The morning came quickly, and Matthew was filled with excitement to get out and explore Paris in all of its glory. Francis had already been out by the time Matthew arose from his slumber, to buy the man flowers and breakfast in bed, kissing his lips and whispering 'Happy anniversary' in his native tongue. Matthew blushed and tried to say no, but Francis insisted on spoiling him rotten whilst visiting, and that Matthew didn't have to worry as 'having you in my home is a gift enough'. After this, Francis hurried Matthew into the shower, making sure he wasn't dressed like a tourist, before they set out on a long day of pampering on Matthew's part.
Francis took him to all the sights first, the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame and the Lourve, Matthew practically dragging the Frenchman everywhere with boyish excitement on his face, the older man just smiling and going along with it, letting Matthew babble on and take pictures of almost everything for when he returned home. Francis then treat the Canadian to lunch in a cute little café, and Matthew stuffed himself, before they wandered through the shopping district, the Frenchman buying almost everything the Canadian took an interest in.
"You don't have to do this for me. I like just being with you." Matthew said softly, as Francis bought him the shirt he liked.
"I want to spoil you, it is our one year anniversary and I love you. I just sold another painting as well, so we have more to celebrate."
"Okay, fine…. And I love you too."
After dinner, Francis and Matthew lay on the bed, kissing softly as Paris still bustled below them. Matthew has his hands resting on the Frenchman's hips, who hovered above him, whilst Francis had one hand in the Strawberry blond hair of his lover, the other one keeping him up. The room was lit by candles, the soft sound of classical music playing. Matthew's glasses had been pushed to the end of his nose, causing a bit of discomfort but said nothing, enjoying this moment far too much. Especially now the kiss was turn a bit more homely, Francis's tongue enjoying the warmth of Mattie's against his. However when Francis pulled away, Matthew couldn't help but make a small whimper of despair.
"Are you really sure you want to do this? Because God Matthieu, you are so handsome I cannot keep myself away from your lips, your hair, and your body. But if you want to stop, I will pull myself away."
"What made you think I wanted to stop? Francis please, I want to do this. Right now." Matthew pulled his glasses off, placing them down on the bedside table before pulling off his hoodie, a tank top on underneath showing off the muscle he had gained from playing ice hockey for many years. Francis couldn't help but reach over as trace the muscles with his hand, making Matthew smile softly. "Please, all I've thought about for the last two months is being in your bed… being with you."
"Okay, just making sure I have full consent. After this there is no going back, I mean, you're not in heat so we won't be bonded, but this is a big deal."
"Of course you have complete consent you dumb butt!" Francis laughed, pinning Matthew down, holding the Canadians arms above his head as they kissed, both of them laughing under the kisses, before Francis let go of Matthew's arms, kissing and nipping at the teens neck, his hands trailing down Matthew's torso, before sliding down to reach into his trousers, when Matthew gasped and pushed him away, going bright red.
"If you need a moment, I can keep my hands to myself."
"No… It's not that… Remember, a few weeks ago w-we were talking about kinks?"
"Very well; I am still surprised that you have none."
"You know you said you had a thing… for guys in girls' underwear…. Do you still enjoy that?" Francis was now sat up right, a surprised look in his eyes but a smile on his face. Matthew went red again, covering his face.
"Mattie, ma chérie you didn't have to do that for me if you are uncomfortable."
"They're surprisingly comfy… I've been wearing them all day."
"Do you want to change? I would love to see you in them, but if you do not want this then you can change in the bathroom. I'll get more wine and we can leave this for later on." Matthew shook his head, sliding off of the bed to stand in front of his boyfriend, smiling shyly. "Ma chérie, you don't have to just of me."
"It is something you enjoy… and I love you Francis. I want to turn you on and make you happy. I really do." Matthew pulled his shirt off, peeling off his socks before slowly unbuttoning his jeans, letting them fall to the floor before kicking them away, standing in front of Francis in nothing but white laced knickers with matching suspender belt, which was attached to thigh high stockings, looking a little sheepish.
"My… Matthew, mon ange." Francis dropped to his knees, his hands reaching out to touch Matthew's legs, feeling the soft material.
"D-Do… you like it?" Francis moved closer, kissing Matthew's stomach, down pressing his lips to the helm of the material, before kissing his thighs.
"Matthieu… you are beautiful. So beautiful. I have to document such beauty." Francis leapt up to grab his big camera, holding it up.
"No. This is embarrassing I bet I look stupid…."
"Matthieu, you have sent me pictures of you in much less. Pictures I adore. And right now, you are like an angel. Would you like to wear my shirt as well?" Matthew nodded, and Francis wrapped him in a white shirt that he had worn a few days earlier, before snapping a few pictures of his lover. "For me to remember this when you go home."
"Don't…. Let's just pretend I'm not going home. Not yet." Francis nodded, placing the camera down and taking Matthew in his arms again, noticing tears well in his eyes. "I don't want to go home… I want to stay here and live like this, I don't want to go to college on a hockey scholarship, dad keeps pushing it but he never comes to my games and I want to be with you. See you in person every day. Live a happy bohemian lifestyle."
"Shh. You're father just wants what is best. You still have a few months of High School to finish. And if I get this commission, I will pay for you to come back and stay an entire month, I promise you Mattie. And I will try to visit your home when you've settled into college."
"I don't want to go to college…."
"Matthew, I won't let you not go to college. It is your future."
"But I don't want to be a professional Hockey player like Dad and Coach want me to be! I want to study Zoology and look after animals. I'm really good at science, I have the grades I can study it." Francis held him tighter, pressing a kiss to the top of the Canadian's head. "Dad would never let me study it, too girly… He already hates the idea of me being with you, he thinks I'm here on a school trip. Mom would have been accepting…."
"Mattie do not upset yourself over him. This is our night, in the morning we will talk about it more. Come back to the bed, let's not allow him to spoil our first time." He took Matthew's hands in his, leading him back over to the bed. "Our night, not your father, or Alfred or the step-monster is going to ruin this." Matthew giggled, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend to kiss him softly. Francis let the chaste kiss linger, before placing his head in the crook of Matthew's neck, as the Canadian pulled his hair free from its ponytail. "I love you Matthieu."
"I love you too. Are we going to fuck or cuddle?"
"Fuck. Definitely fuck." Francis pushed Matthew down on the bed playfully, before pulling his t-shirt off and leaning over Matthew to kiss him with such need and love. "Mm, Mattie, keep the stockings on all night."
"They're attached to the underwear….." Francis frowned, his fingers tracing the soft material of the stockings before sighing, kissing his Canadian lover again before stripping him bare, smiling at the blush on his cheeks.
"From head to toe Matthieu, you are so perfect."
"Stop being so corny and let me see you. Head to toe." They both laughed, Francis dropping his trousers to stand naked in front of his boyfriend. "Oh god…. Wait, you haven't been wearing underwear all day?"
"What can I say? I'm French." Mattie just laughed again, standing up to embrace and kiss Francis, letting out soft cries as they did, pushing the Frenchman back to sit on the bed, before dropping to his knees, kissing the Frenchman's member softly, making Francis moan. "Mattie, you don't."
"Francis I swear if you say that again, I will go back home!" Francis laughed, running his fingers through Matthew's hair. "Sorry, you needed to be yelled at. I want to. So shh, please." Francis just nodded, leaning back a little to make himself more comfortable. Mattie nodded back, continuing to kiss Francis semi-erected cock and inner thigh. Francis let out breathy moans and sighs as Matthew pressed a soft kiss to the head of his cock, before placing half in his mouth. He licked it cautiously before beginning to suck when Francis cried out louder than before. Trying to recall what he had learnt on Pornhub, Francis buried his fingers in the Canadian's soft hair, guiding his head to bob faster, which also caused Matthew to gag on the 8 inch cock.
"Oh Matthieu, Je suis désolé, you're just… fuck Matthieu."
"It's okay…" Matthew blushed timidly, and Francis pulled him up onto the bed, laying him down with his head on the pillows.
"I have an idea." Kissing the Canadian, he spun around, swung a leg over the younger man's head, and pushed his hips down so Matthew could continue what he was doing. Hovering over Matthew's cock, he pressed kissed on the base, making Matthew moan loudly, gripping Francis by the hips before placing his member back in his mouth, sucking with more enthusiasm. Francis smiled and moaned, before returning the favour.
It did not take long for Matthew to be forced to pull away from the older man's cock to moan out at the growing sensation in his stomach, letting out soft cried that Francis was familiar with, moving away as the Canadian sprang his load, breathing heavily.
"S-sorry…." Francis turned around to hover over Matthew, his nose touching Matthew's. "I-I didn't mean to cum so fast…." Francis smiled, rubbing his nose softly against the Canadian's, who giggled and nuzzled into Francis, still coming down from his orgasm.
"You're not used to someone else stimulating you. In my first time, I came within 5 minutes of foreplay." Matthew let out a giggle, lazily putting his arms around Francis. "And I plan to make you orgasm many times tonight." Matthew dragged Francis down to kiss him, a sloppy messy kiss but was filled with need. "Fuck Mattie…." Francis took the Canadian's limp member in his hand, caressing it as he attacked his lover's lips with his own, grinning as Matthew whimpered and groaned for more.
"Francis…. Oh god…" Matthew let his head fall back, as Francis continued to pump his cock hard again, kissing and biting the younger man's neck. "Ow…. Ahh!"
"Fuck Mattie, fuck you're so beautiful."
"You swear a lot in sex….." They both laughed, kissing each other softly before Francis got up and the Canadian wined. "Francis… come back."
"I am getting the lube and condom."
"Y-you don't need to use the condom…. I know we're both clean… right?" Matthew's voice became stern at the end of that, and it made Francis laugh and be slightly concerned. "Right?" Matthew sounded weaker now, and Francis new he was afraid he had cheated on him. One of Francis's 'friends' had sent Matthew a message early on in their relationship that he was a serial cheat (which was true, in his teens) and it had frightened Matthew who had been cheated on.
"I have been celibate since I first saw you're profile picture. I am clean. It is up to you, if you do not wish to use a condom that is fine, but Matthew you can get pregnant out of heat. I love you, but I live hundreds of miles away, we can't bring up a child like that." Matthew completely forgot about that.
"Oh… yeah. Sorry." Francis pulled out his bottle of lube and a condom, walking back over to set them down on the side, pulling the Canadian into his arms again for a romantic, loving hug. Matthew hooked his arms under Francis's, resting his palms on the Frenchman's broad back, nestling in his strong arms. "I wouldn't mind being bonded to you Francis… I want you to be my Alpha."
"I want you to be my Omega, my darling, but not right now…"
"If I got pregnant, I'd move here. I'd stay at home and look after your child." Francis pulled away to kiss Matthew between the eyes, caressing his hair. "I want that. I want to be yours."
"I want that too…. But I want you to have a good education so you aren't forced to settle down. You're 19 Mattie, I don't want you tied down at that age. Not to someone you have to plan months in advance to see."
"Y-You don't want to bond with me?"
"What, of course I do just…. Not now. One day yes. When you're studies are done, then I will bond with you." Those words didn't help soothe the sobs escaping Matthew. "Matthieu…. My darling don't cry…"
"But what about what I want? Francis I want to live here. I want to have your children. I hate living in America. I hate it there I have no friends, my family hates me for being an Omega, I'm practically invisible and my relatives in Canada won't talk to me. You're the only person that wants me. I want to be your Omega, I want to be the mother of your children that is all I want. I'm not too young to decide this." Francis held Matthew tightly, closing his eyes to think. Yes, he did want Matthew as his own but he had always said he would wait until the boy was 21. But Matthew was begging him, and he knew home life was hard for him.
"I… I'll come back with you. I'll ask your father's permission and when you go into heat, I will make you mine. We'll have a proper ceremony afterwards." Matthew pulled away to grin at Francis, pure joy on his face, which made Francis's heart swell.
"Really!? Really, you mean it!?"
"I mean it. Let's be safe tonight though, I don't want to take you home pregnant." Matthew nodded, pulling Francis back on top of him, kissing Francis but not taking control. "You're such a good little Omega Mattie. My little Omega, I need you to spread your legs to fit me, okay?" Matthew did as he was told, waiting as Francis to smear lube into his fingers. "This is going to feel."
"I've fingered myself before Francis…." Francis stared at his lover, before covering him in kisses as he placed two fingers gently inside the Canadian. Matthew let out a soft moan, arching his back as he held onto the Frenchman. "Ah… feels so much better when you do it…." Francis pressed a kiss to Matthew's neck as he began to stretch out the Canadian, who cried and moaned underneath him; softly at first but as Francis added another finger, his cries grew in volume. "Francis… oh Francis ahh please… please I want you…"
"I know, not long. I don't want to hurt you mon cher." Matthew wriggled in some form of protest, but suddenly went still, his eyes wide and his back arched, before moaning loudly. "Is this your sweet spot Matthieu? Right here?" Francis pressed lightly to the soft tissue, making Matthew scream out again.
"Francis! Oh god please, please I need you… fuck me please." Francis pulled out quickly, fumbling to get the condom on before pressing his cock to the Canadian's ass, smiling. "Please…. Hurry please…"Francis kissed Matthew softly as he pushed in, the Canadian crying out as he wrapped his arms and legs around the Frenchman's frame. "Ahh… hurts…"
"I know my sweet, god Matthew you feel so good…. It won't hurt in a moment. I promise you."
"Y-you're so much bigger than…."
"Then what?"
"T-The dildo I-I've been using at home….." Francis chuckled, kissing Matthew's cheek and neck, before pressing his forehead against the Canadian's, before moving his hips slightly. "Ahh… Francis….. Oh god, oh…" Francis half pulled out of his lover, before pushing slowly back in, making Matthew tremble. "More… Please more…"
"I won't be able to hold back once I start my darling, are you sure?"
"Y-Yeah… Fuck me Francis. I want to be yours." Francis nodded, beginning a steady rhythm of thrusts, Matthew holding onto him tightly as he did, pushing back with as much need as the Frenchman gave him. Francis bite Matthew's bottom lip as they kissed, increasing the tempo with every movement. Matthew kissed back, letting Francis have complete dominance over him, and only thinking about how perfect this was.
"Mattie… fuck fuck Matthieu." Matthew's back arched, as Francis held him up, placing the younger man in his lap as he continued to push up into him, Matthew screaming now in pure pleasure, lifting his hips in time with the Frenchman. He didn't need to think about it like when he fucked himself with the dildo, everything came so naturally to the Canadian, whose fingers were now wrapped his Francis's hair. "Matthieu… ah such a good omega…"
"Only for you… ah Francis! Only like this for you…." Francis bite Matthew's throat, before kissing over the mark he made. Matthew let out another cry, meaning Francis was hitting his prostate, and Francis flipped them so Matthew bounced about him, Francis watching and pushed back on the same spot. "Ah ah ah ah!" Matthew knew he was about to come, and tried his hardest to not.
"My beautiful Matthieu, you can come if you want, fuck… I-I'm close to mon cher." Francis reached over to pump the younger man's cock as he bounced, feeling the muscles tense around him. "Matthew…. Mattie, ah you're so good, such a good omega."
"F-Francis… Francis I…. I Ahh!" Matthew couldn't hold it in, and ended up hitting the headboard with his cum. Francis pushed into the throbbing Canadian a few more times before cumming, crying out 'Matthew' as he did. As the two came down from their orgasms, they burst into a fit of giggles at how far the Canadian's load had gone.
"You were…. Incroyable, merveilleux, amazing Matthew." Matthew nodded, trying to get his words together. "Let's get you off me, and down here." Francis lifted Matthew off his cock, who groaned at the loss before cuddling next to his lover. "You sure you are not a virgin?"
"I'm not now." They both chuckled again, as Francis kissed Matthew softly. "I love you Francis Bonnefoy."
"I love you too Matthew Williams."
"Would I take your last name when we bonded?"
"We could double barrel it."
"Matthew Williams-Bonnefoy…. Matthew Bonnefoy. Francis and Matthew Bonnefoy." Matthew smiled up at the Frenchman.
"That sounds… perfect. Perfect. Matthew Bonnefoy." Matthew giggled, as Francis sat up. "Would you like a cup of coffee, Mr Bonnefoy?"
"Yes I would, Mr Bonnefoy. But isn't it a bit late to drink coffee?"
"Well, Mr Bonnefoy," Matthew laughed again, as they climbed out of bed to shove shirts and boxers on. "We're going to be up all night anyway, might as well make sure we're both wide awake." Matthew walked over, placing his hands on Francis's shoulders, grinning at him. Francis could see more confidence in his lover's eyes, as he placed his hands on the younger man's waist.
"What makes you think I want to be up all night?"
"You're screams earlier my love." Matthew laughed, kissing Francis before walking into the kitchen. Francis turned at watched him, smiling to himself. He was finding it hard to hide his excitement of Matthew coming to live with him, being able to come home from his studio to Matthew cooking, curling on the sofa every night. Having the 3 children he had wanted, running around a bigger house on the outskirts of the city.
"Francis, which coffee to I use?" He snapped out of his daydream to smile at Matthew, walking over to kiss Matthew's cheek, wrapping an arm around his waist. "Milk, three sugars then we can get back to it."