Antoine couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to have someone else touching him. The skin of Nell's fingers was soft and they felt heavenly as they moved over his body. When the boy kissed his thigh, Antoine jumped a little, the rush of pleasure that moved through him so intense. Antoine now understood what Harry had said that first day - he could see why Nell was so popular.
Closing his eyes a bit, he looked down at him through thin slits. "Mmmm, oui. Juste comme ça, mon amour." Without thinking about it, he slipped into French. His mind was so full of pleasure he couldn't think enough to translate right now. His fingers slid to run through Nell's hair, watching the strands as they slid through his fingers.
[Sorry if the translation stinks. I don't speak French, so I use a website. lol It's supposed to say: Mmmm, yes. Just like that, my love.]