Melting Point [2/3]
anonymous
September 21 2011, 09:04:35 UTC
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 is for Matthew, who smiles, 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.
Melting Point [3/3]
anonymous
September 21 2011, 09:06:35 UTC
“Thought you were going to…um...actually push it in.”
“Oh, no. 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.
I was already flailing on you on AIM but omg, this is super hot. I love the way you write them, intimate and loving and yet very dirty and kinky at the same time. Just /fans self. This is perfect!
Though you had an italics break at the end. Sleepiness strikes again, huh? XD
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 is for Matthew, who smiles, 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.
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“Oh, no. 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.
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Though you had an italics break at the end. Sleepiness strikes again, huh? XD
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rimming
and franada...
holy shit
today is the best day ever.
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Wonderful job A!A. Now excuse me, I have to shower. >.>
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Thanks, anon. Made my day. <3
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