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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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. Arthur's wild hair splayed around him on the bed, framing an expression of wanton need.

He was trying to play the part of the provocative plaything until the shockingly cold feeling of the ice against his nipples obliterated all self control, making the captive prince cry out in a loud string of curses. Any house staff or any of their friends in the nearby rooms most likely had a VERY good idea of what was going on after that. "Holy Mary mother of I don't bloody care what! Nggggghhh....Fuck, I..." Arthur was on the verge of giving in and begging Francis for release, but that stubborn streak that ran through him still had him wanting to hold out until his husband was needy enough to be the one to cave. Each nip, suck, and brush of cold over his sensitive skin made it more and more difficult, however. His poor mind was overloaded with pleasurable sensations to the point of breaking, those hands roaming all over his body making his breath come in heavy shudders. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. "Ngggh....Francis..." The name issued from Arthur's lips in a low moan. "Mmmmmm...Francis...take me..."

[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.

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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.

"Ngggghhh...hook, line, and sinker..." Arthur managed to get the words out between shaky breaths. His soul, truly, had belonged to Francis since before they'd even become an item all that time ago, but at that moment, grand romantic sentiments weren't exactly what was on his mind. Arthur wanted Francis and he wanted him NOW. He lifted his head to look down at his husband hovering between his restrained legs even though he couldn't see through the blindfold. It was simply instinct and he could picture that steamy look those blue eyes would be giving him. Arthur then spoke in a rougher, demanding tone, furrowing his brow and pulling at his wrist ties. "If you...nghhh...if you keep bloody winding me up like this I'm about two seconds away from breaking these ties and taking you myself."

[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]

That lick...

Those fingers caressing and ever so gently tugging at his restrained undercarriage...

Arthur couldn't handle it anymore.

With a rough and almost feral growl Arthur tugged at his bonds, the string from his shorts that kept his right wrist tied to the bedpost coming apart in a snap of frayed fibers. He used his free hand to wrench the blindfold from his face, flinging it across the room before reaching down to free his closest ankle from its restraint. This all happened in the space of a breath...a heavy breath laden with lust and pure, wild, NEED. Having freed his legs and right wrist, Arthur grabbed Francis, roughly wrestling him over onto the bed as best he could with his left arm still attached to the bedpost by the belt that was too strong for him to snap without applying magic.

"You see, this is was you get..." Arthur growled before gripping his husband's long hair just tight enough to tilt his head back for a deep, demanding kiss. "when you play with fire, Francis." When the need for air finally became too great, the fae prince pulled back just enough for their foreheads to touch, the warmth of their panting breaths mingling between them. Arthur's green eyes glowed with the energy of a crackling flame as he moved, wrestling himself into much the same position Francis had been in before the sudden change. The device that had been put on him earlier still restrained his aching arousal even though all but one tie-down was now loose or gone. The cool metal touched against Francis' inner thighs and Arthur relished in the shiver it caused his husband as he kissed heated trails over the frenchman's neck, collarbones and chest.

Small red lovebites and hickeys were left peppering Francis' skin, Arthur working out all of his pent-up lustful passion on that glorious canvas. "Now...you're going to remove this metal, love, and the prince is going to make you call his name." Arthur spoke low and rough, his accent thickened with need.

"Go on." Arthur drawled, the metal restraint becoming even more constricting. Whereas Francis had far more finesse with his foreplay and lovemaking, Arthur was full of wild passion and raw, primal instinct. Maybe it was his blood, or maybe it was just a side that Francis brought out in him, but he could tell by the look on the frenchman's face that it was having the desired effect. "Just be thankful I only have one hand free or I would be putting it on you while I take you."

[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.

Francis ripped Free Arthur's final restraint then grabbed those ears and forced Arthur's own head back for a returned onslaught of breath robbing kisses. TWO could play the feral, passions untamed, game.

If Arthur wanted it rough, he was going to get ROUGH. Not that Francis minded whatever position he ended up in, the BATTLE for dominance in this game was just as blood boiling and sexually gratifying as was the final act of coupling.

"You may be a Fae Prince, Mari. But you do know what my Name means right? My first name might mean from France, but Alberi, my middle name means, ELF RULER. Who is your master Mari?" Francis bit down on Arthur's pulse point on his throat, HARD, getting a strangled GASP as Francis gnawed that pulsating bit of flesh, which was going to leave a massive love bite when he was finished.

He wondered just HOW MUCH Arthur was going to stand now. He was quivering as tight as a bow strong. (So was Francis...)

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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.

It was a bit of give and take too. Just like everything else in their relationship.

With his other hand now free, Arthur took control once again and with a growl he wrenched both of his husband's hands away from his body, holding them down forcefully to the bed as he seized his lips in a rough, passionate kiss. He tugged Francis' lower lip between his teeth, giving him a glowing-eyed, steamy look before he pulled away. "That's all in a name, cariad." Arthur purred, dragging his lips over the skin on Francis' neck and over the fuzz of his chest, never taking his eyes of the frenchman for a single moment. "This time you're mine."

Letting his husband's wrists go, Arthur smoothed his hands over his prone body, teasing and pinching at the pink nubs of his nipples as he kissed yet farther down his torso, leaving red marks and lovebites as he went. When Arthur reached to top of the fuzz of Francis' "happy trail", he looked up to those beautiful half-lidded blue eyes, rising up to his knees before reaching down to remove the last restraint which stood in the way of finally getting what they both wanted...what they both ACHED for.

"Are you ready to call out my name until every single person in this house knows you're mine tonight?" Arthur asked as he dangled the removed device from his finger. The rush of blood surging back to his aching arousal was nearly more than he could handle, but LIKE HELL he was going to end this struggle of power without one of them pressed down into the mattress, begging for mercy. Whichever one of them it was, Arthur didn't care. All he knew was that he wanted it and he wanted it NOW.