*moans because of the feeling of him sitting there* W-Well... I think I'd love to see that...

There are so many things I need to teach you.... *moves rubbing that particular place of him* Of course you're so young and naive

*bites his lower lip and closes his eyes, just feeling* Do you really think like that about me?

Aren't you a virgin and unexplored land anymore? Are you? *leans on him to give him a tender kiss while unbottoning his shirt*

*tangles his fingers with Francis' hair and kisses back* Well, I am, but... Wasn't I the one controlling everything first~?

*laughs* Are you even capable to handle me? To take me right here, right now? *rubs more , teasing*

*can't help moaning, but approaches kissing him and then biting his lower lip* If I'd like to, I'm sure I would *whispers to him*

*purrs and holds his face with both hands making him look directly to his eyes* I dare you to do it...

Not that I can't, but, can I take that bet for a next time? Right now I only want to be papa's boy *unbuttons his shirt while speaking*

*laughs pleased* And of course I enjoy being able to take good care of you... *takes off his pants and caresses his legs*

*sighs pleased and takes out Francis's shirt, then suddenly stops*

*stops as well and looks at him * Matthieu?

*silently approaches and starts kissing his scars*

*stays silent and motionless, feeling something undescribable inside his heart* Matthieu.... *hugs him resting his head in his shoulder*

*raises his arms and hugs him back softly* Je t'aime, Francis. Vraiment. Aujourd'hui et toujours.

*hugs him tighter* Despite some of those scars are from the times I fought with England for you, I wonder if I surrendered too early

The past is something we can't elude, but right now, we are together, Francis. That's what really matters. *kisses him tenderly*

*kisses him back , first on the mouth, but then goes lower, leaving a trace of kisses down his body*

*moans and holds his head close, wanting him to not stop, to not leave touching*

*leaves bite marks while kissing and slowly spreads his legs open* Virginal.. unexplored land.. or maybe not... *whispers almost to himself*

And now it's yours... *whispers while focuses on the sensations Francis is giving to him and only him*

Mine... *picks up the rose scented lube he had -because omg he's always prepared for this stuff- and spreads some in his fingers*

*bites and licks Francis' neck while he is busy down there*

*stops for a moment to look at him, not being able to hide his adoration* Have you ever done this with someone else?

*blushes deeply because of how he looks at him* N-no... You're the only person I would ever do this to...

Not even with Al? Or maybe Arthur?

No!! Of course not! I thought you knew you're the only for me... *Looks down*

*chuckles* I wanted to be sure... because, are you sure about this? It might hurt...

*Takes each side of Francis' head with his hands and looks directly to him* I know it will hurt... But I only want you to be with me...

Please, papa? *Is pleading with a soft voice*

*doesn't want to admit that being called "papa" turns him on so much* It's my duty to fulfill your desires. ..

*hold his chin with one hand to kiss him, while two fingers of the other one find their way inside him*

*Already knows that, that's why he does so* Merci... *Kisses him back, but can't help screaming a little due of pain*

*wraps an arm around his waist , holding him close* Relax, mon trèsor.. *slowly starts to move his fingers in and out of him*

*pants slowly and rests his head on Francis' neck, trying to think only of him and not the pain*

If you want me to stop, just tell me ..* nuzzles his hair and rubs his back trying to help him to relax*

W-wait... a mom-ment... *caughts his breath and then nods as an approval for him to continue now that he's more relaxed*

*continues with the movements for a few more times and then takes his fingers out, to grab his hips with both hands * Matthieu...

Keep going on, papa *looks tenderly at him and smiles reasuringly*

*kisses him tenderly* Amour.. I was just wondering in what position you prefered to be...

*kisses back and then laughs softly* And as I said, please, keep going on. I'm sure I'm going to love whatever position you want.

*slowly makes him lie down and stays still for a moment, trying to capture that moment in his memory,gazing with delight the body below him*

*stares back at him, wanting to cry just of happiness, but holding on*

Je t'aime... more than everything. *kisses him passionately, and slowly yet firmly starts to make his entrance inside him*

*moans while they are kissing and with his hands, starts scratching his back. The pain is forgotten and he just feels pleasure and feels

him, feels Francis. Can't hold on anymore and cries a little, cries for love*

*Is fulfilled of joy, feeling himself surrounded by the warmth of the body of his beloved so called son, and slowly starts to move*

Oh, Francis... *whispers in a mix of love, passion and lust* Je t'aime... Plus que hier, moins que demain...

*Matthieu's voice echoes in his head, feeling dizzy, lost in some kind of nirvana. Thrusts faster, going deeper everytime --

trying to reach that stop inside of him that'll make him moand and scream his name*

*Feels like his chest will explode just because of all the love he is feeling for Francis right now, he made him feel special, beloved*

*Raises his hand and tooks Francis lenght, starting to caress and pump it at same, trying to give him more pleasure*

*moans feeling dizzy, alcholized in Matt's scent, feeling his vision blur. Mumbles nonsensical french like a manthra-

clinging to the body of his lover, not being sure if he's still himself or if they both merged in a single person-

so in one last thrust, releases and lets him drown in the ultimate pleasure*

*Hugs him tightly, wanting to never let go of this moment. The moment he always dreamt of, they both being one*

*Releases crying loudly his name, the only name his mind thinks. Crying because everything is so perfect and right*

*And he thinks he could melt just of love right there in his arms*