Arthur frowned at Francis' words, wondering what he had told him the last night as he even barely remembered having drinks with the Frenchman. He tried to lie to himself, tried to tell himself that he didn't tell the older blonde what he wanted from him. Well, it at least wasn't something he felt for him, that much he knew. "What have I told you yesterday?" he asked unsure on whether he actually wanted to learn the answer to that. Much to his surprise, Francis didn't answer him verbally, his answer was nothing more than a deep chuckle before his hands pulled the Briton's face closer to his and their lips met in an innocent kiss. Arthur tried to fight it, but his body didn't listen. Instead, his arms snaked around Francis' shoulders and brought him closer, deepening the kiss as their lips moved along each other. It felt so much better than kissing with that beautiful woman from two nights ago.
An appreciative hum resounded from Francis' throat as he felt the pressure of those soft and plump lips on his. They were much softer than he had expected. It was good.
Francis knew that Arthur wouldn't let his tongue in that easily, he was just too stubborn for that. So there didn't rest anything else for him to do than grab the other's behind and make him gasp. If he had known that gasps could sound so needy, he would probably never had done that as now his pants were getting a bit too tight on his crotch. The Frenchman disregarded the discomfort from that and just immediately stuck his tongue inside Arthur's mouth, exploring the hot and wet cavern before the Brit's wet muscle rubbed against his, inviting him first for a dance but then for a fiery battle. Moans, hums and gasps filled the room as the kiss had turned into a hot make out session where hands didn't feel so shy anymore to wander around the two bodies that were pressed tightly and moved against each other. Arthur felt how his head was slowly getting dizzy, losing its focus on reality before Francis pulled away for the much needed air. Their eyes met, their colours drowning each other in lust while the Brit's shaking lips moved slightly as he tried to find the words to make the man on top of him continue the nice ministrations that he did to his body.
"Please…", he managed to whisper, "… more". The last word was a mix between a breathless whisper and a sultry moan that hit Francis head – and heart – in the right spot. Another chuckle was heard before Francis leaned down and plunged his lips onto Arthur's neck. His mouth was giving wet smooches that were followed by sharp bites and eventually sensual sucks, making Arthur's head spin as he was too far gone in the pleasure to be able to go back.
Not wanting to feel completely useless, Arthur's hands helped undoing Francis' now completely wrinkled shirt before letting them wander all over the soft skin over the body. He had imagined it to be more like silk, but it wasn't. It was the same feeling as a peach that was on the perfect ripeness. Arthur gulped and bit the Frenchman's shoulder to know if it tasted sweet too. It didn't, but the taste, oh God, did it fill his mind with the need for more of that delicious taste. His tongue ran across Francis' shoulder, collarbone and eventually his neck. The blonde on top of him smirked, knowing that Arthur was enjoying this more than he could ever possible imagine him to.
Francis pressed on Arthur's knees to motion him that he had to spread them, to which the Brit more than happily obliged. With a swift sweep of his leg, the Frenchman soon laid between those gorgeous thighs and let his hands run over them as he hummed in appreciation of the writhing blonde under him. The green orbs were now half lidded as lust was getting the better of him and made him buck his hips upwards for the much needed friction, much to Francis' surprise. Unlike in Arthur's dream, the other did not push his hips down but happily obliged to the grinds, moving his hips so that their groins were pressed together and rubbed against each other. There needed to be less clothing between them, Francis thought as his erection was starting to strain rather painfully against his pants. It seemed as if their thoughts were synched as Arthur had started unbuttoning Francis' pants and bringing the other's hand towards his own trousers to show him that he had to do the same.

Their clothes were lying on the ground, messed up as shortened breaths and moans travelled through the room. This was not the same as the dream, it was better. Hands travelled in all the places Arthur hadn't even dreamt of them travelling, Francis' stubble travelling downwards. The Brit had just thought that he would get a blowjob and wasn't prepared to actually be rimmed instead. His eyes widened as he felt the wet muscle rub small circles in such a perfect way while a finger entered him. He thought it would hurt, but it didn't. Sure, it did feel slightly unfamiliar and strange, but he didn't hate it, especially when the long finger pressed a spot inside him that made him see white. "Ah! Francis!" Arthur moaned, being vocally appreciative to the deed. "There!" he begged while angling his hips slightly, wanting that nice bliss again. Second finger was entered and stretched the entrance while the tongue slipped inside to make it a bit slipperier. The Brit was about to wince at the fingers when that spot was hit again, making his voice free.

The bed creaked under the slow and sweet movements as Arthur's neck was being kissed and his weeping erection stroked. He was being thrust into slowly and it felt so teasingly, yet so good. The movements went faster, harder and made them both feel only better and better. A loud moan and a grunt resounded in the room as Francis and Arthur finally had reached their release.

Arthur didn't remember how many positions they had tried or how many times they had found their fleeting bliss. The only thing he knew that he had sex with the Frenchman and that it was good.

I'm finally done with this.

Like I had said, nothing too explicit.

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