This is a role play FMB and I did. Enjoy and review!
Francis hears little Matthew get home from school and peeks around from the kitchen. "Bonjour, Mattieu!" he has his apron on and a mixing bowl in hand.
Matthew drops his backpack and kicks off his shoes in the doorway and rushes into the kitchen, "What're you making, Papa?" He asks, his voice soft like always and his eyes inquisitive.
Francis smiles at how cute he is and replies "Cookies. You can have the first one when they're done."
He smiles excitedly and rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet, "Can I lick the spoon, too?"
Francis nods "Of course, mon Mattieu." he ruffles his hair. "What about that math test you had today?"
Matthew's smile drops and he looks down at his feet, upset, "I didn't do well..."
Francis doesn't stop his mixing and asks "May I see it?"
He pouts a little and his shoulders slump, "Do I have to show it, Papa...?"
Francis nods and holds out his hand "bring it here, s'il vous-plait"
He groans in annoyance and stomps over to his backpack left haphazardly before the front door and rummages through it until he pulls out a crumpled, slightly torn, and very scribbled on test. He brings it over to Francis and shoves it at him, brows bent downwards angrily and lower lip stuck out.
Francis looks over it and clicks his tongue "Did you study for it like I told you to?"
He grumbles a little more, then nods, though he's lying.
Francis hooks his hands in Mattie's armpits and lifts him to sit on the counter. He leans forward and looks into Matthew's eyes "Did you study, Mattieu?"
"Yes! I did, Papa!" Matthew lies further, not looking into Francis' eyes and puffing out his cheeks like he typically does while fibbing, though he isn't aware of it.
Francis smiles a little and lifts Matt's chin so he has to look into his eyes "Mattieu . . . Do not lie to me. You know what happens when you lie."
Matthew suddenly looks a little unsure as he looks into Francis' eyes, then swallows and says nervously, "I... I did... a little.."
Francis chuckles and shakes his head. "Mattieu . . ." he leans close and kisses his neck. "You think you can fool your own Papa?"
Matthew closes his eyes and bites his lip, "It's unfair, Papa... I don't want to do math..."
"I know . . but you need it." he runs his tongue up to Matt's ear and nibbles "How do you think I measure the ingredients for your cookies?"
Matthew shivers and mumbles, "It's on the cup... and it tells you how much..." He lets out a disheartened sigh, "I don't need it, Papa. I don't want to do it anymore."
"Well that's too bad. Sometimes you have to do things that you just don't want to do." He rests his elbows on the counter on either side of Matthew's hips and wraps his forearms around, behind his butt. He ghosts his lips down his neck to the collar of his sweatshirt.
Matthew lets out a comfortable sigh and closes his eyes, tilting his head back and letting Francis touch him, "It's stupid, Papa. When will I ever need it?"
Francis runs his hands up Matthew's back, under his sweatshirt and chuckles, keeping his lips close to the boy's neck. "Well I use math all the time. When I need to pay for groceries, leave a tip, buy paint for your bedroom. It's used all the time."
He shakes his head, "I'll just use a calculator, then." He challenges, rolling his shoulders back luxuriously.
Francis clicks his tongue and slides his hands around to Mattie's chest "You silly boy." he slides his sweatshirt up and over his head, tugging it off along with his shirt. "They'll think you're dumb if you do that. And mon Mattieu is not dumb." he nips at his collar bone.
Matthew shivers lightly and sighs out, "Well, as long as you're taking care of me, Papa, I don't see why I should be seen as clever..." He brings a hand up to brush Francis' hair from his face.
Francis sighs and kisses his neck gently "I just want you to have all the love I didn't. . . " he strokes Matthew's hair gently "I guess I do baby you too much . . "
Matthew shakes his head quickly, "You don't, Papa! I love the love you give me!" He grips his hand and kisses the fingertips quickly, "Please don't stop..."
Francis smiles and rubs Matt's cheek "Je t'aime, Mattieu." he gently leans in and kisses his son, moving his hand to the nape of his neck.
Matthew kisses back happily, gripping his shirt now and whispering, "Je t'aime aussi, Papa..." When he gets the chance.
Francis rubs the back of his neck slowly as he kisses him more passionately and uses the thumb of his free hand to rub one of Matt's little pink nipples.
Matthew moans against Francis' lips, arching his back a little to urge Francis to touch him more, touch him harder, but still with love. He kisses Francis back, but he's still unskilled compared to the adult figure.
Francis thinks his amateur skills are adorable and lifts one of Matt's legs to wrap around his waist. He adds a little bit of tongue to the kiss, not wanting to push Matthew too quickly, but still wanting to taste more of him.
Matthew moans again and lays both hands on Francis' cheeks, trying to pull him closer with his leg, but unable to due to the size difference. He can barely get both legs around his hips, either.
Francis slips the rest of his tongue into Matthew's mouth and pinches his nipple with his fingertips. He gently rubs his crotch against Matthew's tiny hips and groans a little.
Matthew lets out a nervous squeak and twists his fingers in Francis' shirt, still trying to focus on kissing him, but getting distracted by Francis' hips.
Francis pulls away from the kiss only for a moment to ask in a breathy voice "Do you want all of Papa?" he kisses his cheek and rubs against him again for emphasis.
Matthew gasps lightly and thinks about it, glancing nervously down towards Francis' groin, then back up into his eyes, "I... I... Will it hurt...?"
Francis gives him a light peck "Of course not. I would never hurt you."
He nods a little, then kisses him in return and nods again, "Okay... Oui..." He gives him a nervous smile.
Francis smiles "Don't be scared, you'll love it!" He gives Matthew a hotter kiss and rubs his crotch through his pants. He laughs softly "Already hard, are we?"
Matthew turns red out of embarrassment, "It's because you're touching me in such a way, Papa..." He mutters shyly, averting his eyes.
He kisses his neck and keeps rubbing "I think it's cute. So small . . . " he unbuttons Matt's pants and puts his hand down them, rubbing him through his boxers.
Matthew gasps sharply and drops his hands to the counter, lifting his hips a little to get more of Francis' touch, clenching his jaw and groaning in the back of his throat.
Francis mumbles "that's a good boy" against his neck before pulling his hand out of his pants and tugging them down to his knees. He hooks his fingers in the elastic of Matt's boxers and starts to tug them down too.
Matthew lifts his hips to make it easier for him, then blushes as he stares at his little rock-hard cock. He isn't sure if he should be embarrassed or not...
Once Matthew is sitting on the counter, completely naked, Francis looks down at it and clicks his tongue "Look at that . . " he mumbles, stroking the soft blonde hairs starting to appear above Matt's cock "Mon petit Mattieu is turning into a little man."
Matthew blushes more and smiles, "Maybe one day I'll return the favour, Papa." He suggests, giggling softly.
Francis chuckles "We'll just have to see about that." He kisses Matt and pulls at his foreskin teasingly with one hand while the other works at his own button.
Matt moans and lets his head drop back, subconsciously rolling his hips forward, "If this is supposed to inspire me to study for math..."
Francis smirks "How about, if you don't study, I'll never touch you like this again." He shimmies his pants down his thighs and runs his tongue up Matt's neck.
Matthew gasps and pushes Francis away to look him in the eyes, "You can't be serious, Papa!" He looks worried, but annoyed at the studying part.
Francis puts on his best stern dad look and says "I'm dead serious. No studying no touching." he secretly and slowly rubs himself, still getting ready.
Matthew shakes his head more, "Papa, you can't do that! You can't just stop touching me!" He whines a little, gripping Francis' shirt once more and looking desperate.
Francis cracks a smile "Then study." he pokes Matthew's tip. "Easy as that."
Matthew flinches and frowns a little, "I don't like being teased..." He kisses Francis' jaw, "And I don't like studying for math."
Francis nods "but you need to." and pulls his boxers down. He takes his dick in his hand and pumps nonchalantly. He's pretty much twice the size of Matt.
Matt blushes when he sees his father and he swallows nervously, forgetting the topic of math to ask, "Will that fit..? Papa, I'm nervous..."
Francis looks up and nods "Don't worry. You'll be just fine. Here." he holds his fingers up to Matt's lips "Lick these for me."
Matthew looks at him uncertainly, but shyly begins to lick his fingers like he would a lollipop or a popsicle.
Francis watches him and gets a little more turned on. "That's good . . . " he mumbles when he pulls them away. He pulls Matthew close so his chin is resting on his shoulder and his butt is stuck out on the counter. He spreads his cheeks and gently starts to rub circles around his anus.
Matthew closes his eyes and lets out a slow breath, making soft pleasurable noises as he's rubbed, "Is that where you're going to take me...?"
Francis nods and pokes a finger in "But I'm going to loosen you up first." he wiggles his finger around and pushes it into him a little further.
Matthew's jaw drops open and he gasps in surprise and wiggles uncomfortably, "Are you sure...?"
He nods "mm hmm." he pulls his first finger out only to add a second as he put it back in.
Mattie whimpers softly and looks down at Francis' fingers working in and out of him.
Francis scissors him dramatically but still gently and kisses his forehead. He whispers "You're so warm inside . . "
He blushes more and says, "They go in so far..." His hips buck lightly and he lets out an unsure breath.
Francis nods "It'll go in even further . . Does it feel good?" he rubs his insides slowly.
Matthew nods and lets his head tilt back, "It's... it's uncomfortable, but it feels nice..."
Francis hums, trying to think of a way to make it less uncomfortable for little Mattie. He twists his fingers a little and scissors him more. "Do you think I can add another?"
Matthew swallows nervously and nods, "You can try..."
Francis kisses his neck lovingly and pulls his fingers out to add a third and press them back in slowly. "Try to stay relaxed."
Matthew nods and tries to regulate his breathing, but it's coming out raggedly and short.
Francis leaves more gentle kisses on his face and neck as he scissors and rubs with all three fingers.
Matthew gasps softly and his entire body shivers, "Papa...?"
Francis looks up at him "Oui?"
He bites his lips lightly and whispers, "It felt good there... Or close to there... Is that supposed to happen?"
Francis smiles a little and digs around for his prostate. When he finds the small lump he presses firmly and asks, "ici?"
He gasps loudly and his back arches, "P-p-p-papa! More!"
Francis chuckles softly and pokes it again before pulling his fingers out. He rummages through one of the nearby drawers to find a small bottle of lube. He rubs it on himself then asks quietly "Ready?"
Matthew nods quickly, "Oui, Papa, Oui, oui, hurry... S'il vous plait..."
Francis kisses his ear and starts pressing in slowly. "Tell me to stop if it hurts, mon petit chou."
He nods quickly, "Just go... I want more..." He begs, tugging on Francis' shirt tightly.
He taps Matthew's nose lightly "Now don't be too greedy." he kisses his cheek and grabs his hips, pushing the rest of the way in. "It's not very becoming of a young man to be greedy."
He gasps and winces in pain, then whimpers out, "You raised me like this, papa... and now I want more..."
Francis sighs and rolls his hips up into Matthew "I know . . I just hope I'll always be enough, Mattieu."
He moans shakily and kisses Francis' lips lightly, "You will always be enough Papa..."
Francis smiles and runs his fingers through Matt's hair, whispering "Je t'aime, Mattieu." he starts to pull out very slowly as he kisses him.
Matthew kisses back and tries to spread his legs further, but has a hard time doing it.
Francis puts a hand on Matthew's thigh and pushes it outward a little for him as he pushes back in, aiming for that magic spot.
Matthew shivers, then gasps loudly, "Papa!" He whimpers, tugging on his shirt roughly, "It's so good..."
Francis starts to thrust a little faster and mumbles to himself in french "I'm turning my child into a sex addict." he chuckles a little "How does it feel?" he asks Matt.
"So good, Papa, so good..." He answers quickly, clinging to Francis tightly and panting heavily, "What are you doing to me...?"
Francis strokes his hair gently "I'm making love to you, Mattieu. . . Does it feel wrong?" he keeps his steady pace.
Matthew shakes his head quickly, and kisses Francis sloppily, "No, Papa, it feels so right...!"
Francis cups his cheek and returns the kiss, speeding his pace up a little "I want to hear you, Mattieu." he whispers against his ear "Cry out when it feels especially good."
He nods a little, panting heavily with his tongue sticking out a little. He lets out a small shriek, "Deeper!"
Francis spreads Matthew's other leg and presses into him harder, watching Matt's face as he slides in and out.
He looks down at where they're joined and he blushes more, "It's so big... How does it fit..."
Francis follows his line of vision and watches too. He shakes his head and mumbles "I don't know, Mattieu. . " he keeps watching as he jerks his hips forward, pressing into Mattie.
Mattie cries out again and lets his head drop back, "Papa kiss me..."
Francis supports the back of Mattie's head with one hand and kisses him with all the love he has. He uses his other hand to massage his thigh as he pounds into him.
Matthew kisses back, trying to match his passion, but unable due to the distraction of being fucked for the first time and the foreign feeling it brings, especially when his body finally gives out and he comes hard, dirtying Francis' shirt.
Francis' brows raise as he's caught off guard by Matthew coming so suddenly. He can feel himself getting close and whispers hotly "Mattieu . . . "
Matthew is panting heavily as he's slowly brought down from ecstasy and he wraps his arms around Francis' neck, kissing his cheek lightly, "Whatever just happened... I want it again... and I want you to do it in me..."
Francis nods and presses in as deep as he can go "Squeeze me, enfant . . S-s'il vous plaƮt . . "
Matthew squeezes around Francis' cock, gasping a little as he does this. His eyes are half-lidded and he's still panting, but he squeezes as long as he can, wanting to feel Francis come in him.
Francis lets go and comes deep inside of Matthew, letting his hot liquids fill him up. "Mattieu. . " he groans as he grips his thigh and shoulder tightly. He buries his face in Mattie's other shoulder to muffle his cry.
Matthew gasps and bites his lip as he's filled, then resumes panting and he kisses Francis' cheek, "Papa... Are you okay...?"
Francis nods and pants out "Oui . . I'm wonderful." he smiles and kisses Matthew softly then pulls back to mumble, "I'm going to pull out, D'accord?"
Matthew nods a little and smiles, then whimpers when he starts pulling out and he grips Francis' shirt tightly.
Francis bites his lip and pulls out slowly, making sure to be gentle. When he's out he lets out a shaky breath then kisses Matt. "Je t'aime." he whispers
Matthew smiles a little and kisses back, then nuzzles his nose against Francis' cheek and whispers, "Je t'aime, Papa. But..."
Francis gives him a concerned look "But . . . ?"
He gives Francis his best pout, "I stilldon't want to study for math..."
Francis' face relaxes and he chuckles "Oh Mattieu. That isn't going to work. Bring your work in here and you can study while I bake your cookies, non?" He grabs a towel and wipes up the come dripping out of Matthew.
Matthew nods a little, "Okay, fine. But you're doing my homework for me again!" He gets up and skips over to his bag, grabbing his homework and math book and taking it with him to the table.
Francis smiles and shakes his head, washing his hands and resuming his baking job. Just as he reaches for the bowl he notices Mattie's come on his apron. He looks to see if Matt isn't looking then wipes some up on his finger and tastes it.
Matthew doesn't notice and just happily skips to the page in his book, wincing a little as he sits, but not complaining, "If I get a good grade in my math class will you do this with me again, Papa?"
Francis pulls off his apron and gets a new one. "Of course Mattieu!" he ties the apron and walks over to Matt "But if you get a bad grade, no sex." he kisses his cheek lightly.
Matthew smiles a little and nods, then looks over the math in concentration as he attempts to do them.
