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“We probably shouldn’t be doing this here,” he said, his voice a little too breathless to sound as stern as he wanted. As if to contradict his words, however, his hands were quickly dispensing with the already loosened tie, and undoing the top buttons of the Frenchman’s shirt to expose his smooth neck. “The attendant might return.”
“I’ve locked the door, cher,” Francis smiled against the other man’s chin. He pulled the smaller man in closer, pulling him onto the oversized seat. He slid a hand up Arthur’s shirt, delighting in the tremors the Englishman tried to suppress.
He pressed his lips to the crook of Arthur’s neck, sucking gently as he pushed the shirt off the rounded shoulders.
Arthur bit his lower lip with a soft moan as Francis dragged his tongue over his collarbone. The soft scent of lilacs assaulted his nose as the Frenchmen’s long blond locks fell out of the ribbon he had them tied back in, in long swaths that caressed his skin like silken scarves. He curled his fingers in them, tugging gently.
A reflection caught his attention. He turned his head, not wanting to see. They were already in the chunnel, so the only thing that could that they could see outside the window was the regular orange light flashing by. However, it wasn’t the sight through the window, it was the sight in the window.
He could see their reflection, their intertwined bodies. But most embarrassing of all, he could see his own face. His normally calm expression was completely gone, replaced by a flushed face. A lustful face. A needful face.
Francis’ hand slid down Arthur’s back, underneath his pants.
At that, however, Arthur stiffened with an outraged squawk.
“I think not,” Arthur protested, grabbing the Frenchman’s wrist.
“I thought maybe today we could imitate reality, chou,” Francis cooed with a mischievous smile.
“And what is that supposed to mean?” Arthur attempted to suppress another shiver as the other blond brushed the front of his pants with the hand not still gripping his ass underneath the cloth.
“We’re on the French train,” he continued, nibbling on the lobe of the Arthur’s ear. “Heading into the English tunnel.”
Arthur smiled, then moved forward to lick the throat of the other man, delighting in the groan that came from him, his hands also sliding south. “The French haven’t been able to invade England since William the Conqueror.”
“À cœur vaillant rien d’impossible, mon cher,” Francis replied in a husky tone, his breath tickling Arthur’s ear, making his chest swell, and his body tighten even higher with need. Only his words could make Arthur melt, lose his composure, even make him consider doing that.
Arthur hated those French whisperings.
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THANK YOU MUCHLY. <3
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loled sooo hard! Good work Anon!!!!
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Still, tis strange
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Or uh... something. OTL. My French really should be better.
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