He takes a sip of his wine-Chardonnay, light, sweet, and fun, just like the smirk on his face as he looks up from under beautiful eyelids that hide the tops of cerulean eyes that seem to glint with mischievous intentions.
You take a gulp as that sultry voice of his only intensifies the warm blush on your cheeks. "What an...interesting question, ma cherie." He purrs-very much like a cat that just swallowed the canary and knows he got away with it. "You want to know what kind of lovers I prefer?" You nod slowly, your entire attention captured by the beautiful man who has given his entire attention to you. "Would you rasser start wiss 'ow I like to top or 'ow I like to bottom?"
Your cheeks turn a darker shade of red and you manage to squeak out one word, the wine glass in your own hand trembling. "T-Top." You put it down to focus on taking notes as the Frenchman's smirk widens.
"Oui, oui. Well, I like two kinds of bottoms, ma cherie. When I'm in a rasser feisty mood, I like to 'ave to fight to get my satisfaction, so I'll prey on tsun-tsun types, like mon petit Angleterre. Of course, sometimes 'e can put up /too/ much of a fight and I end up getting pounded into a wall." He chuckles nervously and takes another sip of his wine. You jot this down, nibbling at your bottom lip in concentration before looking up at him to continue. "And ze second type is when I feel rasser predatory, I want somessing easy, I want somessing to destroy, so I will go after innocent little bottoms, usually virgins since it is rare for someone to be innocent when zey 'ave already made love before, hoho~ Of course, ze exception to zis rule in Espagne, 'e is so adorable and clueless and always quite satisfying in bed." The Frenchman licks his lips and his gaze turns unnecessarily lusty as you shrink back from the stare. You cough lightly and look down at your notepad to add the new information and avoid being caught up by irresistable blue eyes that seem to bore into every kind of desire you had entertained for even one second.
The Frenchman was atop of you, licking his lips as he observed your nude form and he began to press his lips to your neck. You give a shiver as those smooth, warm lips trail down to-
He gives a light cough as you snap back to the reality of the man who is still clothed on the couch, taking a sip of his wine and raising an eyebrow. "Shall we move onto 'ow I like to be topped now?" You flush and stammer out some kind of confirmation as he looks up, thinking. "I do like to be taken roughly occasionally-which is ze only reason Arssur can catch me off guard and bend me over ze coffee table and..." Your eyes are as big as saucers as he cuts off and shakes his head with a quiet snicker. "And I also like to be taken carefully, wiss great precision and order. Which is why I 'ave let Allemagne conquer ze Eiffel Tower more zan once." He winks and you turn a faint red, mind zoning out into another wild fantasy.
He squirmed and struggled under you as you tweaked a nipple, his arms yanking down on the chains that keep him in place beneath you. You ground your hips into him and he gave a long moan, rambling in French, begging for you to-
He coughs again, eyes sparkling with amusement as you stop imagining naughty things and focus on him again. "Any osser questions, ma cherie, or per'aps you would like...a demonstration?" You blush violently and drop your head to avoid answering the question, and he stands up and slowly closes in on you. "Let's see what kind of lover you are, shall we?"