Francis stared at Arthur with a look of disbelief. Round two? Already? How could he already be ready for more? He was never going to understand how Arthur could bounce back so fast. He rested his arm over his eyes, took a breath. "Christ Arthur…"

Arthur was smiling at him, his lips drawn up into a seductive grin as he slid out of his dress, much more gracefully than he should have been able to. His garter belt and stockings still clung to his now nude form as he crawled forward, slid himself up to straddle Francis' waist.

Arthur knew, of course, that Francis needed a bit more time than he to recuperate, but that didn't mean he couldn't have his own fun in the mean time. He busied himself with undoing the buttons on the Frenchman's shirt, opened each one carefully, slowly exposing more and more of his chest. He took in the sight of Francis below him, his shirt splayed open, chest exposed and smiled.

It didn't matter that Francis was giving him an odd look as he spread his hands out on his chest, slowly explored the contours of his skin, the dips in his ribs. Arthur wanted to touch everything. He wanted to feel every bit of Francis as if it were the first time.

He dipped down, placed a soft kiss upon the Frenchman's collarbone, kissed his way up to Francis' neck. His movements were slow, much slower than the fervor he'd felt before when he'd marched up the stairs. No…

Arthur's teeth gently nibbled on Francis' neck, tugged at his flesh lovingly, tenderly as one of his hands slid up to run through his hair. He loved this man's hair, loved how it felt under his fingertips and how it slid between his digits as he combed them through.

He felt Francis sigh beneath him and he trailed his kisses and nips up the side of his chin to his lips. He whispered against them, his voice husky and low, "Touch me, Francis…" He slid his tongue along his lover's lower lip, took it gently between his teeth and slowly pulled away. "Run your hands up my thighs…"

The command seemed to bring Francis to life. His hands reached out, one on each thigh and he ran them up, back down, before Arthur spoke again. "One hand… bring it up, to my back, touch me everywhere, Francis… feel my skin under your fingers…"

Arthur's body was coming to life, reacting to the touches from Francis' rougher hands. He rutted against him let his body react the way it wanted as sought out the friction it so desired. "I want you, Francis. I want you to feel me… feel my skin… memorize how hot it is under your touch."

He could feel Francis falter, didn't miss the sharp intake of breath from the man below him. Francis wanted him too; he could feel it hard against his backside. He kept going. "You want me Francis, I know you do. I can feel it. You want inside me, don't you? You want me to all around you." He pressed back, rubbed himself against the erection behind him.

Arthur connected their lips again before Francis could answer him. Francis' hands were getting rougher with him, pressing into his hips like a vice. "Calm down… gentle… I'm fragile… Don't break me. Soft touches slow… Just feel me, Francis… Don't rush it… Take your time… explore me… Slow, gentle… Explore everywhere you can reach…"

Francis didn't hesitate. His hands wandered, down Arthur's rump, up his back, squeezed his thigh, caressed his waist, up the cleft of his ass. He did as he pleased, touched Arthur everywhere he could reach, surprised himself with how erotic just listening to and touching Arthur was. He'd never expected just feeling Arthur's body lean into his touches would make him want the pink haired man atop him so bad.

Arthur teased Francis' lips with his own, kissed him and teased him with his tongue before he pulled back, sat himself upright. "I want you to guide yourself into me. Be slow… Be gentle…" He lifted himself up, took a slow breath to prepare himself as Francis guided the head of his length to Arthur's entrance, pressed it in with a deliberate slowness.

Arthur released his breath as he let himself sink down onto Francis, a content smile on his face. "D-Don't stop touching me… Watch me… I want you to see how good you make me feel… I want you to see it on my face… Listen to me… Listen to the sounds I'm making because you feel so good…" Francis hands were on his hips once more, slowly running up and down his waist.

Arthur's eyes fluttered shut as he began to rock his hips atop Francis. He was going slow, so slow it was almost maddening to said man inside him. But he did as he was told, watched Arthur's face, listened to the soft moans and gasps that came from Arthur.

He wasn't being nearly as loud as he normally was, which at first Francis thought was extremely odd. It wasn't until Arthur moaned out his name, his tone shaky and breathless, that it hit him, they weren't just fucking this time. This was something far more intimate. This was love making. Arthur was loving him with his body.

The realization brought a whole new level of pleasure to this, sent a shiver down his spine. He began to rock his hips up, into Arthur, matched his slow, easy pace. He could see Arthur was enjoying this, could see the pleasure written all across his face, the way his mouth hung open with a slight smile on his lips, the way his brows were furrowed together… Arthur was right to tell him to watch.

Arthur's tempo wavered and he gasped out, choked on his breath as Francis began to rub against that spot inside him. He opened his eyes, looked down at Francis and wet his lips. He was still watching. The knowledge of that filled Arthur with another kind of pleasure. His body quivered, trembled at the overload of emotions swelling inside him.

He angled himself, so Francis would hit that spot with each movement, moaned out his name again and again, every time their bodies came together. Francis groaned beneath him, his hands gripped Arthur's hips more firmly as his upward rocking became a bit more erratic. Arthur knew Francis was close. He always knew how to read Francis' body.

He felt his own climax coming, felt it pooling in his groin, growing hotter with every movement of his hips. "Don't close your eyes… Watch me… I want you to see what you do to me Francis…" His words were laced with something other than lust, something far more important that Francis couldn't quite put his finger on.

Francis stared up at Arthur, forced himself to keep his eyes on his face as he felt himself tip over the edge as Arthur clenched around him. He forced his gaze to remain, to watch as Arthur's face contorted with the pleasure as he reached his peak and spilled himself. Arthur didn't scream, he didn't cry out. Francis shook with the power of Arthur's silent, shivering exhale of air at his climax.

They both went still, both fought to catch their breath under the enormity of the emotions they both were feeling, that neither dared speak of. Francis lazily rubbed small circles into Arthur's thigh, still stared at Arthur's face. Arthur was crying. Silent tears were spilling from his eyes and running down his cheeks. Francis panicked for just a moment, until he also noticed that Arthur was still smiling.

Francis slowly reached up, wiped away those tears before he caressed Arthur's soft cheek. Arthur couldn't stop himself from nuzzling into the touch. The sat like that for a few moments as Arthur's tears subsided. He'd been overwhelmed with his emotions. He opened his eyes, turned them down to look back at Francis and their gazes met.

Arthur dipped down, brought their lips together once more as he lifted his body up and off Francis. He didn't speak after, didn't dare say a word for fear that he'd break their unspoken rule about their feelings for each other. He simply rested himself beside Francis, curled his body around him and rested his head against his chest.

Francis didn't mind, not now, not after that. He wrapped an arm loosely around Arthur's waist, drew the covers up over them and closed his eyes.