| It was probably lucky that Sadik had left from Algiers rather than Istanbul for France. The trip alone would have been double if he had left from his capital and then with the added carriage ride all the way
to Versailles....it got to the point that Sadik demanded he be let to ride the horse rather than sit in a stupid cramped carriage. He much preferred the feel of the wind while on a horse. Obviously, there was
clear opposition to Sadik's insistence...rather his order to be let out. The French had their own perspective on the Ottomans...something exotic and far from reality. It was a thing that Sadik usually played on
to get what he wanted anyway but at the moment it was hard not to notice the stares whenever they passed through a smaller town. When he finally arrived in Versailles, he was in a semi irritated mood but also
glad that he was finally at his destination and on time....or as decent time as he could get by horse. He brings the horse to a slow trot as he comes upon the large estate of the royal family. Francis said he
would meet him somewhere at the gates and he hoped the man would not leave him waiting.
would normally have allowed himself to make a visitor wait for him to come up to greet them, but in a case like this... he had headed outside immediately when the procession had been spotted, and was already at
the gates when the horses pulled up. He can feel his poor teen heart beating faster when he spots the tall Turk riding easily in the lead of the procession. He had expected the man to be in the carriage so he's
surprised, but tries to quickly hide his nerves. He wanted to impress his alliance, after all! "Bonjour, mes amis!" he greets with a confident smile as he steps
forward to greet them along with his men. "I am pleased to see you have all arrived well."
could never mistake the blond waiting at the gate and he grins as he jumps off the still moving horse landing quite gracefully a good meter in front of the man. The horse having been trained well stops and bows
to Francis before Sadik is walking up to the younger man. "Ha, not making me wait. I'm impressed." He smirks as he steps closer taking Francis hand in his own and moving in to kiss both of his cheeks. He had
been told that was a very French way of greeting. In his Empire it really depended on who you were greeting.
Francis
is
impressed by the smooth way Sadik dismounts, distracted momentarily by the fact the horse also bows to him before his hands are taken. He kisses his cheeks back, only a slight red tint to his cheeks to betray
the crush he would try to hide. "I was informed when the guards spotted your convoy coming," he answers, trying to seem as if it was normal for him to be out here on time. "I trust your journey went well?"
moves to grab the reigns of the horse as his lip curves up. "Is that so? You had a watch. I can tell you were excited for my visit." He teases as he gently caresses his horses mane. "The journey was long but it
could have been longer if I left from Istanbul instead of Algiers."
flushes slightly worse at the teasing, hesitating a bit before denying it. "It's a palace! There's always a guard," he answers, though nodding at the second comment. "It's a shame our countries are so far
apart. It'd be nice if these visits could happen more often," he smiles. "If you want to, we are allowed to take a tour around the palace, unless you would prefer to rest up from your trip first?" he asks. The
men Ottoman had brought with him would be staying at the embassy, but Francis himself hoped Sadik would be interested in staying at his own private flat within the city.
gazes down the long path towards the Versaille estate and he smiles. "I wouldn't say no to a visit inside your palace." That smile turns into a grin. "Let me just tell my men that they can head off to Paris." -
turns around and without wasting a breath he explains the situation and the men seem to understand before they're turning things around and heading off. "Who do I give my horse to for care?" He asks as he waits
for Francis to lead him forward.
nods, allowing Sadik to address his men and turning to his own attendant in the meantime. When Sadik turns back to him with that question, the other man is already stepping forward and offering his hand out
for the reins. "Jean here will take your horse to the stables here, and he will care for him until you wish to leave," he offers, stepping forward to lead Sadik into the palace grounds, excited
to show off his beautiful palace.
eyes Jean for a second before he's passing the reins to the man. He would know if his horse wasn't being treated well. He watches both Jean and his horse head in a different direction before Sadik is following
Francis through the palace grounds. He hums in approval at the beauty of the entire place. "So far I'm impressed. I'm curious to see the inside."
would promise that his horse would be well cared for. He becomes a bit of a tour guide as he leads Sadik around, glancing back to him now and then to make sure the man was enjoying it. He smiles and nods at the
compliment and comment, turning them to steer towards inside. "The inside is even more beautiful! Only the best for the royal family," he nods, leading him happily to tour the palace itself.
Sadik
was
always fond of a large garden seeing as he was a flower enthusiast himself. He studies things carefully when he gets a chance but his eyes are mostly on Francis. He was a very beautiful flower, one that was
ready for the picking but he keeps that to himself as he starts to follow a little closer making sure to accidentally press closer or the skim arms before he's gently wrapping an arm around him to divert his
attention to something he knew about but wanted an excuse to pull him close. In these instances he leans down to ask the question close to Francis ear before he pulls back and lets him take over the tour once
again. "The royal family should have the best." He agrees with an almost seductive smirk.
Francis
is
doing his best to be professional, hearing the advice of his other European friends warning him to not pursue Ottoman at the back of his mind... but every time their arms brush, and especially when Sadik
drapes his arm around him like that, he can't help the red that his cheeks turn; especially as the voice near his ear causes a shiver down his spine. He manages to stammer only a little when he answers the
question, more focused on the closeness, the way Sadik smelled like spice and sunlight. He clears his throat to try and reset himself as the other pulls back, nodding again in agreement as they step inside the
large building. Francis distracts himself from inappropriate thoughts by starting to talk about the history of the building- how it was relatively new, how it had been built up from what was originally a small
cabin, how many people now lived here. He pauses in his thoughts as they walk, before adding on; "There's a place for nations to stay here as well, if you prefer the bustle of court life," he offers.
"Otherwise, You are welcome at the embassy, of course, or... or if you prefer to be close to the city, you are welcome to stay at my private flat within Paris," he offers, having only hesitated
slightly. Scotland had been none too pleased when he had mentioned how he hoped Sadik would stay with him.
Sadik
was
already having fun seeing how much he could get away with the Frenchman. He knew the man's reputation as the nation of love and he was certainly aware of the feelings of the other European nations towards him -
It had been really easy to decipher especially for a perceptive nation like Sadik. He lets out a small hum as Francis lists off places he would be allowed to stay. He knew exactly what he wanted and he
certainly wouldn't detract from his goal. Francis was his prize and he wanted to make him sing every night he was in France. He lets the offer hang in the air for a little bit as he occupies himself with a
statue of a naked man and then a naked woman. He quite liked this game a lot and he knew that if any of the other nations found out, it would drive them insane. He turns around to regard Francis as a wicked
smirk graces his lips, it was really his trademark look and something he couldn't help. "I've always been one for the city. I have a place in Istanbul that I prefer to stay at as well. I like the privacy." At
the word privacy his gaze fixes on Francis and more specifically Francis' lips. It was difficult to tell with his mask on but he was sure Francis could figure it out. "Your flat seems perfect."
looks up to the statue when they pause in front of it, though glancing at Sadik quietly with the moment of quiet, heart in his throat. It was a mystery to Francis as to why he felt like this towards
the Ottoman...he had had plenty of previous experience, he was the nation of love after all! And yet here he was, blushing like a virgin just from a sly touch or from standing too close to the other. It puzzled
him, and yet he couldn't help himself. With Sadik's answer he can feel his heart skip a beat, and then beat faster as he smirks down at him. Despite the fact he couldn't see the other's eyes, he could feel his
gaze on him, and his licks his lips subconsciously under the scrutiny. "Ah, excellent," he answers with a smile, trying to ignore how much more excitedly nervous he suddenly felt with that
confirmation. "That will make it easier to show you around the city as well, after all."
highly doubted that they would be seeing much of the city at least for the first couple of days. "Much easier." He agrees as he lets Francis continue with the tour.
nods in agreement, quickly mentioning a little bit about the statue they were in front of (since Sadik had seemed interested) before leading him away to continue showing off the palace. He's a little less
nervous in one way, but simultaneously a little more as he can't help but have his mind wander to the fact Sadik would be be in his private home for the rest of the visit.
nods lightly at all the information before he stops them. "I think I've had enough of the palace. I'm more interested in tasting your food. If I'm pleased then I know I've made the right choice in striking an
alliance with you. I would like to be impressed." He says the last part perhaps a little to huskily.
blinks as he's stopped again, looking up to him curiously. "Ah, oui!" he answers, turning to him with a grin. "Don't worry, French food is among the best in the world!" he boasts, already knowing where he
wanted to take Sadik out for dinner- the King's favourite restaurant overlooking the Notre-Dame would be the best first impression, he hoped.
's lip quirks up in a half smirk. "So I've heard. " He says but he wasn't only talking about food at this point. "I can ride us into Paris on my horse if necessary."
Francis
is
always certain in his food, so at least his confidence can shine through a little now. "Do you not prefer carriages?" he asks curiously. "We can ride on your horse if you prefer... otherwise, he could stay
here in the care of the King's men.." Francis had definitely grown more used to being chauffeured around.
Sadik
is
glad that Francis is certain in his food. It shows that Francis knows what good cuisine is and Sadik definitely appreciates that. "I prefer riding myself but I doubt your flat has a stable for the horses in
which case your carriage ride might be the better option." He hums. "Shame, we could have ridden together, I do like riding close to my friends."
nods in agreement. "There's a stable nearby, but he would be in better hands here," he answers, cheeks flushing slightly at the suggestion. "Well... if you want to, we could always go for a ride in the
countryside at some later point?" He suggests, the thought of clinging to Sadik while they rode rather appealing... though he had his own horse to ride if he had misread.
's lip curves. "Then we ride at a later date. Shall we in that case." He says as he motions for Francis to lead them out of the palace so they could head towards Paris. "I'm quite curious about visiting Paris."
smiles wider, turning to lead the way out to the front of the palace again. "Paris is a beautiful city! I promise you will like it," he replies, hoping he was right about that. He pauses when they reach the
front of the palace, pausing to request an attendant to go and fetch the carriage for them before leading Sadik back outside. "Perhaps soon I will be able to come visit your cities as well," he smiles.
does a one over of Francis when he says he hopes Sadik will like Paris. "Oh, I'm quite certain I will like. You're always invited to my cities. I'm more than happy to give you a tour." He follows Francis out.
nods, smiling a bit more as they pause at the front to wait for the carriage. "I look forward to it, the things my citizens bring back when they visit are so beautiful," he praises.
moves to lean on a pillar near the staircase. "What do they bring back?" He asks enjoying the view of Francis from here much better. He could take in the entirety of the man.
can feel Sadik's eyes on him again, and he fidgets a little under his watch in embarrassment. "Well like.. clothes, and fabrics... paintings too..."
nods at that his lips curved up in an appreciative smirk. "I should dress you in my clothes. I feel they would look fantastic on you." He pushes himself off of the pillar when the carriage pulls up and a man is
already moving to open the door for them.
flushes a bit at the suggestion, but laughs. "I think your personal clothes might be a wee bit too big for me," he hums, motioning for Sadik to climb in first.
laughs. "I mean't I'd get you fitted in some clothes from my home not that I want you to wear my physical clothes." He settles down opposite of Francis so it would be easy to converse.
laughs as well as he settles into the seat across from him. "I'm just teasing," he excuses... though really the thought of stealing Sadik's robe sounded pretty nice... it would smell like him, after all..
would never say no to finding Francis wrapped in his cloth especially after a good fucking.
would likely do so in the future. For now, he makes pleasant small talk as the carriage starts the journey to Paris, peeking out the window at times to show Sadik the countryside.
glances out when directed and admires the beautiful country side. When they arrive in Paris Sadik spends more time at the window. "Damn, you have a nice city." He comments even though they've seen a little of
the city,.
smiles when Sadik keeps looking out the window to admire his lands and city, sitting up a bit more confidently at the compliment, though laughing a bit. "You haven't even seen much of it yet," he
clarifies. "I'll take you proper sightseeing tomorrow, if you're up to it." It's not much longer before they're into Francis's neighbourhood, pulling up in front of his home on the bank of the Seine.
's lip curves up at that. "Well, I hope to see more soon." He says just before they arrive and he waits for Francis to exit before he's following suite. He does remember to grab his bag just before the carriage
takes off again leaving the two alone in front of Francis' house. Sadik glances up at it and it's clear he appreciates the distinctly European architecture.
climbs out first, holding the door as Sadik gathers himself and climbs out as well. He thanks the driver before moving to unlock the front door to let them inside. "A walk along the Seine is a favourite way
to wake up, for me," he hums- though that waking up usually happened later in the morning than some. He pushes the door open and leads Sadik inside his flat. As classically French the outside had been, the
inside contrasted well. Orientalism was strong in France at the moment, and as such Francis's home was decorated with fabrics and style inspiration from The Ottoman Empire and surrounding areas, though still
laid out with a very European sensibility to it.
steps into Francis house and his lips are curving even higher up at the style within the Frenchman's house. "I have various favourite wake up pass times. I'm sure we can exchange." He says as he sets his things
down in a corner to fully take in the decorations. "If you wanted something more 'oriental', you should have invited me sooner." Sadik says silkily. "Where will I be sleeping?" He's eyeing Francis up almost
challenging him to be bold and invite him to his bed. They had been playing cat and mouse all day.
laughs a bit sheepishly as Sadik obviously notices the decor, cheeks turning pink at the silky comment. "Well I am certainly happy to add you to my collection," he grins. He had busied himself
with hanging his jacket, though he pauses at the question. He wanted to be bold, but his friends warnings had seeded him slightly in doubt. "I've set up the guest room for you, just
through here," he offers, brushing back his hair in embarrassment at the way Sadik was staring at him. He leads Sadik to a well decorated secondary bedroom, not overly large
but a decent size still. "I hope it's to your liking..."
laughs softly as he glances in the direction of the guest room. "I do hope it's across from your room." He says as he steps forward making sure to brush past Francis to pretend to look at something with
interest. "Before we call it a night, I do hope we can enjoy some of your delicious cuisine." He's turning to look at Francis back a well places smirk on his features. "I've been dying to taste you."
"It is," he assures... the apartment wasn't overly large so his was very near. He flushes a bit as Sadik brushes past him, getting a whiff of his scent and a feel for how solid the man's body
was beneath his clothes. He goes to respond, voice catching in his throat in surprise at the last comment and having to cough to clear his throat to hide his embarrassment. "I... y-yes of
course, I have a restaurant I would like to take you to." Professionalism is hard.
's smirk doesn't waver as he hums at his last comment. "Oh good...I do hope you'll make all the culinary decisions. I want to see you in your element~" There was a predatory look in his eyes that was concealed
by his mask but he was going to make sure Francis came to bed with him or he went to bed with him...and he was sure that with a little coaxing he could have the young man mewling under him.
smiles a bit slyly in return. "I do hope that I can excite you," he replies, trying to find his flirtatious groove to banter back with him... damn, usually he was better at that. Francis would
melt like butter to Sadik really, all the other had to do was touch him. "Are you hungry now? Or would you prefer to rest and freshen up a little before we go to dinner?" he asks, kind of hopping
for a chance to splash his own face with cold water.
could tell that Francis was a little flustered. He wore it well and he hid it well too but since Sadik had a lot of experience in...well this department he was quite aware of Francis'...interest. His smirk only
grows and he moves to pull off his mask as he meets Francis gaze. "You don't need hope for that." He hums. "But, I wouldn't be against freshening up."
smiles and straightens up, though he catches Sadik's eye as the other finally takes off the mask and he gets caught in the gaze. Francis could feel his heart skip a beat, blushing as he
tries to not stare. "I.. will give you a moment then, I'd like to change, myself," with that he excuses himself to go be embarrassed elsewhere, informing Sadik first to use the home as his
own and make himself comfortable.
can't help but laugh when Francis makes his escape. He does make himself at home as he takes his time pulling off some of his regalia. He didn't have to be so formal now that they were going out for an
'intimate' dinner. He does wait for Francis on a chair facing the hallway leading towards the man's living space. Sadik looked quite comfortable and perhaps he has loosened his clothes enough that it showcases
a bit of his chest.
cools himself down and changes his suit to something more suiting, pulling his hair back and looking rather distinguished despite his teen stature by the time he comes down. He can't help but let his
eyes roam over the view that greets him, appreciative for sure that he'd get to view this all night. "Sorry to keep you waiting," he apologizes.
had made himself very comfortably on Francis chair. He looked like a Sultan in the Frenchman's abode, it helped that the decor was a little more oriental than European. "I wasn't waiting very long at all." -
Sadik
says
as he gets up after taking in the blond's outfit. "Please, lead the way." He motions for Francis to take the lead because at least this way he can get a good look of the man's ass as they walked to this
restaurant.
appreciates the view greeting him, though it does make him feel a little inadequate in his own home. "Ah good, then allow me," he answers, pulling open the front door to allow his sultan
outside, locking up behind them before leading the way to the restaurant. He felt a little more nervous than he'd like, wanting highly to impress Sadik and prove himself worthy of
his attention. He makes small talk, a little better with his sly flirting now that he had had himself a moment to calm down in private.
hums at the small talk as he keeps pace now that he's stared at Francis ass for a good portion of the walk. He liked that Francis was overwhelmed by him... honestly
it was difficult not to be. He did put on quite the show nearly at all times. Sadik does wnake an arm around Francis's waist as he pulls him tight
against his side. "So far I'm very impressed." He says in a hushed tone against Francis's ear. "Impress me some more
and I'll teach you something interesting before I leave."
hated the fact he was so easily overwhelmed by Sadik, unaware that that was exactly the quality that was making him attractive to the man. He blinks as he's pulled in close, a shiver running down his
spine with the hushed voice in his ear. He flushes red at the implications of Sadik's offer, nodding as he... decides to lean into the touch. "I'm always interested in learning more," he answers, a grin
tugging at his mouth. "Perhaps I can show you a fee tricks of mine as well," he answers boldly, though embarrassed.
chuckles. "I hope you can too." He agrees as he straightens his posture and let's Francis lead him to the restaurant. they arrive and again Sadik is getting stares but these ones weren't so bad considering
they were stares of intrigue. it helped that he had placed his mask back on but had kept his tunic looser. he was sure his Sultan would frown upon this but the man was not there
could do what he wanted. Throughout their meal Sadik makes sure to look heavily interested which he was and made his pleasure with the food known...at least
to Francis. The man had picked a good place to eat in the Latin Quarters and later he would ask if he could get the
recipes.
straightens himself as they part, glad to compose himself before greeting the restauranteur. They're seated and treated well, Francis being well known in this area. He does start to feel
very conspicuous with Sadik with him though, knowing to his locals it was a strange sight and that they made quite a strange pair.Francis soon zones out of the outward attention though, focused on
Sadik and very pleased to see the man enjoying the evening and meal. By the time they're finished, Francis is more relaxed- thanks the glass of wine in hand, likely- and more confident in
his flirtations. Sadik seemed like an upstanding person, and it was hard to listen to all his friends warnings when sitting in front of the man himself. It certainly didn't hurt that Sadik
looked pretty scandalous compared to uptight European fashion.
eyed the glass of wine in Francis hand. he could tell it was loosening the younger man up and he couldn't hide his amusement by this...
Europeans could be so easy. He let's out an interested hum as he sips his coffee...a good digestive but not like home at all. "When you're done, want to head back to your place?" He asks with a charming
smile that made him look even more handsome.
wasn't even drunk, it just was comforting... which perhaps is a bad habit to have as a teen but Francis was of course older than his face appeared. He could feel hinself melt a little further at that
handsome smile though, his thoughts filled with the desire to kiss those lips. "Home sounds lovely, I trust everything here was to your liking?" he asks, seeking further approval. Francis calls over the
waiter to square the bill, admittedly eager to get Sadik away from prying eyes and back to being here just for him. Once they're finished, Francis stands, to lead Sadik out into the now
night, planning to walk along the Seine and show the sights a little in addition, since they hadn't really on the way here.
could certainly give Francis more approval if that's what he wanted. "It was perfect, almost as good as my cuisine and I'm pleased that you made it a point to choose things without pork in them."
waits until the bill is paid before he's getting up and as extravagantly ad he had come in escorts Francis out. this was the Frenchman's home so he let's Francis lead him near the Swine.
seine*
"If I didn't know any better I would say you're trying to romance me." Sadik laughs. "and now a walk along your most famous river. Very nice~"
beams with the praise. "Well it would be quite rude to purchase it when you cannot eat it," he answers, glad he had remembered that right. As they walk, he laughs a bit sheepishly at the comment, blushing
slightly as he's been caught, it seems. "Ah... well, I am the country of love~," he excuses. "No visit would be complete without a little romance." Now it's Francis's turn to smile charmingly... though the
effect is a little lessened by how much shorter he was than Sadik.
thought it cute if anything.but he could tell how effective it would be when he grew to adulthood. "If you're the country of
romance and I the country of sensuality..." His lips curve up as he takes in Francis. "This means
we'll have quite the night."
would make a face at being called cute... he wanted to be devilishly handsome! Maybe he needed a beard for that. He does flush at the reply, though yes he had intended that. "Quite the perfect
pairing, I'd say," he grins, half stepping closer as they walk. "We did agree to teach each other, oui~?" Francis is embarrassed by the way Sadik's eyes rake over him, but he
hides it with a false confidence. It wouldn't be impressive if he backed down now, after all.
pauses when they walk under a bridge and he steps in front before snaking an arm around Francis's waist. His lips are curved up and he brings
the other man awfully close. "I want to taste you Guzelim~ I've been wanting to since before dinner."
brings a finger under Francis chin and lifts it. "Yes? ...or No?"
slows his step in confusion as Sadik pauses, though he inhales softly in surprise as the taller man steps in front of him and sweeps him up. The warmth and scent of him was already so intoxicating, and
coupled with the confession and gently firm touch, Francis can feel his knees weaken. His cheeks are reddened, but instead of replying verbally (which in truth could have been even more embarrassing,) he
slips a hand up around Sadik's neck to pull him down and connect their lips. He's perhaps a little too eager about it, and all of the warning his friends gave him ring at the back of
his mind; but seriously, how could he possibly not want this?
Sadik
is
pleased with the response as he tightens his hold around Francis' waist pulling him tighter against him as he deepens the kiss. He had been wanting to kiss those lips for a while and he's glad that they finally
reached this point. His free hand threads into Francis hair as he grasps it gently forcing Francis head to tilt up as he nips at his lips. "You taste good....even with the wine~" Sadik murmurs huskily against
the other's lips.
can feel the sparks fly as they kiss, unable to help but let out a soft whimper as Sadik tilts his head up further and nips at his lips, completely giving in to the motion. He laughs
softly at the comment, cheeks flushed but happy. "You taste like spice and coffee," he replies distractedly.
laughs. "To bad you're not tasting good coffee on me." He does steal another kiss before he pulls back with one last nip. "If we don't head back now...I might just enjoy you a little more under this bridge."
blinks at the comment, cherks red still. "That place's coffee is pretty good...!" he defends, though quieted with the second kiss. "A-ah oui... it'd be best to enjoy the privacy of home," he murmers, taking
Sadik's hand this time and starting to pull back to lead him home. Oh lord was he excited... but also perhaps a little nervous.
snorts. "Come to Istanbul, I will show you real coffee." He chuckles when his hand is taken in Francis and he lets the man lead him. However, he doesn't make it easy as he stops every now and then to pull the
younger man back into his arms as he presses kisses and nips along the Frenchman's neck. "Faster...or you might wake up the neighborhood with our activities." He teases.
purses his lips a bit at that... but really he'd love to go to Istanbul. "Perhaps I will have to, though I think my coffee is rrally tasty.." He gasps the first time he's suddenly pulled in for
kisses, starting to giggle the next couple times and gasp as the other intensifies his affections. "W-we're almost there!" he protests, biting his lip as Sadik nips at a sensistive spot on his neck and it
sends a shot of pleasure straight down. He gasps, grabbing Sadik by the clothes and pulling him the short distance to home at last in a bit of a hurry, trying to pin him against a wall and kiss him dominantly
once inside. He had been getting overwhelmed, and he wanted to make sure he regained some of the advantage...
is ridiculously amused when he's being pinned to a wall by someone a head shorter than him and kissed so vigorously. He lets Francis have this
as he reacts to the kisses before he gets bored because it's at this point he turns the table and he's
pinning Francis against the wall. it helped that he had such a height and build advantage to the lilth man.
is hungry and he deepens the kiss easily. His forearm is pressed against the wall over Francis's head and the other re-wraps around the Frenchman's waist.
When he's had enough kisses those lips trail down Francis hairless jawline and along the curve of his neck tasting.
is glad that Sadik indulges him, even for a fleeting moment. He gasps as he's flipped and pinned instead though, finding he really enjoyed how thoroughly
trapped by the man's body he was. He kisses him back eagerly, hands coming up to cling to Sadik's robes and tilting his head willingly as the mouth trails down his jaw. He shivers as
Sadik finds a sensitive spot on his neck, unable to help the small sound of pleasure that he makes.
smirks against Francis skin as he lets out a pleased hum. "You sound good~" He groans as
focused on that spot for good measure. The arm that had been wrapped around Francis waist moves down so he can
squeeze Francis' ass.
blushes red at the comment, fingers clinging a little tighter to the robes in his embarrassment as he tries to hold back more sounds. "A-ah... you feel good..." he murmurs back, gasping at the
grope. To bide his embarrassment he tries to focus more on Sadik's robes, slipping his hands into the fabric and trying to pull it open.
chuckles against Francis' skin as he glanced up at him. "You haven't properly felt me Guzulim~" He purrs teasingly.
| The fact that Francis would soon find out how difficult it was to ubdress him was amusing him further. He would have to take them both up to Francis' room.
is finding out how difficult it was right now. There seemed to be so many layers that it was pretty difficult, even though the mans robes had looked like they were easy to pull off. "Well, I
would like to..." he huffs, cheeks red. "But your clothes are in the way," he answers, deciding to change tactics. "Plus, you're still hiding your face from me," he pouts a little, sliding his hands up to
tug Sadik's face away from his neck. "May I?" he asks, fingers poised over the offending mask.
doesn't resist when Francis rugs his face away. Instead, he straightens his posture so he's back to towering
over Francis. "You may~" He says his lips curved back into his normal smirk. "If you want me you'll have to learn to take my clothes off." He laughs softly.
"Can't eat the candy without taking off the wrapper same rule applies here."
feels smaller when Sadik stands up straight, but lets his hands follow up above him. He gently pulls off the mask, pleased to be able to see Sadik's eyes at last... but he flushes worse with the
ultimatum. "You must be a pretty tasty candy to be wrapped in so many layers then," he hums, taking a moment instead to slip the mask on himself. "Then you don't get
to undress me until then," he adds with a bit of a pout, fingers sliding back down to try and deal with this mess of fabric Sadik was wearing.
quirks a brow at the reversal of his ultimatum. He wondered whether the Frenchman realised that if Sadik wanted he could be very patient. -
smirks a bit more. "Fair...I won't touch you at all then to make it easy." He hums and then he's backing
away from Francis and moving to take a seat in the large chair from earlier. "I'm not sure if I should wish you luck or not but have at it then."
blinks as Sadik pulls away from him and sits down, realizing the challenge just got way harder. A small amount of doubt seeds itself at the back of his mind, showing up in the way he blushes red before taking a
step forward. "F-fine," he hums, striding forward and sliding his hands up the man's thighs. He climbs up to straddle Sadik's lap, taking notice of the belt around his hips. Sure perhaps this worsened the
challenge, but at least he could try and frustrate Sadik into ending the game faster if he couldn't get it. He makes sure he's nestled nicely against Sadik, running his hands up his
chest before letting them fall to the edges of the belt at each side of his hips, running his fingers around under it until he figures out the closure and undoes it, tossing it away to the side.
tucks both his hands under his head as he watches Francis slide his hands up Sadik's thighs and then the man is sliding
onto his lap. He's amused by this and when the belt comes undone he lets out a sound of approval. "Good job~ Getting there." This was more
teasing than anything.
can feel the way Sadik watches him with that infuriating smirk on his face, and Francis falters slightly at the next. The praise just embarrasses him further. "Shh," he huffs,
adjusting the mask on his face slightly before realizing there were no clasps on Sadik's jacket type thing. "You made this harder by sitting," he complains, shifting his hips enough to press against him, hands
slipping down to try and tug and bunch up the overjacket so he can pull it out from under him and up. It's an awkward proceeding.
can't help but laugh at this entire scenario. it's more amusing because he can feel Francis's embarrassment radiate off
the man. He does move forward a little bit to pull his mask off of Francis's face and places it on the table beside him. "You know you can use your words. If you had asked
I would have gotten up." Sadik does lean forward to steal a filthy kiss from Francis to egg him on.
bristles at the laughter, shifting a bit as he stubbornly works at pulling off the top. "You gave me a challenge," he complains, finally managing to get the top up to Sadik's chest... before getting
distracted away by a filthy kiss that reminded him exactly why he was putting up with being laughed at. He melts tight into it for a few moments, before he tugs up the shirt the rest of the way, pulling back so
he can get Sadik's help taking it off before kissing him again.
moves forward as he raises his arms so Francis can pull it over his head. this meant that his chest was finally bear and he was impressed. It
didn't take the man as long as he had thought it would. Sadik is back to kissing Francis and his hands rake
over Francis back. "You're...not done.." He breathes against Francis's lips as he rocks his hips up to show him what he could have if he hurried.
glances down to appreciate the bare chest before him before getting caught up into the kiss again, making a soft noise of appreciation for the bulge he could feel press against him, even if Sadik wasn't
even hard yet. "Let's move this somewhere more comfortable then," he murmurs back, sliding back off Sadik's lap and pulling the man with him as he walks backwards to his bedroom, hoping that a change
of location would make this debacle feel less awkward.
doesn't even bother with his discarded clothed as he's tugged upwards and ushered towards a room. Francis' room and a lovely room it was...-
| "Yes, more comfortable is good." He agrees as he starts to move a little faster to back Francis up against his bed. He goes the
extra measure of pushing Francis onto the bed as Sadik remains standing. "My trousers...and then I'm going to make you moan the night away." There was
such confidence behind those words.
lets himself grin a bit as Sadik follows him, though he is caught a little off as he's pushed onto the bed. "I'm ready for you," he answers, sounding more confident than he felt. He's eager though, sitting up
and pulling Sadik close by his waistband, deft fingers finding their way around the closures and soon enough dropping the mans pants- Francis flushes a bit darker at the sight that greets him. Sadik's
words would definitely ring true.
chuckles deep in his throat at the way Francis flushes and he crouches down cupping Francis'
cheek as he leans forward to kiss him. "Are you though?" He breathes against his lips.
makes a soft sound as Sadik catches his lips, feeling a bit breathless in excitement. "Oui... now's your turn," he grins, popping open the first clasp of his own jacket to show what he meant.
smiles against his lips ad he pops open the rest of Francis's clasps as he moves down
the Frenchman's neck and then he's pulling the jacket open and his hands are untucking Francis's short from his
pants. His hands are running up the man's toned stomach before he drags his fingers down and bites gently against Francis' collarbone.
shifts with him to aid the removal of his clothes, stomach tensing slighty at the fingers trailing over it, and he gasps softly at the mouth. He brings his hands up to wrap around
Sadik's shoulders, keeping close to the man.
spreads Francis thighs apart with his hip before he's resting in between them. He rocks hard against the Frenchman
as his one hand snakes around to squeeze his ass. "Fuck...I want you." He growls as he pulls the man's
shirt completely off. He holds him close as he rocks a few more times. "I want you to be loud Francis!"
can feel Sadik's girth against him and he rolls his hips back against the man, whimpering quietly in want as his ass is squeezed. "A-ah oui...!" he answers, lifting his arms to aid the removal of his shirt,
before slipping a hand between them to stroke Sadik's length better. "I want you, Sadik. Please..."
gasps when Francis takes hold of his cock and begins stroking it. This has him grinning as he pulls just a little back to tug
at Francis's trousers. "This needs to come off."
agrees with a nod, returning the grin though his is accompanied by a bit of embarrassment. "Mm oui, please.." he breathes out, rolling his hips up and holding them there to help.
's grin turns into a handsome smirk and he tugs it down in one swift motion finally revealing what
he wanted. Sadik grabs Francis let and raises it as he pressed kisses down his thigh. "How many times have you done it with a man?"
gasps as his pants are ripped off, laughing breathlessly and a bit embarrassed witht eh question Sadik asks, hoping the man hadn't expected him a virgin. "A few times..." he admits, though feeling
the effect of those kisses rushing to his arousal.
hums as he kisses down his thigh and nuzzles his erection. "Good...this will be a lot easier~" He breathes as he moves
to lick up Francis' cock.
is glad to hear that Sadik is more pleased with the answer than disappointed, unable to help but roll his hips up into the mouth on him. "O-oh gosh...." he mumbles in pleasure.
chuckles before he's taking the head of Francis' cock in his mouth as he sucks at it. he wanted to get him real hard and also distract him from his fingers. -
would have to ask Francis for his lubricant...he should have known he would get the man to bed so quickly...but they were kindred spirits by far.
should be ashamed that Sadik knew he'd be so easy... but currently he's sufficiently distracted by the fact the man's mouth was working on him. He moans lewdly as Sadik sucks him off, quickly growing hard,
fingers clutching at the bedsheets as he sits up just enough to watch the magic.
's hands move to grasp Francis's hips pushing then down as he deep throats the man working him well and wanting to elicit more
sounds from him. He does move one hand to tease his hole despite not having any lubricant at the moment.
makes a loud pleased sound as Sadik forces his thighs down, apparently loving it when the other took control. He's wuite hard now, trying still to press his hips against the intriding fingers
in desire. "I-I have some oil... it's just in my closet here..." he admits to him, embarrassed now that that would make it obvious that he had either be sleeping around a lot, or that he had planned
this from the start.
chuckles deep in his throat as he pulls off of Francis with a wet pop. He's still teasing the man's hole as he lets out a low hum. "Go
get it for me then..." His smirk widens. "If you want me to fuck you." Sadik didn't care how many people Francis fucked as long as he
was the best fuck the Frenchman ever had.
whimpers in pleasure as the man laughs as he pulls off of of him, squirming a little with the further teasing. He flushes at the challenge, but nods, slowly extracting himself from Sadik's
touch... it was a difficult task when he just wanted more. He's quick to pull out the oil and bring it over despite the awkward gait of walking with a hard on, offering the bottle to Sadik. He was
sure the man has nothing to worry about in that last regard.
watches Francis as he walks off and it's hard not to admire the Frenchman. He was certainly quite the sight and even more so with an erection like that. Sadik takes the oil from Francis as he uncorks it and
pours a good amount onto his hand. He silently tells Francis to wait as he lathers that oil all over his cock and then he's motioning the man forward. "Come sit on my lap, Francis~" There was a slight purr to
his tone and he wanted to touch Francis until he couldn't anymore. Until he was crying for Sadik to stop and then Sadik wouldn't stop...he would keep going.
stands in front of him, posture landing somewhere between coy and shy as he is made to wait for Sadik. He can't help but watch of course, eager to continue but also enjoying watching Sadik stroke himself and
having to almost break out of his lustful daze once he's finally beckoned over. The man's sultry voice sends a pleasant shiver down his spine, and he grins despite the blush on his cheeks. "Yessir, mon
amour," hemurmurs, stepping forward to climb up into Sadik's lap without protest. He hovers on his knees above his lap for a moment, pressing against Sadik's chest and stealing a deep kiss first while he
enjoys this slight moment of being taller than him.
smirks as he kisses him back his arm winding around Francis for a brief second. When they break from the kiss Sadik grabs both of Francis hips and turns him right around so the Frenchman's back is pressing
against his chest. Those same hands trail down to just under his knees and he spreads his thighs further a part and lifts his legs just a little higher. Sadik lets out a hum of appreciation as he brings one
hand to Francis' hole and with his index finger teases around it before he's pressing the slick digit inside. "Good, you're still quite tight." He breathes against Francis neck as he pushes the finger all the
way in and gently starts to thrust it in and out hooking it slightly the more Francis loosens.
gasps as he's manhandled to be facing away from Sadik, but has no complaints as he leans back against the man's broad chest quite happily. He bites his lip as he lets Sadik
position him, groaning softly as the other starts to tease, and then gasping as the finger is pressing inside of him. He flushes in embarrassment at the assessment, leaning his head
back against his shoulders as he starts to thrust. "O-of course..." he protests, though he's distracted and moans softly with the slow thrusts.
chuckles at the protest and he takes this moment to push in a second finger. This time he's thrusting harder
and then grasping Francis' cock to stroke it in rhythm with his fingers thrusts.
cries out in pleasure as the more insistent thrusts meet his sweet spot, rolling his hips into the hand on him in need. He reaches back to bury a hand in the taller man's hair, moaning
breathily. "Sadik... please....." he begs after only a few moments, eager to have Sadik inside of him and not wanting to come from this.
's lips spread into an amused and aroused smirk. "You sure you can handle my cock already?" He says as he stabs his fingers deeply into Francis.
.is too eager for his own good really, but he nods with a breathless little laugh. "I need you-!" he gasps as Sadik's fingers press into him more insistently, hand in the man's hair tightening
a bit. "P-please....."
loved the tightening grip in his hair and he lets out a low hum. He pulls his fingers out and releases Francis' cock. "Turn around and lubricate my cock." He says simply. "Then you can have me deep inside of
you....as deep as I can go." He grins.
whimpers softly when he's realeased from the sudden lack of attention, but nods and shifts in Sadik's lap to again be facing the man. "Oh oui, sil vous plait..." he murmurs with a grin, pouring out some oil
into his hands before reaching down to stroke the man. He could feel exactly how large Sadik was now and he bites his lip in excitement at the thought of whats to come. Francis skillully strokes
Sadik's length, making sure to completely coat him and tease him well in the process.
Sadik
is
more than happy to let Francis tease. It was a cute attempt to frustrate him if that was even the goal...but it was actually quite enjoyable. Sadik relaxes a bit more against the chair as he lets out a ragged
breath at the way Francis hands feel on him. "Not bad~" He groans softly. "Feels good." He knew he should also compliment the young man in his skills.
Francis
was
less about frustrating him and more about wanting to touch him at this point really, enjoying the way he felt in his hands. He grins at the compliments, cheeks red and he leans in to steal a kiss as a thank
you, groaning softly. "P-please, Sadik..." he murmurs lowly against his lips.
Sadik
is
more than happy to indulge Francis with the kiss. He's grinning against those soft lips, tasting Francis once again as he moves his hand to stop him from stroking him. "Of course Francis~" He breathes against
the other's lips. "Lift your hips up for me." He says as he takes hold of his cock to hold it still.
moans softly as he's stopped and nods to the instructions, steadying himself on his knees and moving his hands to brace against Sadik's broad shoulders. "I'm ready for you, Sadik..." he grins,
waiting for his okay.
nips at Francis' lip and tugs at it. "Then sit down..." He breathes as he tangles his hand in Francis hair and kisses him hard.
shivers at the nip, humming in acknowledgement as Sadik claims his mouth like that. He gently lowers himself, letting out a low moan as he slowly savours the feeling of the man's large length pressing
into him. "D-dieu, Sadik..." he gasps against the man's lips in pleasure.
's hands are back on Francis hips as he steadies him so that he can take his entire length inside of him. Shit. That felt fucking good...Francis' heat around his throbbing cock. He's nipping the Frenchman's
lips again as he holds him in place for a few seconds longer before he's trailing his fingers up his side. "Ride me, Guzelim~"
lets out a low moan as he seats himself entirely upon Sadik's lap, feeling more full than he ever had before. He can't help but squirm a little as Sadik holds him in place, eager to move his hips though still
relishing in the mouth on him. "Oui, merci..." he gasps out, lifting his hips up and starting up a slower rhythm at first to get used to him.
groans softly as he spreads his thighs further a part so he can roll up just as slowly into Francis. His gaze is fixed on the man's face wanting to watch it contort in pleasure.
whimpers in pleasure as Sadik lifts his hips to meet his, quickly yearning for more and moving faster in need. His fingers grasp a little tighter at Sadik's shoulders, as he leans in to steal a passionate
and insistent kiss.
's hands are back on Francis' waist and he holds him still long enough to pill back from the kiss to quirk a brow. "Are we in a rush?" He asks with an almost patronizing hum but it was clear Sadik was more
amused rather than anything.
gasps as he's stilled, a blush rising to his cheeks at the question. "Well, no..." he answers sheepishly, trying to hold back his embarrassment. "Y-you just.. feel really good," he murmurs, trying to roll
his hips against him.