My French Lover

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James Jones was in complete bliss. He was originally from the city that never sleeps, New York, New York. He was in his third year of college, and he had won the right to study abroad for a semester and a summer in scenic Paris. Having always wanted to go, he flew there, and he quickly settled down in his dorm. He wasn't living in his dorm for long though, because he soon met up with another guy, and the two were quick to fall in love. After finding out that James was living in the dorms, he instead invited James to come live with him for the semester in his townhouse apartment. James had accepted and the rest was history.

Now, it was early morning. James rested on his pillow, his arms wrapped around the naked torso of his lover his own naked chest pressed against his. James's normally straight brown hair was a mess, and his brown eyes were barely open. He was completely nude under the warm sheets, his moderate build matching up perfectly against his lovers. James had woke up first to enjoy basking in the sunlight coming from the skywindow above them. He felt completely happy, yet he knew one thing that would make it better. Having a sneaky smile, he slowly reached down to gently fondle his lover's rear, feeling it still a bit sore from the lovemaking they had made the previous night. "Good morning beautiful," He gently whispered in his lover's ear, bringing his face inches from the beauty that was his beloved's.

[Minerals]

Ah, Paris. The city of love. Romance. Rich, sweet, smouldering emotion. An emotion that ran deep in his veins. Laurent Michel fluttered lazy blond lashes as he shifted, snuggling closely against his lover. One fair palm flexed against his torso, and the French male basked where he was, slyly appreciating every curve and hard corner of his lover's body from the edge of sleepy fair eyes. He smiled contently, embracing the way his thin and long model's build melded perfectly with his James', his darling American dreamboat; his lovely classmate and boyfriend that sated his heart with love and security. Whom he cared for very, very deeply. Laurent slowly melted in the man's arms and gave a murmuring purr, shifting only mildly as the wandering hands caressed the pleasant ache in his rear. What a night they had.

"Mn.."

Awakening, the blond twisted gingerly and gave light mumbles, tilting his head to kiss him slowly on the mouth. It was his inspiration when rising from sleep. Crystal eyes glimmered with mischief, Laurent gently licking the taste of morning mindfully and unbothered from wet, rosy lips. "Good morning, mon chou." He lilted, his heavy accent thickening carefully whispered words. Laurent wrapped his arms around him, tugging him closer. His smile was soft and full of love; one finger tracing the dips of his chest. “I trust you.. slept well?” Sweetly the male shuffled forwards, lips curving into something rather teasing, "You woke me earlier than yesterday mignon. How daring of you."

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James wasn't surprised at all by Laurent's kiss, it had become a morning tradition. The day just didn't seem to start right if he didn't have his morning kiss. Wrapping his arms, he embraced him in a gently lip lock, before pulling away. He then smiled when Laurent pulled him right back, and moaned feeling Laurent's finger gently tracing his chest. He smiled at the cute almost pout like look on Laurent's face, as though he was daring him to pounce on him here and now. He smiled, and gently licked his own lips, eyeing Laurent carefully, as though he was carefully planning his next move. In reality, he wanted to come up with a way to tease him right back, but James never felt like he stood a chance. Laurent just didn't play fair with those curves and that sexy French accent.

Giving a moan of mock-defeat, he leaned in and gently kissed Laurent's left cheek. "Daring indeed," He said slowly, eyeing him carefully. "If you must know, I woke you up early for a reason. We have class in two hours, and after last night, you and I both know that you won't be walking nor sitting comfortably. Well, I was thinking that you might want a chance to return the favor to me, especially after I was so naughty with you last night." He then gave him a sexy wink, before leaning in and kissing his right cheek now. "I'm thinking that I might need to be punished for being so naughty last night, and I'm hoping you'd be the one willing to implement it," He suggested giving him a sly wink. "Though, I'm wondering which one of us actually was naughtier. The one who gives, or the one who takes," He stretched out the word "takes" trying to make sure that Laurent got the other meaning behind it.

[Minerals]

Laurent mewled happily at the kiss and gazed at him through heavily lidded eyes. He knew it was only best to be woken up at this time– especially after such vivacious night-time endeavours– and they did both have their lectures to attend, and he a photoshoot later on due to his part-time career, but the twenty one year old still enjoyed putting up a little fuss for the sake of doing so.

He was very open about voicing his opinion.

"I suppose," Laurent mused, pale eyes still glimmering mischievously, and he shimmeyed out of the covers, his delectable frame slipping from creme sheets with ease. His thin hand pressed against James' chest as he did so, and the man manuevered till one long and lithe leg hooked around both of his, climbing on top of him and skillfully straddling a healthy waist without a single bat of fair lashes. Laurent curled against his lover with a soft smirk, and he knelt down, kissing his bare neck and shining it with the tip of his tongue, softly cleaning red hickeys from the night before. He rubbed against him wantonly. "But of course you'll be punished.." The male whispered as if it had been planned from the start. Blues glimmered with desiring sheen. "Naughty petits garçons don't deserve anything else." Laurent gently held his love's thigh and smirked, tracing the naked skin and sending light shivering goosebumps up flesh. "Oui, I shall take very good care of you."

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He was a bit surprised when Laurent moved acoross his legs and climbed onto his lap. He stared at Laurent, looking him in the eyes, before gasping when he began to kiss his neck again. He moaned quietly, and groaned at being rubbed. "Urg, your such a fucking tease," He whispered to him, before wrapping his arms firmly around Laurent's back, holding him on his lap. He then leaned in, and gave Laurent a firm kiss on the lips, hoping to stop his naughty actions by enjoying a sweet, yet simple kiss. He held his lips their for a minute, enjoying the feel of Laurent's delicious lips, before pulling away for air.

He then smiled and said, "So, your going to teach naughty ol' me a lesson huh? Well class is in session and I'm your star student. Bring it on and teach it to me." He loved the way Laurent fit on his lap. James was a bit taller than Laurent, but when he was like this, they could stare eyes to eyes. His eyes followed Laurent's eyes before looking down for a moment to eye Laurent's member pressed against his chest, before looking back up again. He wondered just how Laurent intended to punish him. When he had suggested it, he had originally thought a spanking was in order, but this, this might be just as fun.

[Minerals]

”Je vais vous faire mouillé et va te faire foutre vous sec.."

Laurent smirked, running his silky hand further down the other's thigh, gripping it tightly, his attention on him. "You'll be very punished by the time I'm finished with you," he assured, before briskly taking hold of his lover's shoulder. Sliding to the covers, he had a firm grip and hauled the man over his lap, changing their positions once more. This time in exactly the way his chou had expected. The young blond chuckled richly, enjoying this moment of dominance. He cherished it, his devious pretty little smile widening as he ran a slim hand down James' buttocks. They were firm and absolutely delicious. "Levez-vous," he order, tapping them lightly to get James to lift his hips. He had a small pillow he wanted to stuff under them and make his rear a better target. Laurent was going to make his punishment an excruciatingly long and enjoyable one, and of course that meant getting all the good spots.

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"You know I don't understand a word of that right? I think I recognized I, and you, but that's about it," He said with a gently smile. "But, judging by that look on your face, I have a feeling that it was kinky and dominating." He could only relax and give into Laurent's movements, resting his head on the side of the bed as his bare bottom was exposed and volunerable to Laurent's wrath. He felt like a child over daddy's lap, except Laurent certainly wasn't his dad and he wasn't Laurent's son. After last night, they were something much more than that. Licking his lips, he lifted his hips and let Laurent slide a pillow between them, rather missing the soft feel of Laurent's legs, and the hardness of the cock between them. Sighing, he decided to do one last tease. "Before you start, are you going to come at me with the palm of your hand, or do you wanna play with something harder? If you recall, the paddle I used on you last night is in the drawer next to the bed." He said with a grin, remembering the squeals and moans he got from Laurent the night before. Normally he acted calm and collected, but over his lap he could be a different man.

[Minerals]

Laurent's hand nonchalantly caressed the skin, and he gazed at him with a smile of his own; he knew very well that his companion couldn't understand, hence why he said such filthy things. The pillow raised his hips with darling effectiveness and he marvelled his lover's curvy rear with shameless eyes, knowing it wouldn't be as neutral a colour for long. “Mm.. I know what else is in the drawer next to the bed,” he mused, giggling, and before anything else could be exchanged the lithe adult squeezed out from under the pillow his lover was supported by and sauntered towards said drawer, pale slender fingers anxious to pick out a tool– and his tight rear still bearing slight redness from the night before. He made a show of picking something out, smirking over his shoulder and teasingly swaying thin ankles as he rummaged through. The drawer itself was special and usually kept locked, lined with soft black velvet and containing all their... valued little instruments.

“I think I'll use something of mine on you, mon cher." Laurent teased back. He noticed the paddle from last night and ignored that in favour of a small hairbrush, slipping it out and deviantly tapping it against his hand. He eyed it fondly and twirled it, knowing such a thing might've seemed harmless but could really pack a sting. “Maybe this?” He dared ask but he was already set on using the device; Laurent snatched one more item before hurrying back to the bed, slipping right where he was before. Smiling, he wrapped one arm securely round the other's waist and lifted the other, proceeding to deliver fierce and light slaps with his hand. His lover's naked bottom bounced alluringly and begged him to continue, which Laurent did, giving him a faithful tanning. “I'm nice so I'll warm your bottom up first," he informed pleasantly.

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James's eyes grew wide as Laurent slipped out from under him and he went to the dresser. He couldn't take his eyes off Laurent's perfect ass and his curves. He absolutely loved that pink color he had gotten on Laurent's ass, even despite the fact that he knew he'd be getting some all his own in a little bit. Licking his lips, he continued to stare, and let out a small sigh when Laurent moved and he no longer had nearly as clear a view. He seemed to purr as he imagined that wonderful image of Laurent over his lap, squirming and begging for him to stop in French. He finally did, but only to then go on and have some fun with the tight hole that Laurent's wonderful ass hides. He had really enjoyed himself that night, and he looked forward to it again.

He eyed the hairbrush nervously, knowing that it was a bit slender then the paddle, and rather thicker so it could deliver a much more stinging assault. A little nervous, but he braced himself. "That could be fun," He said with a nervous grin. "Though it'll be hard to top that paddle from before. You sure seemed to enjoy it last night," He said with a small laugh as Laurent moved back towards him. He swore he could have spotted something else in Laurent's hand, but he could tell that the French boy was doing all he could to prevent him from seeing what it was. Thinking that it was probably a dirty little surprise, he could only chuckle warmly a Laurent moved under him. Feeling himself being propped up, he braced himself before letting out a squeal in surprise at the first spank. He blinked his eyes, that seemed much lighter than he had expected. He blushed as Laurent continued to swat his ass with his hands, unsure what he was doing, before Laurent finally explained himself. "Such a good boyfriend," He said with a grin. "Warming me up before spanking me raw. You want me to keep count during the actual spanking?"

[Minerals]

Laurent dauntingly continued the warm up with a firm hand, smiling over at him with light eyes and very much focused on the task at hand. Crisp sounds filled the air, the skin beneath his palm turning light, irritated hues of pink as it received his utmost attention. He was determined to put some sting into that nice ass of his– though not too much of course. Laurent tended to toy with others when playing the dominant role. “Only for you," the blonde lilted, beginning to flick his wrist as he payed special mind to the under-curves of his backside. Laurent didn't want to hurt him of course, which was why he was going to make sure the warm up was very thorough, no matter how light it seemed. Slight as it appeared his hand was sturdy and wouldn't tire easily. He would warm him up well until it was time to really light the fire with his brush.

At the inquiry of whether he should count or not, the French one paused, gently scraping the spanked skin with his manicured nails as he thought on it. Laurent tilted his head intelligently before he picked up the rhythm once more, relentless. "Not this time my love," he informed. His eyelashes bat softly and playfully. "I want that strong voice of yours to focus on the crying and filthy mewing for more; no counts." He'd save that for next time. For now, Laurent only wanted to hear his James' voice as he lost complete composure in their sensuous doing. He wanted him in tears and loving every minute of it. (The young man was an absolute heathen, that much was certain.)