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Title: Relaxation Technique
Author: asario
Recipient: piyopii
Request: PORN Just a cute moment between France and Canada works for me. Though, blushing/flustered!Canada is a must.
Character/ Pairings: Francis/Matthew
Rating: M/NC-17
Warnings: Smut, use of human names, possible horrible French >_>
Summary: Francis has a unique relaxation technique to show Matthew.
Notes: I sort of pushed this to the very last day. I am so sorry piyopii , but here it is!
When Matthew came home after a long day of listening to Alfred go on about his plans, he wanted nothing more than to relax, maybe take a long, hot bath. After all, spending time with his brother was…not exactly a bother, but certainly not on his list of favorite things to do. Not when he rambled on and on about the robot he was going to make to save the earth from aliens, or building a dome around the earth to protect the ozone layer or…
He gave a shake of his head to clear it as he stripped off his jacket and draped it on one of the hooks in the entranceway. He was so distracted that it took him a moment to smell the scent of delicious food wafting through the air, the subtle touch of flowers and candles underneath it all and his brow furrowed. He was pretty sure that no one was supposed to come to his home (though, aside from Alfred, Arthur, and Francis, visitors were few and far between) and he wondered just who would be there.
After a brief moment of pondering, he headed to the kitchen to see just what was cooking, but was surprised to see nothing there, his kitchen as immaculate as it had been when he left. He looked around to make sure nothing was out of place when he spotted a bottle of wine on the counter. Never a true connoisseur of wines, he wondered why there was one on his counter. When he picked it up, he goggled at what it was (Romanée-Conti, the most expensive French wine on the market) before noticing the note that had been placed under the bottle. He read the neat scrawl - Take the wine and go to the living room - and puzzled over it for a moment before following the instructions.
When he arrived there, he caught sight of another note on the coffee table along with a rose. He was a little touched and a little exasperated as he picked it up and read it. There was only one person who would do this, and while he was ecstatic at the sweet gesture, he really wasn’t sure if he could handle all of this after the day that he had had. However, he was also curious as to where this was leading, so he picked up the rose, followed the instructions on the note (Go upstairs) and headed up the stairs. Under his feet there were rose petals of varying colors - red, pink, white, yellow, blue - and he shook his head with a smile. Although it was cliché and a little over the top, he expected nothing less of his lover. In fact, he enjoyed the thought that seemed to go into all these romantic gestures.
It was when he reached the bedroom that he received the biggest surprise. There were the normal little romantic evening things - candles scattered about the place, rose petals on the neatly made bed, and he was sure if he checked underneath, there would be silk or stain sheets (why, he never understood, especially after the last incident where he slid off the bed) - but on the nightstand, instead of the standard fruits dipped in chocolate or some kind of cake, there was a plate of pancakes and crepes and next to it was a bottle of maple syrup. Matthew moved over to the table, oddly touched by the thoughtfulness of the gesture and spied a note attached to the maple syrup. It was different than the last ones, none of the simple instructions this time. It read:
Mon cœur,
After the long day that I am sure you had with Alfred, I thought that you would enjoy some time to relax. Before we begin the main festivities of the night, I believe that a nice, warm bath is in order. Please, take off your clothes and bring the wine into the bathroom and I will make sure that you relax plenty.
Matthew flushed as he read the note, already imagining the type of relaxation his lover had in mind. Not that he minded, of course, but it still made him blush, thinking just how skilled his lover was. With a shake of his head, he placed the wine bottle on the bedside table and began to strip out of his clothing in a rush, wanting to get into the bathroom. When he was finished, he picked up the wine again and headed to the bathroom, a faint blush on his cheeks.
It was dim in the bathroom, only a large amount of candles flickering in the room. The bathtub was filled with steaming water and rose petals and on the edge sat Francis, waiting patiently for him. He flushed a deeper red at the sight of him unabashedly nude, smiling in that lecherous way of his.
“Mattheiu, I was beginning to wonder if you would be arriving,” Francis said as he stood and sauntered over to him. He stopped right in front of him, taking the wine bottle and setting it to the side before he drew his hands down along his side. When he gripped his hips in his strong hands and drew him close, brushing his lips over Matthew’s softly. His arms immediately wrapped around Francis’ neck as he returned the light kiss, tilting his head to make it deeper. They exchanged light, open mouthed kisses with the barest hint of tongue for a moment, enjoying the company and the taste of the other.
When they pulled back, Francis resting his forehead on Matthew’s as his hands wandered his back in smooth, sure caresses, Matthew flushed and said, “Wh-what brought this on, Francis? Is today a special day?” Francis’ chuckle was low, husky and it sent a shiver down Matthew’s back.
“Non, mon amour. I do not need a special day to spoil you as every day is special with you.”
“A-Ah, I see.” Matthew’s blush deepened as he pressed his lips to Francis’ again and he revealed in the soft hum Francis gave him. “Merci.”
“You can thank me later. Come, let us take our bath and you can relax. I am sure that you had a difficult day with Alfred.” He gave a slight groan as he thought about it, following when Francis took his hand and lead him to the tub. He climbed in after him, resting his back against Francis’ front and the Frenchman wrapped his arms around his middle. He relaxed against him and sunk a little in the warm water, letting it relax the muscles he hadn’t even realized were tight.
“You have no idea. He went on and on about the robot that he was planning on building. And then Arthur called and they began arguing about some inane thing and he forgot all about me.” He paused as he ran his hands along Francis’ arms. “I’m used to that by now, but there are times that I wish I wasn’t so…forgettable or so invisible.”
“Ah, mon ange, you are not forgettable.” When Francis pressed his lips to the skin just under his ear, he tilted his head to the side with a soft sigh of pleasure. “Alfred would even forget about Arthur if he was caught up in something. You know that.” When Francis smoothed his hands along his stomach in a gesture that was both soothing and pleasurable, his tongue darting out to run along the outer shell of his ear before nipping at it, Matthew gave a sharp gasp. “And you are certainly not forgettable to me.”
“I can, ah…see that.” When Francis’ hand dipped lower, along the lowest part of his stomach and over to brush his fingertips along his hip, he arched a little into the touch, a soft moan on his lips. He was already beginning to harden from the soft, feather-light touches, his body easily responding to Francis. “I…I thought…” He paused again to groan as fingers traveled along his inner thigh, his legs spreading to accommodate him. And it took another moment for him to continue as Francis thought this was the perfect opportunity to brush his palm along his half hard member, pressing it against his stomach. He gave a loud, surprised sound of pleasure as his hips jerked into the maddening touch. “I thought that…that we were supposed to be relaxing.”
“Oh, we are.” Francis’ lips were on his neck, pressing open mouthed kisses to his pulse point, his tongue darting out to taste the skin. His hand wrapped around Matthew’s cock, giving a smooth, slow stroke, and the sound that came from Matthew was a mix of a gasp and a moan. “This is a relaxation technique that has been passed down many generations. Now, close your eyes and enjoy this.” As that hand moved along his hardening length, stroking insanely slow, Matthew groaned, turning his head a bit to brush his lips along Francis’ cheek.
“I…I don’t have a problem…oh Francis…with that.” Francis smiled and captured Matthew’s lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue dipping in to slide and play with his partner’s. Matthew’s hand came up to cup the back of Francis’ head, his fingers threading through his lover’s silky hair as he moaned into his mouth. His hips moved in time with Francis’ hand, loving the feel of those long, tapered fingers wrapped around his erection. His thumb brushed over the tip with each stroke, causing Matthew to jerk with pleasure each time he did, his hand twisting along his length to give him the optimum amount of pleasure.
It wasn’t long before the sounds coming from Matthew were drawn out, his breath short even as he continued to kiss Francis. It became wet and just a little sloppy, but oh so hot as the movements of his hips became more desperate. He pulled back from the kiss to breath, unable to stay in that position any longer.
“Oh, oh Francis. So close.” Matthew gave a short cry when that hand sped up and tightened.
“Come for me, Mattheiu. I wish to see the pleasure that you are feeling.” The soft spoken, husky command seemed to speak to him and he tossed his head back, his body arched and taut as he trembled. He shouted Francis’ name as the tight knots in his belly snapped and his orgasm washed over him, his pleasure prolonged as Francis continued to stroke him. After a moment, when the strokes slowed and stopped, Matthew relaxed, boneless and shivering and his breathing heavy. He turned his head and gave Francis a languid kiss.
“That was…wonderful, Francis.” Francis grinned, his hands running along his stomach.
“I do hope that you are not spent yet, mon cher. I am not quite finished showing you those…relaxation techniques.” Matthew laughed and turned to face Francis.
“I’m looking forward to them.” With that, Matthew pressed his lips and body to Francis’, ready to enjoy a quiet evening with his lover.
Author: asario
Recipient: piyopii
Request: PORN Just a cute moment between France and Canada works for me. Though, blushing/flustered!Canada is a must.
Character/ Pairings: Francis/Matthew
Rating: M/NC-17
Warnings: Smut, use of human names, possible horrible French >_>
Summary: Francis has a unique relaxation technique to show Matthew.
Notes: I sort of pushed this to the very last day. I am so sorry piyopii , but here it is!
When Matthew came home after a long day of listening to Alfred go on about his plans, he wanted nothing more than to relax, maybe take a long, hot bath. After all, spending time with his brother was…not exactly a bother, but certainly not on his list of favorite things to do. Not when he rambled on and on about the robot he was going to make to save the earth from aliens, or building a dome around the earth to protect the ozone layer or…
He gave a shake of his head to clear it as he stripped off his jacket and draped it on one of the hooks in the entranceway. He was so distracted that it took him a moment to smell the scent of delicious food wafting through the air, the subtle touch of flowers and candles underneath it all and his brow furrowed. He was pretty sure that no one was supposed to come to his home (though, aside from Alfred, Arthur, and Francis, visitors were few and far between) and he wondered just who would be there.
After a brief moment of pondering, he headed to the kitchen to see just what was cooking, but was surprised to see nothing there, his kitchen as immaculate as it had been when he left. He looked around to make sure nothing was out of place when he spotted a bottle of wine on the counter. Never a true connoisseur of wines, he wondered why there was one on his counter. When he picked it up, he goggled at what it was (Romanée-Conti, the most expensive French wine on the market) before noticing the note that had been placed under the bottle. He read the neat scrawl - Take the wine and go to the living room - and puzzled over it for a moment before following the instructions.
When he arrived there, he caught sight of another note on the coffee table along with a rose. He was a little touched and a little exasperated as he picked it up and read it. There was only one person who would do this, and while he was ecstatic at the sweet gesture, he really wasn’t sure if he could handle all of this after the day that he had had. However, he was also curious as to where this was leading, so he picked up the rose, followed the instructions on the note (Go upstairs) and headed up the stairs. Under his feet there were rose petals of varying colors - red, pink, white, yellow, blue - and he shook his head with a smile. Although it was cliché and a little over the top, he expected nothing less of his lover. In fact, he enjoyed the thought that seemed to go into all these romantic gestures.
It was when he reached the bedroom that he received the biggest surprise. There were the normal little romantic evening things - candles scattered about the place, rose petals on the neatly made bed, and he was sure if he checked underneath, there would be silk or stain sheets (why, he never understood, especially after the last incident where he slid off the bed) - but on the nightstand, instead of the standard fruits dipped in chocolate or some kind of cake, there was a plate of pancakes and crepes and next to it was a bottle of maple syrup. Matthew moved over to the table, oddly touched by the thoughtfulness of the gesture and spied a note attached to the maple syrup. It was different than the last ones, none of the simple instructions this time. It read:
Mon cœur,
After the long day that I am sure you had with Alfred, I thought that you would enjoy some time to relax. Before we begin the main festivities of the night, I believe that a nice, warm bath is in order. Please, take off your clothes and bring the wine into the bathroom and I will make sure that you relax plenty.
Matthew flushed as he read the note, already imagining the type of relaxation his lover had in mind. Not that he minded, of course, but it still made him blush, thinking just how skilled his lover was. With a shake of his head, he placed the wine bottle on the bedside table and began to strip out of his clothing in a rush, wanting to get into the bathroom. When he was finished, he picked up the wine again and headed to the bathroom, a faint blush on his cheeks.
It was dim in the bathroom, only a large amount of candles flickering in the room. The bathtub was filled with steaming water and rose petals and on the edge sat Francis, waiting patiently for him. He flushed a deeper red at the sight of him unabashedly nude, smiling in that lecherous way of his.
“Mattheiu, I was beginning to wonder if you would be arriving,” Francis said as he stood and sauntered over to him. He stopped right in front of him, taking the wine bottle and setting it to the side before he drew his hands down along his side. When he gripped his hips in his strong hands and drew him close, brushing his lips over Matthew’s softly. His arms immediately wrapped around Francis’ neck as he returned the light kiss, tilting his head to make it deeper. They exchanged light, open mouthed kisses with the barest hint of tongue for a moment, enjoying the company and the taste of the other.
When they pulled back, Francis resting his forehead on Matthew’s as his hands wandered his back in smooth, sure caresses, Matthew flushed and said, “Wh-what brought this on, Francis? Is today a special day?” Francis’ chuckle was low, husky and it sent a shiver down Matthew’s back.
“Non, mon amour. I do not need a special day to spoil you as every day is special with you.”
“A-Ah, I see.” Matthew’s blush deepened as he pressed his lips to Francis’ again and he revealed in the soft hum Francis gave him. “Merci.”
“You can thank me later. Come, let us take our bath and you can relax. I am sure that you had a difficult day with Alfred.” He gave a slight groan as he thought about it, following when Francis took his hand and lead him to the tub. He climbed in after him, resting his back against Francis’ front and the Frenchman wrapped his arms around his middle. He relaxed against him and sunk a little in the warm water, letting it relax the muscles he hadn’t even realized were tight.
“You have no idea. He went on and on about the robot that he was planning on building. And then Arthur called and they began arguing about some inane thing and he forgot all about me.” He paused as he ran his hands along Francis’ arms. “I’m used to that by now, but there are times that I wish I wasn’t so…forgettable or so invisible.”
“Ah, mon ange, you are not forgettable.” When Francis pressed his lips to the skin just under his ear, he tilted his head to the side with a soft sigh of pleasure. “Alfred would even forget about Arthur if he was caught up in something. You know that.” When Francis smoothed his hands along his stomach in a gesture that was both soothing and pleasurable, his tongue darting out to run along the outer shell of his ear before nipping at it, Matthew gave a sharp gasp. “And you are certainly not forgettable to me.”
“I can, ah…see that.” When Francis’ hand dipped lower, along the lowest part of his stomach and over to brush his fingertips along his hip, he arched a little into the touch, a soft moan on his lips. He was already beginning to harden from the soft, feather-light touches, his body easily responding to Francis. “I…I thought…” He paused again to groan as fingers traveled along his inner thigh, his legs spreading to accommodate him. And it took another moment for him to continue as Francis thought this was the perfect opportunity to brush his palm along his half hard member, pressing it against his stomach. He gave a loud, surprised sound of pleasure as his hips jerked into the maddening touch. “I thought that…that we were supposed to be relaxing.”
“Oh, we are.” Francis’ lips were on his neck, pressing open mouthed kisses to his pulse point, his tongue darting out to taste the skin. His hand wrapped around Matthew’s cock, giving a smooth, slow stroke, and the sound that came from Matthew was a mix of a gasp and a moan. “This is a relaxation technique that has been passed down many generations. Now, close your eyes and enjoy this.” As that hand moved along his hardening length, stroking insanely slow, Matthew groaned, turning his head a bit to brush his lips along Francis’ cheek.
“I…I don’t have a problem…oh Francis…with that.” Francis smiled and captured Matthew’s lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue dipping in to slide and play with his partner’s. Matthew’s hand came up to cup the back of Francis’ head, his fingers threading through his lover’s silky hair as he moaned into his mouth. His hips moved in time with Francis’ hand, loving the feel of those long, tapered fingers wrapped around his erection. His thumb brushed over the tip with each stroke, causing Matthew to jerk with pleasure each time he did, his hand twisting along his length to give him the optimum amount of pleasure.
It wasn’t long before the sounds coming from Matthew were drawn out, his breath short even as he continued to kiss Francis. It became wet and just a little sloppy, but oh so hot as the movements of his hips became more desperate. He pulled back from the kiss to breath, unable to stay in that position any longer.
“Oh, oh Francis. So close.” Matthew gave a short cry when that hand sped up and tightened.
“Come for me, Mattheiu. I wish to see the pleasure that you are feeling.” The soft spoken, husky command seemed to speak to him and he tossed his head back, his body arched and taut as he trembled. He shouted Francis’ name as the tight knots in his belly snapped and his orgasm washed over him, his pleasure prolonged as Francis continued to stroke him. After a moment, when the strokes slowed and stopped, Matthew relaxed, boneless and shivering and his breathing heavy. He turned his head and gave Francis a languid kiss.
“That was…wonderful, Francis.” Francis grinned, his hands running along his stomach.
“I do hope that you are not spent yet, mon cher. I am not quite finished showing you those…relaxation techniques.” Matthew laughed and turned to face Francis.
“I’m looking forward to them.” With that, Matthew pressed his lips and body to Francis’, ready to enjoy a quiet evening with his lover.