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]

"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...)

[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.

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.