with glowing hearts [4/4]
anonymous
March 3 2010, 03:01:59 UTC
As expected, the sex is not the slow careful pace Francis associates with Matthew. Although he knows the other is trying to calm the jittery lurches, apologizing as he wraps himself around Francis, kissing wherever he can reach. It is Francis who makes that awkward stretch, anchoring himself on Matthew’s shoulders as he draws them together for a kiss. “Go on,” Francis says when they part for breath, “let’s see that golden touch, hm?” And barely have the words come out when Matthew let’s his last inhibitions go, giving a thrust forward.
It is not the best fuck of Francis’ life, but it is certainly one of the more memorable if only for the way Matthew is able be so unrestrained. And he likes the way the younger nation is groaning his name, how Matthew settles so deeply within despite the quick rapid movements. Francis finds himself responding, compensating for Matthew’s unsteadiness. And when pleasure overcomes pain, when Matthew’s name is the only word Francis can form, he finally comes.
Matthew is close behind. He rides it out while their bodies are still one, then pulls out and flops next to Francis on the bed. The heaving pants soon turn to laughter and Matthew reaches out and kisses Francis - a sound, steady gesture that underscores the way his fingers tremble against Francis’ cheek.
“Thank you,” Matthew says then kisses Francis again. And if he was giddy before, well, Francis doesn’t know how to describe it now. But he accepts the kisses easily, letting his own hands tangle in Matthew’s hair.
And maybe they would have stayed like that forever, the way Matthew persists.
“You have a ceremony to attend and yet you’ve completely lost it.” Francis finally breaks away some moments later, twisting so Matthew can no longer reach him. “What are you thanking me for?”
“Just for being here,” confesses Matthew, the corners of his mouth twitching happily. “For keeping me sane maybe,” he adds with another laugh, wiping at the tears gathering around his eyes. “Tomorrow is … everything returns to normal, you know? But I think I just experienced the best two weeks I’ve had in a long time.” Then quieter, sobering, Matthew says, “Change your plane. You’ve stayed this long, you have to attend the closing ceremonies with me tonight. I’ll put you up.”
“You don’t need me to watch over you,” Francis says as a smile tugs at his lips. “I’ll catch it on the television before going to bed.”
“No,” insists Matthew, sitting now and trying to drag Francis up with him. “Come on, we’ll shower and make it in no time. You must,” he insists again.
And Francis wonders if Matthew knows how his hugs destroy Francis’ resistance, because when Matthew’s arms wrap around him, Francis can’t say no.
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Thank you to all the kind anons who commented. Sorry this isn't as smutty as the request asked for, anon is still pretty new to the smut-writing thing and is obviously more attuned to fluff. But I hope you liked it op <3
recaptcha: "ursuline hast" ... recaptcha, are you reading the history of New France atm? How fitting! Though I don't know how the Ursuline nuns would feel about this particular context.
It is not the best fuck of Francis’ life, but it is certainly one of the more memorable if only for the way Matthew is able be so unrestrained. And he likes the way the younger nation is groaning his name, how Matthew settles so deeply within despite the quick rapid movements. Francis finds himself responding, compensating for Matthew’s unsteadiness. And when pleasure overcomes pain, when Matthew’s name is the only word Francis can form, he finally comes.
Matthew is close behind. He rides it out while their bodies are still one, then pulls out and flops next to Francis on the bed. The heaving pants soon turn to laughter and Matthew reaches out and kisses Francis - a sound, steady gesture that underscores the way his fingers tremble against Francis’ cheek.
“Thank you,” Matthew says then kisses Francis again. And if he was giddy before, well, Francis doesn’t know how to describe it now. But he accepts the kisses easily, letting his own hands tangle in Matthew’s hair.
And maybe they would have stayed like that forever, the way Matthew persists.
“You have a ceremony to attend and yet you’ve completely lost it.” Francis finally breaks away some moments later, twisting so Matthew can no longer reach him. “What are you thanking me for?”
“Just for being here,” confesses Matthew, the corners of his mouth twitching happily. “For keeping me sane maybe,” he adds with another laugh, wiping at the tears gathering around his eyes. “Tomorrow is … everything returns to normal, you know? But I think I just experienced the best two weeks I’ve had in a long time.” Then quieter, sobering, Matthew says, “Change your plane. You’ve stayed this long, you have to attend the closing ceremonies with me tonight. I’ll put you up.”
“You don’t need me to watch over you,” Francis says as a smile tugs at his lips. “I’ll catch it on the television before going to bed.”
“No,” insists Matthew, sitting now and trying to drag Francis up with him. “Come on, we’ll shower and make it in no time. You must,” he insists again.
And Francis wonders if Matthew knows how his hugs destroy Francis’ resistance, because when Matthew’s arms wrap around him, Francis can’t say no.
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Thank you to all the kind anons who commented. Sorry this isn't as smutty as the request asked for, anon is still pretty new to the smut-writing thing and is obviously more attuned to fluff. But I hope you liked it op <3
recaptcha: "ursuline hast" ... recaptcha, are you reading the history of New France atm? How fitting! Though I don't know how the Ursuline nuns would feel about this particular context.
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Thank you! 8D
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