermittent, shoving his body in much smaller and quicker motions until the orgasm is completely ridden out.

Then he stops, muscles relaxing, and then he's collapsing on top of Ghyslain because he's exhausted.]

Shit... [A sigh, barely audible, face buried in the other boy's chest.] Holy shit, Ghyslain...

[There's this irresistible urge to utter the completely unsmooth "was it good for you?" despite Romain's mind obviously being blown. It was his first time with a man, and Ghyslain really did his best to make it good, so he needs to know. But he can't just say that, even he knows that much.

Instead, he just strokes Romain's back, his hair, peppering little kisses over his sweaty forehead. He's finally able to bask in the afterglow as well, and while he's just as exhausted, he feels like he's floating even with Romain's weight on him. That was completely different from any other time he's ever had, and amazing because of it. Good in all new ways that make him wonder how much more he has to discover.]

That was - [He tries to use English as he always does when he wants to drive home a point, but he's lost for words. Even in French, he's lost for words. But he can't leave it hanging, lest it sound negative because he hasn't qualified it. Finally, he just laughs, weak but genuine.] - I am very glad you have an open mind, Romain.

[Being denied all this because Romain thought he wouldn't like it - what a horrible loss and waste.]

[He's just lying on top of Ghyslain, completely mindless as to whether or not he's too heavy on top of the other boy, breath hard, muscles limp. Those little kisses, the strokes on his back, it just drives the point home that he's picked the sweetest guy to lose his non-virginity with. With guys.]

I guess that makes two of us, [he lifts his head, huffing happily. Leaning up a bit for a couple of kisses to Ghyslain's lips.] Thanks. That was - amazing.

[he'll just say it for the both of them.]

Ouais.

["Amazing" is a good word. He's glad he let Romain choose.]

Je m'excuse, mais... tu es lourd maintenant... [He's giggling rather inappropriately, because how do you tell someone they're heavy other than just like that? And yet he had to, because he's already short of breath from the sex, and now his chest is starting to tighten from it. Romain's not providing any counterbalance to his weight and he's nearly slack from exertion, he's like dead weight on top of Ghyslain's tiny body.]

[First he looks abashed, apologetic for forgetting completely that woops he's a young adult and bound to crush a body beneath him (as languid as they both might feel), but then Romain breaks into laughter and rolls off.]

Ha, désolé. N'a même pas penser.

[what a nerd.]

[Now Ghyslain is more unsure, because what comes after is a pretty huge question mark. Last time they just fell asleep, so the cuddling happened without their knowledge, but what about now? Is it okay? Is it too much? Romain sliding out of him leaves an odd empty sensation he recognizes, and he'd like to fill it with arms and limbs tangled together.

Hesitantly, he turns on his side and just splays a hand on Romain's abdomen. Touch, not an actual embrace.]

I am - happy, that we can do this. [That they came to the same conclusion, and now there can be something good in his life without all the fear and pressure of something serious.]

[He smiles, looking down and biting his lower lip. Both shy and cheeky, if that's even possible.

The hand on his abdomen still manages to make it twitch lightly.]

Me too. You're - really, really good.

[He twitches, but he doesn't make any move to reject the touch, so Ghyslain tries an arm around him.]

This is your first experience, Romain. With time, you will learn your preferences, and it will get better.

[There's a cheeky smile of his own. It sounded like he was being modest at first, to set up the deliberate curveball of that last line.]

[for romain]

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