Melting Point [1/1]
Title: Melting Point [1/1]
Author: Melly
Rating: MA/NC-17
Characters/Pairings: France/Canada
Warnings: Language, explicit sex, rimming.
Summary: Matthew’s a little too hesitant about giving in to his own kinks, but Francis, better than anyone, knows how to get the other to open up.
A/N: De-anon from the kink meme with minor edits. Now with 100% less formatting fail, I hope. This was fun to do, so I hope you all enjoy it too!
When Francis returned to the bedroom from tidying up in the kitchen, he found Matthew lying facedown on the bed, his head pillowed in the crook of his folded arms. His hair was still damp, and he was wearing nothing but a pair of dark blue boxers, so it seemed the other had just gotten out of the shower.
“Are you sleeping?” Francis shuffled over to the edge of the bed, lowering his voice enough so has not to wake Matthew, in case he had dozed off.
“Hm? No, just resting.” He raised his head a bit, blinking at Francis slowly. “Didn’t hear you come in.”
“I was quiet, since I didn’t want to disturb you.” Reaching out, Francis brushed the back of his fingers against Matthew’s cheek.
“You don’t have any work to finish tonight?”
“No. I’m all yours.” He smiled, leaning in for a kiss, which Matthew returned eagerly, sighing and bringing a hand up to curl in the hair at the base of Francis’s neck.
“Good. I missed you. So much.” They exchanged soft, wet kisses between words, Francis nibbling lightly on Matthew’s lower lip before pulling back enough to speak normally.
“I missed you too, cheri,” he murmured against the other’s jaw. “You’re not too tired from your trip, I hope?”
“No, no-I’d rather spend time with you than sleep, anyway.” He tilted his head to the side, exposing more skin, and Francis took the invitation, sucking and nipping his way down Matthew’s neck and to his shoulders. Straightening, Francis moved onto the bed so he could straddle Matthew’s waist, bending down to press openmouthed kisses along his spine.
“You have such nice skin.” Francis nuzzled the space between Matthew’s shoulder blades in emphasis.
“And your beard itches.” He laughed, but despite his words, he arched up into the touch of Francis’s hands against his sides and more kisses along his back.
Eventually, Francis reached the waistband of Matthew’s boxers, hooking his fingers under elastic. When he received no protest, he slipped them down and off, moving back up to once again trail his lips over Matthew’s skin. Francis slid his hands down over the other’s sides, the small of his back, before finally cupping Matthew’s ass.
“Mmm-” He shivered, pressing back into Francis’s touch. “What are you doing?”
“You have a cute butt, you know.” Francis chuckled, squeezing his fingers as he started to move his hands in small, slow circles. “I’m just appreciating it….you always cover it up with hoodies or baggy jeans, it isn’t fair.”
“O-oh…” Matthew’s voice had gone breathy, his ears bright pink from a blush, and something quickly dawned on Francis.
“You like this?” He ran a finger along the cleft of Matthew’s ass, earning a soft gasp in response.
“I-yes, but don’t-”
“Don’t?” Francis stopped his movements, confused. “Whatever for, mon ange? If you enjoy what I’m doing, then what is the problem?”
“It’s embarrassing,” Matthew said, ducking his head, and even though Francis couldn’t see his face, he was positive the other was biting his lip. “I didn’t want to say anything.”
“And what have I told you?” He pressed butterfly kisses to the small of Matthew’s back soothingly. “You don’t need to be ashamed of what you want, especially around me.”
“If you’re sure. I mean, if it doesn’t-you know-”
“I’m very sure.” He settled into a more comfortable position, smiling. “Lift your hips up for me, mon amour-ah, that’s it.” Matthew complied readily, and Francis swept his fingers up from the other’s thighs to his ass again. He was gentle at first, touch light, before his grip tightened and he slowly spread Matthew open.
Francis paused, letting himself drink in the sight Matthew’s body, the arch of his spine and the perfect heart shape of his ass, before licking a line up from Matthew’s balls to his tailbone. It was a bit odd at this angle, not being able to see the other’s expressions, how his eyes must be wide now, mouth open, but Francis could hear Matthew moan, feel him shudder, and it was almost as good.
He swiped his tongue across Matthew’s hole, deliberate and slow, hands still kneading the muscles of his ass. Matthew was using the pillow to muffle his pants and whimpers, thighs trembling, and Francis chuckled, the vibrations causing Matthew to let out a soft, choked groan.
“You don’t have to hold back so much.” He pulled back so he could talk, still keeping his hands still gripping Matthew’s ass firmly. “Don’t put your face in the pillow. I can’t hear you that way, and I want to.”
“Okay, okay, just-ah, keep going.” Matthew lifted his head, glancing over his shoulder quickly at Francis. His eyes were dark, half-lidded, cheeks flushed a deep red.
“Of course.” Francis flicked his tongue around the rim of Matthew’s hole quickly before slipping it inside and feeling the heat from the other’s body against his mouth. Matthew arched back, practically writhing, hands scrambling to find some sort of purchase in the sheets.
“Oh, oh God, Francis, Francis--don’t stop, don’t stop, dontstop.” His words were hitched, breath coming in ragged little pants, and he sounded so good, Francis had to take a moment to concentrate away from the way his own cock was straining against the fabric of his pants. It was wonderful when Matthew got like this, lost all inhibitions, even better when Francis knew he was the cause.
He slipped his tongue out, running it along the outside of Matthew’s hole before delving it back in again, causing Matthew to rock his hips back to match the rhythm. He was repeating a litany of yes, oh, Francis, yes, trailing off into a high, stuttering moan when Francis moved one of his hands down to wrap around Matthew’s cock and start stroking. He lasted a few quick pumps before his body went taught, coming all over Francis’s hand with a soft, strangled cry.
Matthew’s muscles were shaking with exhaustion, after, and he rolled over so he could look at Francis, brushing sweaty hair away from his face.
“That wasn’t…um…gross or anything, for you?”
“Not at all, cheri. It’s you.” Francis shrugged, as if that was answer enough, and it was for Matthew, who smiled, blissfully. “Can you turn back over for me?” He complied, easily, so trusting, and Francis wondered what he ever did to deserve someone so wonderful.
“I couldn’t really see, but did you-did you come yet?”
“No, but I have something I want to do.” He gripped Matthew’s hips and lifted him up until he was arched, on his knees again, back sloping down to his head resting on the pillow. He reached over to the bedside table for lube, because even with the saliva and precome, it wasn’t quite as smooth as he would have liked. Francis slipped out of his pants and underwear, slicking up his cock with lube before settling it in the cleft of Matthew’s ass. He felt the other tense, surprised, for a moment, before relaxing and pushing his hips up in just the right way. Oh, he loved how Matthew caught on fast.
“Thought you were going to, you know, actually push it in.”
“Oh, no. Not what I had in mind for the moment, but later, if you’d like.” He shifted until he was comfortable, not in a position that would be too much of a strain on his back. He slipped his hands down to grip and press the cheeks of Matthew’s ass against his cock.
Francis started thrusting, shallowly, rubbing himself off. He still couldn’t see the other’s expressions, but he was never at a loss of things to admire concerning Matthew, and leaned over to pepper kisses across the other’s back worshipfully. He murmured endearments in French, feeling Matthew clench around him as the roll of his hips quickened.
“Does that feel good?” The question was almost a whisper, and Francis bent down to press his lips to Matthew’s neck.
“Very good,” he moaned, hands clenching tighter as he felt heat start to coil in his stomach. “You are-oh, dieu, so lovely, Mathieu.” He peppered more kisses along Matthew’s skin, catching the gentle scent of honeysuckle from his shampoo or soap, Francis couldn’t quite tell, but he was already lost to the friction, how Matthew felt under him, how he moved so perfectly.
It didn’t take much longer for him to come, especially when Matthew started talking him off-Francis, c’mon, come for me, on me, I want you to, please-and he was left panting and dazed in the aftermath, having enough mind to roll off to the side before he collapsed. Matthew curled up next to him almost immediately, letting their legs tangle together.
“That was…pretty great,” he said, face pressed against Francis’s chest. “I guess I should listen to you about saying what I want.”
“It leads to good things.” Francis smiled. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Matthew nestled closer, ignoring the come still streaked across his back for the time being. “So much.”
“But, you know, it’s fun to try to find your soft spots. Like a treasure hunt, almost.”
“Really?” Matthew laughed, his breath warm against Francis’s collarbone. “Well, we do have the whole weekend. Hunt away.”
“I think that means you aren’t going to leave the bed,” Francis mused, but from the way Matthew was holding him, tight and warm and a little possessive, he didn’t expect the other would mind in the least.
A/N: Ahahaha, measuringlife continues to be my kinky Franada porn enabler. Not like that’s a bad thing, of course! This was really enjoyable to write, I gotta admit. More kinky things to come, hopefully!
Author: Melly
Rating: MA/NC-17
Characters/Pairings: France/Canada
Warnings: Language, explicit sex, rimming.
Summary: Matthew’s a little too hesitant about giving in to his own kinks, but Francis, better than anyone, knows how to get the other to open up.
A/N: De-anon from the kink meme with minor edits. Now with 100% less formatting fail, I hope. This was fun to do, so I hope you all enjoy it too!
When Francis returned to the bedroom from tidying up in the kitchen, he found Matthew lying facedown on the bed, his head pillowed in the crook of his folded arms. His hair was still damp, and he was wearing nothing but a pair of dark blue boxers, so it seemed the other had just gotten out of the shower.
“Are you sleeping?” Francis shuffled over to the edge of the bed, lowering his voice enough so has not to wake Matthew, in case he had dozed off.
“Hm? No, just resting.” He raised his head a bit, blinking at Francis slowly. “Didn’t hear you come in.”
“I was quiet, since I didn’t want to disturb you.” Reaching out, Francis brushed the back of his fingers against Matthew’s cheek.
“You don’t have any work to finish tonight?”
“No. I’m all yours.” He smiled, leaning in for a kiss, which Matthew returned eagerly, sighing and bringing a hand up to curl in the hair at the base of Francis’s neck.
“Good. I missed you. So much.” They exchanged soft, wet kisses between words, Francis nibbling lightly on Matthew’s lower lip before pulling back enough to speak normally.
“I missed you too, cheri,” he murmured against the other’s jaw. “You’re not too tired from your trip, I hope?”
“No, no-I’d rather spend time with you than sleep, anyway.” He tilted his head to the side, exposing more skin, and Francis took the invitation, sucking and nipping his way down Matthew’s neck and to his shoulders. Straightening, Francis moved onto the bed so he could straddle Matthew’s waist, bending down to press openmouthed kisses along his spine.
“You have such nice skin.” Francis nuzzled the space between Matthew’s shoulder blades in emphasis.
“And your beard itches.” He laughed, but despite his words, he arched up into the touch of Francis’s hands against his sides and more kisses along his back.
Eventually, Francis reached the waistband of Matthew’s boxers, hooking his fingers under elastic. When he received no protest, he slipped them down and off, moving back up to once again trail his lips over Matthew’s skin. Francis slid his hands down over the other’s sides, the small of his back, before finally cupping Matthew’s ass.
“Mmm-” He shivered, pressing back into Francis’s touch. “What are you doing?”
“You have a cute butt, you know.” Francis chuckled, squeezing his fingers as he started to move his hands in small, slow circles. “I’m just appreciating it….you always cover it up with hoodies or baggy jeans, it isn’t fair.”
“O-oh…” Matthew’s voice had gone breathy, his ears bright pink from a blush, and something quickly dawned on Francis.
“You like this?” He ran a finger along the cleft of Matthew’s ass, earning a soft gasp in response.
“I-yes, but don’t-”
“Don’t?” Francis stopped his movements, confused. “Whatever for, mon ange? If you enjoy what I’m doing, then what is the problem?”
“It’s embarrassing,” Matthew said, ducking his head, and even though Francis couldn’t see his face, he was positive the other was biting his lip. “I didn’t want to say anything.”
“And what have I told you?” He pressed butterfly kisses to the small of Matthew’s back soothingly. “You don’t need to be ashamed of what you want, especially around me.”
“If you’re sure. I mean, if it doesn’t-you know-”
“I’m very sure.” He settled into a more comfortable position, smiling. “Lift your hips up for me, mon amour-ah, that’s it.” Matthew complied readily, and Francis swept his fingers up from the other’s thighs to his ass again. He was gentle at first, touch light, before his grip tightened and he slowly spread Matthew open.
Francis paused, letting himself drink in the sight Matthew’s body, the arch of his spine and the perfect heart shape of his ass, before licking a line up from Matthew’s balls to his tailbone. It was a bit odd at this angle, not being able to see the other’s expressions, how his eyes must be wide now, mouth open, but Francis could hear Matthew moan, feel him shudder, and it was almost as good.
He swiped his tongue across Matthew’s hole, deliberate and slow, hands still kneading the muscles of his ass. Matthew was using the pillow to muffle his pants and whimpers, thighs trembling, and Francis chuckled, the vibrations causing Matthew to let out a soft, choked groan.
“You don’t have to hold back so much.” He pulled back so he could talk, still keeping his hands still gripping Matthew’s ass firmly. “Don’t put your face in the pillow. I can’t hear you that way, and I want to.”
“Okay, okay, just-ah, keep going.” Matthew lifted his head, glancing over his shoulder quickly at Francis. His eyes were dark, half-lidded, cheeks flushed a deep red.
“Of course.” Francis flicked his tongue around the rim of Matthew’s hole quickly before slipping it inside and feeling the heat from the other’s body against his mouth. Matthew arched back, practically writhing, hands scrambling to find some sort of purchase in the sheets.
“Oh, oh God, Francis, Francis--don’t stop, don’t stop, dontstop.” His words were hitched, breath coming in ragged little pants, and he sounded so good, Francis had to take a moment to concentrate away from the way his own cock was straining against the fabric of his pants. It was wonderful when Matthew got like this, lost all inhibitions, even better when Francis knew he was the cause.
He slipped his tongue out, running it along the outside of Matthew’s hole before delving it back in again, causing Matthew to rock his hips back to match the rhythm. He was repeating a litany of yes, oh, Francis, yes, trailing off into a high, stuttering moan when Francis moved one of his hands down to wrap around Matthew’s cock and start stroking. He lasted a few quick pumps before his body went taught, coming all over Francis’s hand with a soft, strangled cry.
Matthew’s muscles were shaking with exhaustion, after, and he rolled over so he could look at Francis, brushing sweaty hair away from his face.
“That wasn’t…um…gross or anything, for you?”
“Not at all, cheri. It’s you.” Francis shrugged, as if that was answer enough, and it was for Matthew, who smiled, blissfully. “Can you turn back over for me?” He complied, easily, so trusting, and Francis wondered what he ever did to deserve someone so wonderful.
“I couldn’t really see, but did you-did you come yet?”
“No, but I have something I want to do.” He gripped Matthew’s hips and lifted him up until he was arched, on his knees again, back sloping down to his head resting on the pillow. He reached over to the bedside table for lube, because even with the saliva and precome, it wasn’t quite as smooth as he would have liked. Francis slipped out of his pants and underwear, slicking up his cock with lube before settling it in the cleft of Matthew’s ass. He felt the other tense, surprised, for a moment, before relaxing and pushing his hips up in just the right way. Oh, he loved how Matthew caught on fast.
“Thought you were going to, you know, actually push it in.”
“Oh, no. Not what I had in mind for the moment, but later, if you’d like.” He shifted until he was comfortable, not in a position that would be too much of a strain on his back. He slipped his hands down to grip and press the cheeks of Matthew’s ass against his cock.
Francis started thrusting, shallowly, rubbing himself off. He still couldn’t see the other’s expressions, but he was never at a loss of things to admire concerning Matthew, and leaned over to pepper kisses across the other’s back worshipfully. He murmured endearments in French, feeling Matthew clench around him as the roll of his hips quickened.
“Does that feel good?” The question was almost a whisper, and Francis bent down to press his lips to Matthew’s neck.
“Very good,” he moaned, hands clenching tighter as he felt heat start to coil in his stomach. “You are-oh, dieu, so lovely, Mathieu.” He peppered more kisses along Matthew’s skin, catching the gentle scent of honeysuckle from his shampoo or soap, Francis couldn’t quite tell, but he was already lost to the friction, how Matthew felt under him, how he moved so perfectly.
It didn’t take much longer for him to come, especially when Matthew started talking him off-Francis, c’mon, come for me, on me, I want you to, please-and he was left panting and dazed in the aftermath, having enough mind to roll off to the side before he collapsed. Matthew curled up next to him almost immediately, letting their legs tangle together.
“That was…pretty great,” he said, face pressed against Francis’s chest. “I guess I should listen to you about saying what I want.”
“It leads to good things.” Francis smiled. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Matthew nestled closer, ignoring the come still streaked across his back for the time being. “So much.”
“But, you know, it’s fun to try to find your soft spots. Like a treasure hunt, almost.”
“Really?” Matthew laughed, his breath warm against Francis’s collarbone. “Well, we do have the whole weekend. Hunt away.”
“I think that means you aren’t going to leave the bed,” Francis mused, but from the way Matthew was holding him, tight and warm and a little possessive, he didn’t expect the other would mind in the least.
A/N: Ahahaha, measuringlife continues to be my kinky Franada porn enabler. Not like that’s a bad thing, of course! This was really enjoyable to write, I gotta admit. More kinky things to come, hopefully!