Back at the room

[mythicalengland]

Arthur let out a few choice curses at being jolted out of his seat so suddenly and hefted over his husband's shoulder almost without warning. The curses weren't in anger at all. Hell, Arthur found himself laughing as he was carried past Gilbert and Eduard in the hot tub and down the halls of the chateau towards their room. The top half of his body

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[viva_la_francis]

Francis, just leaned against the bedpost and eyed Arthur up an down and then Smirked. SMIRKED! "Nay mon cœur. I think perhaps you will strip for me. Slowly... Very slowly... I want you to beg for me." Francis was in a rather ornery mood and he had a drawer FULL of items to... persuade... his husband into begging and begging and GAGGING for more.

"You will tremble for me before I take you and let you come..." Francis added, like the finest cognac, full of rich promises and sinful pleasures.

[mythicalengland]

Oh the game was ON! Arthur's eyebrows rose in mock surprise at his husband's response, meeting and matching his saucy gaze. He wanted him to strip? and strip slowly? Oh he could do that, alright. The question was just how much of an imp he was planning on being. He knew Francis enjoyed this sort of game though, and so did he, so he was going to play it to its fullest

[viva_la_francis]

Francis picked up the string with a wicked gleam in his eye then went to the nightstand and came back with a belt. Before Arthur knew what hit him, one hand was tied to one post with his discarded string, the other to an opposite post with the belt.

"Oh I fancy a lot more..." Francis purred coming over to the bed on which Arthur was sprawled looking delicious. Francis with agonizing slowness began pulling down Arthur's shorts. Oh Arthur was ENJOYING THIS, his arousal was already arching up over a taught and quivering belly.

Francis just smirked as he tossed the shorts away and then came back with a rose, trailing the soft petals all over Arthur's skin.

"Now the Prince is prisoner. What shall I do with him? Do I invade, torture or both I wonder?" Francis asked with a voice like silk into Arthur's ear, eliciting a shiver in response.

[mythicalengland]

Arthur's eyes opened a little wider in surprise and excitement at the sudden force of his wrists being grabbed and bound to the bedposts. He could feel the fibers of the string and the smooth leather belt rubbing against his skin with each playful struggle and it sent shivers of anticipation throughout his sprawled body. Arthur's arousal was no longer simply laying heavy against his leg. The feel of the bonds around his wrists, the sight of his husband's own evident erection, combined with that sultry accented purr left Arthur's swim shorts tented enough to be able to camp a family in them

[viva_la_francis]

Francis just smirked. Oh ho... so his little husband was asking for it was he? Oh he could certainly DISH IT OUT. But first he leaned over to an ear. "The safe word is ROSE" Francis said quietly. Before tickling Arthur's nose with said flower, then disappearing again for a minute

[mythicalengland]

Arthur's skin bristled with little electric shocks of anticipation when Francis whispered the safe word into the delicate shell of his pointed ear. It was a game they played a lot, but it never got old. The second that word was given, Arthur knew he was going to be in for some sweet torture and it had his arousal straining against the air and bobbing against his stomach. He was in his husband's skilled hands and the thought of

[viva_la_francis]

"You should know better than to ask such silly questions Mari." Francis purred and then Arthur felt something cold, metal and leather, slip over his poor straining manhood.

[mythicalengland]

Arthur flinched at the feeling of cold metal and leather against his skin which was already warm from the intense arousal. The device slid down over his manhood, preventing any hope of release until his captor deemed him worthy. He was utterly helpless with the way he was bound all over, secured to the bedposts and completely, utterly exposed in the most vulnerable of ways. The hedonist in Arthur was already mentally crying out Francis' name in loud, desperate moans, his voice hoarse from pleasure, but the Arthur that was tied to the bed valiantly attempted to hold it in. He decided to make a game of it by struggling against his bindings, the reddened skin of his backside on full display, his plump bottom lip held between his teeth as the sounds of heavy breathing managed to escape. It was taking a lot of self control to hold himself back from begging. As it were, Arthur's mock-struggle masked the needy movements of his hips, though it did nothing to hide the red of his face peeking out from around the dark fabric of the blindfold.

[viva_la_francis]

"Oh no, not yet, Mari." Came Francis' purr. He could bring Arthur much further in ecstasy, draw out the sublime torture (and his own torture of denial too for that matter) for a bit longer yet. After the ice, Francis brought out the warming lubricant, it would burn against the trail of cold the ice left in it's wake. He drizzled it all over Arthur's body, massaging the liquid which heated up under his hands. He tweaked nipples while he nibbled at all of Arthur's sensitive places. Behind his ears, the tips of his ears, the pulse point in this throat, the ticklish places behind Arthur's knees, the insides of his quivering thighs. While leaving the parts that desperately begged for touch, denied sensation a little bit longer.

"Do you like this? Do you ache for me? Do I own your soul as you own mine?" Francis asked softly, his voice lust-filled and heavy and deep with promise of more to come.

[mythicalengland]

The heat from the lubricant drizzled over his skin like chocolate sauce on ice cream wasn't immediate. The skin that had turned sensitive from the arousal and the ice slowly began to warm up under Francis' attention until each touch felt like an inferno of its own. Arthur squirmed with muffled curses at each nibble and drag of teeth or lips over all of his sensitive areas, the tugging of his ears in his husband's teeth drawing a long, needy, groan from deep down inside. Every time their skin made contact it felt both soft and scorching all at once. The pink flesh of his backside no longer stung from the repeated smack of the black leather crop, but the skin there was still so sensitive. Even the slightest of glancing touches across his marked skin sent jolts up his spine. If Francis was intending to send him into complete sensory overload, then he was sure as hell doing a fine job of it

[viva_la_francis]

"I dare you to try. Je vous prie d'essayer mon amour." Francis growled into Arthur's ear. Making sure Arthur's inner "engine" was revving uncontrollably. Oh but this was DELICIOUS! It was just as torturous on Francis to ABSTAIN from doing more than stoking that fire as it was Arthur to be denied completion.

Oh Francis just KNEW one of them was going to crack first and it was going to be too soon. A hand came up to fondle and gently tug Arthur's scrotum as Francis teased the little bit of the tip of Arthur's cock showing from within the chastity device with the tip of his tongue.

Oh yes, something was going to GIVE and GIVE SOON.

Francis was already in a sweat trying to hold out, he just wanted to bury himself into Arthur and pound them both into oblivion. Or be pounded for that matter, he didn't care at this point. But not yet, Not yet...

(Je vous prie d'essayer mon amour - I beg you to try my love.)

[mythicalengland]

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[viva_la_francis]

"There's my Mari." Francis growled, LOVING when Arthur shed all decorum and restraint and GAVE INTO PASSION. God he was SEX PERSONIFIED. But Francis wasn't so easily bested either, the playground may have been leveled, but now it was a match of passions

[mythicalengland]

A small gasp and grunt escaped Arthur's throat at the feeling of the teeth biting down against the soft skin on his neck, claiming, branding, tasting. He could feel his pulse beating against his husband's lips and pounding like a drum in his head. Francis had left a similar mark on the other side of his throat the afternoon before their wedding, and it was now finally faded away...only to be replaced by a new angry red lovebite. Arthur secretly loved being branded by Francis. Sometimes when they went out places he would even wear shirts without collars or with lower necklines because women would be constantly hitting on Francis. Truth be told, it made a little part of Arthur deep inside jealous in a way, so he would simply sidle up to his husband and pretend to scratch an itchy collarbone or somewhat in such a way that the branded skin revealed a clear sign just who the frenchman was with. It gave him a sort of smug satisfaction in a way