Pie-Chan~ Well hello there! YEY IT'S ANOTHER YAOI FIC!
Warnings~ This will contain hot, passionate, man loving, and if you do not like that kind of thing...then don't read it.
Disclaimer~ I do not own Hetalia, cause if i did...well lets just not go there OK ?
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Matthieu lay on the bed, his hair mused and his cheeks peppered with a light blush. Francis was on his hands and knees hovering over the smaller man, his blond curls tickling Matthieu's cheeks. Crystal blue orbs starred deeply into lavender ones, Francis wore a serious expression as he spoke to the small Canadian, "Are you are about zis, you really think you are ready?"
The Canadian gave a soft smile and raised his hand to the Frenchman's cheek and rubbed his thumb over the soft flesh, "Please... I really do want this..." Francis' expression softened as he pressed his large hand over Matthieu's smaller one and lowered his lips to softly brush over soft pink ones. The kiss started out slow and soft, but slowly it began to progress into a deep passionate one. Tongues danced as the kiss went on, finally the two parted and trail of saliva was all that connected them. Small fingers twirled blonde curls as rough lips danced over the boys exposed jaw and neck. When the older male lightly suckled on Matthieu's neck, a small gasp escaped the Youngers lips and thin fingers pulled Francis closer.
After Francis had kissed every inch of the boy's neck, he slowly worked his way down his clothed chest and snaked his hands under the offending garment. Francis received a small moan as he tweaked Matthieu's nipples, spurred on by the pleasure filled noises that came spilling out of his little Canadian, Francis continued his ministrations. Slowly he pulled the shirt over Matthieu's head and threw the cloth onto the floor. Francis sat on his knees as he drank in the sight of his little Matt laying underneath him, flushed, shirtless, and panting. Lacing his fingers through the boy's dirty blonde hair Francis leaned froward and placed his forehead on Matthieu's. "Your so beautiful," he whispered as he stared deeply into his little Canadians eyes. Reaching up and lacing his fingers through the Frenchman's hair, Matthieu smiled brightly up at the man.
"So are you," he said as he gave the blonde man an Eskimo kiss. Snaking his hands down and under Francis' shirt, Matt pulled it over his head and threw it onto the floor to join his own discarded shirt. Trailing his hands down Francis's chest, the little Canadian whispered into the Frenchman's ear "Please take me...i can't wait any longer,"
Pie-Chan~ HA! and i end the first chapter there =P, REVIEWS OR NO CHAPTER 2!.
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