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Past-Part Fills Part Seven

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Wit Of The Staircase 113/?

[(Anonymous)]

I should note in this part there's rimming, though rimming with a barrier (as in, not skin to skin contact. Safe rimming, basically.)

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It'd been hard not to join Matthieu in the shower, help him soap down, but he wanted to wait for the main event, if you will. He could always have shower sex, but it wasn't every day he got to fuck a barista.

Matthieu's hair was still damp. He stepped out wearing nothing but the green striped smock, as shy as when Francis had first met him. His walked quite slowly, but that was because his glasses were still off. Finally he sat on the bed, feeling over the duvet.

"So...er, what now?" Matthieu said.

"Get on your hands and knees, and put that pretty derriere up where I can properly appreciate it," Francis said.

Matthieu complied, his face flushed again.

"Does this make you uncomfortable, Matthieu?"

"Mmm, more like...nervous. It's something I haven't done yet. Jeez, it's like I'm a virgin again with pre-sex jitters," Matthieu said.

"You sound so jaded. You were a virgin none too long ago," Francis said.

"Well, it was...very thoroughly taken," Matthieu said. "And considering the amount of times we've been together...it feels longer."

"Indeed it does," Francis said. He squeezed Matthieu's firm ass, loving the feel of him. Francis leaned down and softly nipped at him. Matthieu tensed.

"You–You've never done that before," Matthieu said.

"You have to know someone a while before you bite their derriere," Francis said.

"Well, I'd s-say," Matthieu said. He shuddered a bit.

"Does that bother you, Matthieu? Sometimes I just can't help myself. I grope, I nip..." he squeezed Matthieu's derriere again.

"Nooope. You have, ah, all the butt biting rights you want. As long as you don't bite too hard, or...you know," Matthieu said.

"Of course not," Francis said.

He traced the line of Matthieu's spine, so well revealed like this, and so beautiful. Matthieu shivered even more. He was so sensitive, so eager...it only made the act that much more enjoyable.

"I feel so exposed like this....and it's weird, considering how many public places we've been together," Matthieu said.

"It's like I get to deflower you all over again," Francis said smugly.

He blew warm air across Matthieu's hole, taking great pleasure in the way Matthieu shivered with unexpected—to him–pleasure. This should be interesting, he thought.

Francis leaned back to pull out a cherry-flavored condom. Usually he'd be taking great care not the hurt the condom, but this time he cut the packaging and rolled it out only to cut a line down the side. He applied a little lube to the back of the condom, and pressed it up.

"Ooh, that's cold," Matthieu said.

"Don't worry, it'll warm up soon enough," Francis said.

With one hand, he kept the condom barrier in place. At the first hint of the pressure of his tongue, Matthieu began to squirm. Francis reached around to start jerking him off, to increase the intensity even more. The taste of rubber was unpleasant–though it could be worse, sickeningly sweet lube or other unsavory possibilities–but he'd take it for hours if he could get Matthieu to moan like that again. Matthieu clutched at the sheets as Francis traced his tongue in a circle about his hole, teasing towards dipping inside.

His hand was gripped gently around Matthieu's cock, kept in pace as well as possible. He was making the shape of letters with his tongue. An L, to the sound of Matthieu's breaths, an apostrophe, an a, that as he crossed over, dipping to stretch the rubber and slip his tongue inside.
This produced a particularly lovely moan and gasp, which only urged Francis on. With his tongue he spelled out the shape of an m, the circling around of the rim for the o. Matthieu's cock had begun to twitch slightly, throbbing beneath his touch. He finished with an r, taking his time beyond the rubber fake cherry taste, the heat of Matthieu's skin under his fingertips.