The First Taste (5)
anonymous
September 15 2010, 07:44:06 UTC
Papa Francis let out a slight groan at the licks, so Matthieu tried more. He wanted to be the best lover Papa Francis had ever had, wanted to so wow him with his prowess that he'd shirk everyone else and only think about him. Every time he saw a pretty girl, he'd think she's passable, but my colony is far superior to her.
But they were dreams, and nothing more.
Papa Francis turned to face him, and Matthieu felt his skin and the softness and coarseness of him. He was intoxicated by the scent of him.
He licked Matthieu's palm until it was coated with saliva, and then Papa Francis began this same ritual with his own hands. Papa Francis guided both their wetted hands and coated his cock with saliva, carefully pumping it up and down. Before this, Matthieu had tried focusing on other parts of his body. He'd stay at his navel, and then take a peek and feel a strange heat under his skin, a throbbing inside him which would make him blush. He felt veins underneath his fingertips, and kept looking up to see how his touch affected Papa Francis.
Matthieu let out a little sound, almost like a mewl when Papa Francis pushed the tips of their cocks together and began ever so slowly, to rub. It was embarrassing to make a sound like that, but just felt so good and he couldn't control himself. Besides, it seemed to encourage Papa Francis. The more the tips of their cocks brushed together, the more slippery it became, with white droplets lubricated the space between them. The pressure was firm and wet and warm and making the times he'd rubbed and touched himself seem utterly juvenile. The mere amount of sensation was dizzying: breath at his cheek, the way Papa Francis smelled, the salty taste of his skin, oh Matthieu wanted it all and wanted this rush to never stop. Matthieu was incoherently mewling his name now, over and over again gasping Papa, oh papa Closer, closer, he dug his nails into Papa Francis' back as he sprawled against him, desperate for more contact than Papa Francis was giving him.
"You're so eager..." Papa Francis said, amused.
"It...ahhh feels so good-"
"I could teach you many, many things," Papa Francis said, his voice low and sultry in a way that made shivers run through him. "But only if you ask nicely."
"Please more, papa!" He begged.
Papa Francis seemed to consider this. He had paused his attentions, and Matthieu writhed. He was so close, and this made him all the more desperate to feel that final release under Papa Francis' touch.
"Oh please, papaaaa," he gasped.
Papa Francis began to stroke lightly at the tip of his cock.
"What do you say?" Papa Francis prompted.
"I-I already said please-"
"Yes, but you must tell me what you want me to do to you," Papa Francis said.
"Anything- Anything just please touch me!"
Papa Francis leaned close and whispered Yes, mon cher, whatever you wish and it was the sweetest words in the language, in any language.
He brought their bodies close together, and the friction made him let out a gasp - a loud gasp of Papa! Papa Francis let out a little growl in the back of his throat, and bit down on his shoulder. It felt possessive, and Matthieu basked in the pleasure of being possessed, of being a very French colony. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood but it'd leave a mark to last until morning, at least.
They were wrapped up in each other with tangled legs, rubbing and rutting like animals. There was heat, outside and beneath his skin, but he didn't mind, didn't care. All he wanting was more. He wrapped his arms about Papa Francis as they rubbed against each other, skin sticky and sensitive until he felt a different beating, other than the panting, and his rapidly beating heart.
And the summation, the summation was the last of the way to the apex. Release was more intense than when he had done it himself, rubbed against beds or in his grassy meadows. He loved the feeling of nearness, how Papa Francis' hand's stayed on him, steadying as the feeling bubbled through him, a jolt of bliss moving from his center outwards.
The First Taste (6)
anonymous
September 15 2010, 08:07:04 UTC
Afterwards they lay very close. Matthieu was sticky with white fluids, and the remainders of sweet syrup. Papa Francis poured some syrup on his fingers, and drew them across Matthieu's lips.
"Is this it...?" Matthieu said. It was not said in disappointment so much as surprise. He had never quite understood how two men would fit together, despite his desire to find a way to do so. This - and many things were still mysteries, mysteries to which Papa Francis had been privy to for hundreds of more years with many people and other countries, all who Matthieu hated a little.
"No, mon cher, it is only the beginning, a first taste if you will," Papa Francis said. "Once it is a little cooler, and we are a little more rested, we can both spend more time together, d'accord?"
"Oui, s'il vous plâit," Matthieu replied.
He had a whole month's worth of time to learn. He just wished there wasn't an ocean between them, that he could spend that much more time with Papa Francis.
"Teach me lots, Papa. I promise I'll be a good student for you," Matthieu said.
Papa Francis groaned. "Let me rest a little before you tempt me. I'm an old man without your youthful vigor."
"You're not old at all, Papa," Matthieu protested.
"Well I certainly don't feel old when I'm around you," Papa Francis said.
Matthieu smiled to himself. If he could give his papa anything, anything at all, at least he could make him feel youthful.
"I'm glad I can give you this at least, Papa," Matthieu said softly, a bit shyly as he snuggled closer, ignoring the heat.
Papa Francis gazed at him fondly. "You've given me far more than that, mon coeur. You give me serenity, you gave me fur and supplies, and you give me much pride."
"But I'm not a very good colony. I almost killed whole settlements, and I'm always ill."
"You try," Papa Francis said. "Besides, the blame would lie at General Winter's fault, not your own."
"I suppose," Matthieu admitted.
"So don't feel guilty; you have not let me down."
Matthieu nodded. He rested his head against Papa Francis' chest and swore to himself he'd take this learning to heart and carve out a place for himself with Papa Francis. Dreams, foolish dreams, but he would try for them even if they were about as useful as reaching for the stars and trying to grasp the white lights in his hands.
Re: The First Taste (6)
anonymous
September 16 2010, 11:04:35 UTC
OMG this is both so hot and so adorable!!! What's with all the awesome France as sex teacher recently? he's so sensual and delicious here, but also warm and comforting. Were that all first times were as marvelous as this one! your Canada is really sweet I especially love that he keeps calling him 'papa' during and after it
I think I may be OP for this, but the lnk to the original request is wrong, so I can't say ^^
And that, ahaha, I suppose I might have something to do with that? I looooove gentle teacher!Francis. It's a huge kink of mine. My porn muse came back after being gone most of the summer, so I've been catching up on stuff before it leaves again. It's very finicky, you see.
Re: The First Taste (6)
anonymous
September 17 2010, 01:25:42 UTC
Love this so much! There's never enough good Franada, and Canada was so cuuute in this! I love how he got flustered and messed all of his lines up XD And it was so hot and sexy, too. Oh, little Canada, you have so much to learn. Luckily, France is there to teach you ^_~
Re: The First Taste (6)
anonymous
October 3 2010, 13:04:23 UTC
So sweet, a bit sad, and very, very hot. Strange how those elements work together but they do. There are so many lines I could quote from this that make me cry.
But they were dreams, and nothing more.
Papa Francis turned to face him, and Matthieu felt his skin and the softness and coarseness of him. He was intoxicated by the scent of him.
He licked Matthieu's palm until it was coated with saliva, and then Papa Francis began this same ritual with his own hands. Papa Francis guided both their wetted hands and coated his cock with saliva, carefully pumping it up and down. Before this, Matthieu had tried focusing on other parts of his body. He'd stay at his navel, and then take a peek and feel a strange heat under his skin, a throbbing inside him which would make him blush. He felt veins underneath his fingertips, and kept looking up to see how his touch affected Papa Francis.
Matthieu let out a little sound, almost like a mewl when Papa Francis pushed the tips of their cocks together and began ever so slowly, to rub. It was embarrassing to make a sound like that, but just felt so good and he couldn't control himself. Besides, it seemed to encourage Papa Francis. The more the tips of their cocks brushed together, the more slippery it became, with white droplets lubricated the space between them. The pressure was firm and wet and warm and making the times he'd rubbed and touched himself seem utterly juvenile. The mere amount of sensation was dizzying: breath at his cheek, the way Papa Francis smelled, the salty taste of his skin, oh Matthieu wanted it all and wanted this rush to never stop. Matthieu was incoherently mewling his name now, over and over again gasping Papa, oh papa Closer, closer, he dug his nails into Papa Francis' back as he sprawled against him, desperate for more contact than Papa Francis was giving him.
"You're so eager..." Papa Francis said, amused.
"It...ahhh feels so good-"
"I could teach you many, many things," Papa Francis said, his voice low and sultry in a way that made shivers run through him. "But only if you ask nicely."
"Please more, papa!" He begged.
Papa Francis seemed to consider this. He had paused his attentions, and Matthieu writhed. He was so close, and this made him all the more desperate to feel that final release under Papa Francis' touch.
"Oh please, papaaaa," he gasped.
Papa Francis began to stroke lightly at the tip of his cock.
"What do you say?" Papa Francis prompted.
"I-I already said please-"
"Yes, but you must tell me what you want me to do to you," Papa Francis said.
"Anything- Anything just please touch me!"
Papa Francis leaned close and whispered Yes, mon cher, whatever you wish and it was the sweetest words in the language, in any language.
He brought their bodies close together, and the friction made him let out a gasp - a loud gasp of Papa! Papa Francis let out a little growl in the back of his throat, and bit down on his shoulder. It felt possessive, and Matthieu basked in the pleasure of being possessed, of being a very French colony. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood but it'd leave a mark to last until morning, at least.
They were wrapped up in each other with tangled legs, rubbing and rutting like animals. There was heat, outside and beneath his skin, but he didn't mind, didn't care. All he wanting was more. He wrapped his arms about Papa Francis as they rubbed against each other, skin sticky and sensitive until he felt a different beating, other than the panting, and his rapidly beating heart.
And the summation, the summation was the last of the way to the apex. Release was more intense than when he had done it himself, rubbed against beds or in his grassy meadows. He loved the feeling of nearness, how Papa Francis' hand's stayed on him, steadying as the feeling bubbled through him, a jolt of bliss moving from his center outwards.
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"Is this it...?" Matthieu said. It was not said in disappointment so much as surprise. He had never quite understood how two men would fit together, despite his desire to find a way to do so. This - and many things were still mysteries, mysteries to which Papa Francis had been privy to for hundreds of more years with many people and other countries, all who Matthieu hated a little.
"No, mon cher, it is only the beginning, a first taste if you will," Papa Francis said. "Once it is a little cooler, and we are a little more rested, we can both spend more time together, d'accord?"
"Oui, s'il vous plâit," Matthieu replied.
He had a whole month's worth of time to learn. He just wished there wasn't an ocean between them, that he could spend that much more time with Papa Francis.
"Teach me lots, Papa. I promise I'll be a good student for you," Matthieu said.
Papa Francis groaned. "Let me rest a little before you tempt me. I'm an old man without your youthful vigor."
"You're not old at all, Papa," Matthieu protested.
"Well I certainly don't feel old when I'm around you," Papa Francis said.
Matthieu smiled to himself. If he could give his papa anything, anything at all, at least he could make him feel youthful.
"I'm glad I can give you this at least, Papa," Matthieu said softly, a bit shyly as he snuggled closer, ignoring the heat.
Papa Francis gazed at him fondly. "You've given me far more than that, mon coeur. You give me serenity, you gave me fur and supplies, and you give me much pride."
"But I'm not a very good colony. I almost killed whole settlements, and I'm always ill."
"You try," Papa Francis said. "Besides, the blame would lie at General Winter's fault, not your own."
"I suppose," Matthieu admitted.
"So don't feel guilty; you have not let me down."
Matthieu nodded. He rested his head against Papa Francis' chest and swore to himself he'd take this learning to heart and carve out a place for himself with Papa Francis. Dreams, foolish dreams, but he would try for them even if they were about as useful as reaching for the stars and trying to grasp the white lights in his hands.
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I think I may be OP for this, but the lnk to the original request is wrong, so I can't say ^^
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If you are OP, then I'm glad you like it :)
And that, ahaha, I suppose I might have something to do with that? I looooove gentle teacher!Francis. It's a huge kink of mine. My porn muse came back after being gone most of the summer, so I've been catching up on stuff before it leaves again. It's very finicky, you see.
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Awesome fill, anon!
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