The blond collasped back onto the bed, panting for air. After a long night of sex, his sweaty body was covered in bites, scratches and his lower half was splashed on by the semen of both his and his lovers. Christophe layed down next to Pip and draped one of his strong arms around the boy. "You zee Philip," He started, letting an arrogant grin appear on his face. When his panting subsides, Pip glanced at his french lover. The french boy rolled onto his side to lean over and place a kiss on the meak blonds lips.
"Zat is why ze french are lovers, not fighters!"