AN: helloooooo~ this is an RP done by the awesome Zombieecho and me XD (go visit her dA: .com/ )
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Canada sat on the wide sofa. This was the third Christmas that no one had come to his party. The table was set with party food. Canada let out a sigh... This was so... lonely.
France stood in front of a very big red door with a wreath carefully placed in the center. He smirked, delicately tapping on the door with his knuckles, leaning up against the door to hear if anyone was inside. It seemed quite quiet for a house party...
Canada looked up from the ground. Was that a knock he heard? He cautiously walked towards the door. He opened it a little. A familiar scent of roses and wine floated in. "Francis! You came!"
"Bonjour Matthew~" France said in a familiar low and seductive voice, stepping closer to the other blonde, noticing a little bit of flour stuck in his hair, probably from preparing food. He brushed it away slowly, his face quite close. "Ah, forgive me, I couldn't help but notice." Francis smiled, progressing to move further into the house, looking around. His Santa hat bobbing with each movement, he was only wearing a red jacket with white trimming...
Matthew blushed as France touched is hair. "I-it's ok... I'm really glad you came, Francis, I was so scared that I'd have to spend Christmas alone again..." he looked to the floor. And he noticed... Francis was only in a jacket. No pants? "Francis... You... have no pants on..."
"Ah? Oh, yes, this is my Christmas outfit. Stylish, non?" Francis said, as he spun around to face Canada, pulling a rose from one of his very large pockets. "Is there no one else here?" France then began to wonder what England was doing, he had promised to show up like he always had.
"Y-yes..." Matthew blush. "No one but you. Oh, Francis, I'm so glad you came..." He secretly hoped no one else would come... just having his Francis was enough
Francis smirked, smitten by Canada's voice and the blush that grazed his cheeks. "Of course, what kind of country would I be, non?" He said, using fluent hand gestures, a habit of his. He took in a deep breath, taking in the scent of the house, confused, why would the house smell like maple syrup? "Matthew, what have you prepared this evening?"
"Oh, it's nothing much. Just a little mash potato... turkey... um... a little wine?" he smiled at France. "You the best country I know. It's so nice of you to drop by. Would you like to stay for the night? "
Everything Matthew had said after wine was but a blur to Francis "Oui, oui, err, what about this wine?" he said, moving closer to the other country, as if expecting him to show him the way to the wine. But of course it would not be the same unless it was French wine.
Matthew timidly walked over to the table. "Here," he said, holding up a bottle of red wine, "I had it imported from France, especially for this occasion." He smiled as he saw the older blonde's eyes sparkle
Francis stared at the wine for a moment, the color so rich and red, shining in the light. Then back to Matthew, "Ah, you've learned well, we serve the best wine... may I?" he said, gesturing towards the bottle, lightly placing his hand on top of Canada's caressing it ever so slightly, his blue eyes gazing into Canada's violet ones, trying to captivate him.
Canada squirmed slightly under Francis's light touch. "Of course." he took out two delicate glass cups and poured out a little wine for both himself and Francis. "Merry Christmas" he smiled as he raised the cup.
Francis smiled, raising his own glass to Matthew's, lightly tapping it against his with a small clink. "Joyeux Noël, Matthew..." he whispered, then raised the glass to his lips, swirling the substance and inhaling it before taking a small sip."Mmm"
"Does it taste good?" Mathew said before taking a small sip himself. HE was not used to drinking wine, but he had to admit it tasted rather well. He sat down on the sofa and motioned for Francis to join him.
Francis smiled and nodded "Oui, one of the finest, merci" he replied, gliding over to sit closely next to Canada, placing the wine on the table just in front of them, he moved his lips close to Canada's ear "Let's have a good time, Matthew..." he whispered, smiling as he returned to his drink, taking another sip.
Matthew blushed. "A-a good time?" he took another sip himself. He was already feeling quite hot... Maybe he just wasn't the wine-drinking type... If he got drunk tonight... he didn't know what was going got happen... it would be so unpredictable... especially with Francis here...
"Oui..." Francis replied, taking another sip, the wine was quickly moving down his glass as he drank more and more, his body was very close to the other blonde's.
Matthew shifted away from Francis... what was Francis going to do to him? He took another sip of wine. His face was already feeling warm. He liked the wine, but he was feeling slightly dizzy.
Maybe he should stop drinking...
Francis finished up the rest of the wine in his glass, putting it down on the table as he refilled it gesturing towards Matthew's cup "Here," he said, "let me refill it for you..."
Matthew was too shy to refuse, he wondered if Francis noticed he was getting a little drunk. AS he took his next sip, he felt his cheeks getting even hotter. The ceiling had begun to spin a little... "Francis..." he said as we leaned towards the older blonde
France smiled and placed down his glass, putting an arm around Matthew. The other blonde was already drunk after just one glass? This was shocking to Francis being used to England who drank more than even he did! "Ah, you've had too much to drink Matthew... perhaps we shall save dinner for tomorrow, oui? Let me take you to bed..."
"Mmm..." Matthew was too drunk to realize what Francis had just said until he was on the bed. "F-Francis... I feel so hot... strip me..."
France's eyes widened, perhaps this night would be a little more fun than he had anticipated... he moved closer to the bed, climbing on top of Canada as he began to take his shirt off, sliding his leather gloves across the blonde's naked chest.
Matthew flinched slightly as his shirt was taken off. His chest was exposed to the cold air... and... Well to Francis. He could scarcely believe what he was doing. "Nn... Francis..." he moaned as Francis' talented fingers brushed alone his pink bumps.
Francis chuckled, tossing the article off the bed quickly, "You seem quite cold Matthew... let me warm you up, oui?" he proposed, tilting his head down until their eyes were leveled, and his lips were just grazing Matthew's.
"Oui oui!"Melting into the kiss immediately, Matthew wrapped his arms around Francis. If he hadn't been the one to provide the wine, he would have sworn it was drugged.
Francis smiled into the kiss, pressing his body against the other blonde's, his hands moving down to Matthew's jeans, playing with his zipper teasingly. Moving his tongue across Matthew's lower lip
Matthew let out a little moan and opened his mouth. "Mnnn..." he felt his zipper being pulled on and he felt himself becoming harder... He buried his hands into Francis's soft hair
Francis intruded, sliding his tongue into Matthew's mouth at the chance, groaning softly. His tongue was soft... softer than he had expected... could it be...? Was he a... virgin? He unzipped Matthew's jeans finally, tugging the denim down his slender hips... his soft skin smelt faintly of pine and maple syrup. The scent was enough to drive France wild, he was growing harder with each second, his jacket slowly slipping from his shoulders, his hat discarded on the floor.
Francis intruded, sliding his tongue into Matthew's mouth at the chance, groaning softly. His tongue was soft... softer than he had expected... could it be...? Was he a... virgin?
He unzipped Matthew's jeans finally, tugging the denim down his slender hips... his soft skin smelt faintly of pine and maple syrup. The scent was enough to drive France wild, he was growing harder with each second, his jacket slowly slipping from his shoulders, his hat discarded on the floor.
Even though Matthew was a little drunk, he still knew what Francis was going to do. "Will it hurt? I've never done it before... you'll be my first" he blushed. His clothed bulge was getting really annoying.
France's voice was quiet, and although his voice was usually quite deep and seductive, he sounded even more sexual, "Do not worry, mon beau, I will make it feel better.." he whispered, chuckling softly, his lips finding the other's throat, licking and nipping along his skin as his hands still continued to tug at the remains of Matthew's clothes.
A spark flew down his spine as Matthew felt Francis' lips on his neck... He felt more of his clothes coming off... it felt... so weird... and yet so good... "Fr-Francis..."
Francis moved his lips slowly up Matthew's neck, trailing up from his jaw until something poked him. He looked up, noticing a curled strand of hair, he smirked. His lips found the hair, wrapping them around is he sucked on it, licking it slowly as his hand slid Canada's underwear down
"A-ahh~ Francis... Don't... Don't Ah`" Francis had attacked Canada/'s weakest spot. "F-franc... cist..." Canada was blushing madly now. He barely felt his under wear come off. The feeling of his curl being... sucked and licked was too... overwhelming... it felt too good. He continued to whimper and moan, making small noises that aroused Francis even more
Francis continued to suck and lick on Canada's hair, prying moans out of him. He moved his hand slowly up the other blonde's leg, his fingers lightly grazing the boy's erection.
Canada squirmed underneath Francis as he felt his erection being touched. "F-Francis...ah~" he wanted this so badly. His erection was hurting a little. It was so hard. And he felt like his release was close... so fast.
Francis smirked, "You're enjoying this... oui?" his voice rang, pressing his lips close to Matthew's ear; he ran his tongue against the boy's earlobe, stroking his member.
"Francis~ Ah~ oui, oui!" His member was aching for even more attention. Pre-cum leaked from the tip. Matthew was blushing madly. He wasn't used to being abused in this way. And he liked it
Francis felt as the warm liquid leaked down his gloved hands, he nibbled Matthew's earlobe, stifling back his own moan, "Come, Matthew..." he whispered, almost teaching him... wanting Matthew to know how to do this right.
Matthew blushed at the fact that Francis knew he was close to coming. He gave a small whimper. "Pleasure me more, Francis... take off your glove... use your bare hands..." He wasn't aroused just enough yet to come...
Francis grinned, moving his hand up to his lips he removed his cummy glove with his teeth, letting it drop to the floor. He moved his hand back to Matthew's member, stroking as he moved down his body, his lips edging closer and closer to Matthew's member.
Mathew whimpered as he felt Francis's hand leave his member, but gasped as soon as it was returned. AS the older blonde's lips moved close and closer to his member, he arched his back slightly... "F-Francis" he blushed
"Mm... Matthew..." Francis breathed, moving further down until his lips finally reached the blonde's member, wrapping his lips around it he licked the tip then moved down and sucked. Hard. Lathering his dick with saliva
That hard jab with the tongue made him loose all control "F-Francis~ Ahhh!" Matthew's sticky seed came all over Francis, the bed, and himself. And of course, part of it went into Francis' mouth. He blushed harder.
Francis smirked, licking his lips and swallowing what he could of the substance, it was almost bittersweet... he crawled back up Canada's body, pulling off his jacket as he did so. He kissed and licked as his neck "You taste good..." he whispered.
Matthew made no reply... He pulled Francis' head up for a kiss. "Make me feel even better..." his voice was barely audible... He was so drunk. Both from the wine and form lust.
Francis chuckled "Greedy, aren't you?" he remarked, pressing his lips against Canada's aggressively, running one hand up his body and around his neck, clutching his hair tightly. He did this while his other stroked him again, trying to keep him hard...
"Only for you, Francis..." he moaned again as he felt the hand on his crotch. His hands found their way to Francis' own crotch and he squeezed it lightly, running his fingers along it.
Francis groaned softly as Matthew touched him; the action was unexpected to him. He pulled the blonde's lips closer, taking his lower lip into his mouth he bit down on it softly, running his tongue along the wound. He crushed his lips into Canada's trying to stop himself from making any sound, stoking the other blonde faster.
Matthew let out a small gasp at the bite. It hurt a little, but it did feel good, surprisingly. He moaned again as he felt Francis' hands stroking him. He himself stroked Frances more.
Francis moved his lips slightly against Matthew's, grinding his hips against Canada's hand. He stopped stroking him, pulling the other blonde's legs farther and farther apart.
Canada whimpered as he felt France's hand leave his member, but he soon felt something hot grinding against his own length. "F-Francis... Aah~" he didn't notice that his legs were being spread farther and farther apart...
Francis' moved his fingers up to Canada's mouth, "S-suck..." France groaned, grinding against Matthew harder, pleasuring himself in the process, Wanting Matthew more than anything.
Curious, Canada sucked at Francis' fingers. He felt his member becoming even harder as France grinded himself against Matthew. He stopped sucking, "What for, Francis?"
France shivered as Canada's tongue ran across his sensitive fingers, biting his lip. He pulled them away, smirking slightly at Matthew's question. "Just relax..." he whispered, bringing his fingers lower down Canada's body, teasing at his entrance, glancing up to watch Matthew's reactions.
Matthew made a small sound as he felt his entrance being touched. "Nn... Fr-Francis... What are you trying to do?" His face was still red, partly because of the wine, but more importantly, because he was being molested in the most pleasurable way.
"I'm going to make you feel even better, it's what you wanted, none?" he teased, smirking, sliding his index finger into Matthew's entrance.
Matthew whimpered as he felt a finger enter his ring of muscle. "Hnn... Francis" he gasped, clinging onto Francis' hair. It hurt. How as this supposed to make him feel any better? "F-Francis... stops... please... stop it..."
Francis moved his finger in and out of Matthew, going deeper and deeper each time, trying to prepare him as well as he could "Relax, mon beau..." he whispered, he knew it wouldn't hurt for much longer...
Suddenly, Canada bucked his hips. Francis had touched... this... place inside of him... it felt really good. "There... again... Francis..." he breathed "NNn..."
Francis smirked, "Found it..." he whispered to no one in particular, massaging the tender spot he had found inside of Canada, moving a second and a third finger in as he prepared him.
AS each finger was added, Matthew moaned louder yet. "Nna... F...Fra ah~" Canada was obviously enjoying this new found feeling. "Ahhhhh~" This already felt so good. Although it hurt a little, Matthew didn't mind.
Shivers filled Francis as Matthew moaned, he was getting so hard... Matthew turned him on so much. He lowered his head to Canada's neck, biting down on the skin slightly and sucked, groaning into the skin as he did the sounds turning into vibrations against the skin.
Matthew yelped as he felt Francis' teeth on his delicate skin. He was sure he would have quite a few hickeys after this... "MM... Francis... is there any way to make this even better?" he moaned innocently, not knowing what his words would later bring.
"Mmm?" Francis groaned, smiling against his skin, he pulled his fingers out of Matthew and quickly moved his member to where they had been, thrusting into Canada fluently, groaning loudly as he did, the boy's insides caved in around him.. And it felt so good. It was so warm... "L-Like this M-Matthew?" the older man groaned, thrusting once more.
"Ah~" Matthew gripped the bed sheets underneath him, "F-Francis... oui. Oui! L-like... ah~ this..." he blushed again. He was doing such improper things with ... well... another male... and it was France too...
Francis grabbed Matthew's hands, placing them around his own neck "Nnn... hold... onto me..." he moaned, thrusting faster, gripping the other blonde's body closer to his own as his thrusting became faster and faster.
Matthew gladly obeyed. "Ahh~~Fran...Fran-ah~ Francis... I... I need to c-come..." He could barely speak. He was in heaven. His member craved for attention. Again, drops of pearly precum was dripping from the tip
"M-moi aussi~" France moaned, thrusted faster, reaching down to stroke Matthew's already cummy member when he felt he was close, he was going to burst any second...
"Francis~" Matthew called out his lovers name as he came all over himself and Francis. His chest was heaving
"M-Matt...hew..." Francis groaned quietly as he came inside of the other country, thrusting once more before pulling out, weakly moving over Matthew to lie beside him.
As Francis lay down, Matthew laid his own head on Francis' torso. "Francis..." He was out of breath and was panting heavily. Both blondes' chests were heaving.
Francis inhaled heavily, wrapping his arms around the smaller blonde, kissing his forehead. "J'aime mon chéri..." he whispered, kissing his lips once more.
Matthew felt tired. Wrapped up in Francis' arms, he felt safe, comfortable, and warm. He soon fell asleep