Romain smiled as Darcy followed after him, the precious thing he was. Such a lost little soul. Romain would enjoy showing him freedoms outside of what he had been given before. As Darcy fiddled with his shirt Romain traced his fingers over the boy's delicate features. So beautiful. So young.
"I see," he said with a little smile forming. "A special kiss, for my precious Angel..." he murmured as his fingers traced over Darcy's lips, then moving down along his neck. "Yes, I do believe it is time I kissed you properly and had my first taste..." He mused before slipping off his shirt. "Let us go to bed, then." Words which meant one very important thing, and that was that Darcy now must strip himself of his clothing. Romain himself divested himself of the rest of his own before moving to the bed.