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]

"Yes I do. But am I going to give it to you? Hmmm?" Francis purred licking a long, hot trail up Arthur's body to come up to join their lips and Francis straddled Arthur on the bed, provocatively rubbing both their aching needs together, oh the sweet torturous friction of prolonged denial.

Francis knew exactly however what Arthur wanted.. release and he didn't care how he got there at this point. Francis never cared so long as his lover was satisfied. Because he took pleasure in his lover's pleasures. It is what "got him off" so to speak. To see such naked desire and longing in Arthur's eyes.

Francis reached for the handy bottle on his side of the bed on the nightstand and dribbled it over both of their erections. Stroking with purpose now, but he was however going to change their usual routine on it's ear.

He would give Arthur what he never came out and really asked for... For Francis to "Top" from the "Bottom".

Francis raised up on his knees, where he straddled Arthur beneath him, then gently took Arthur home into warm confines.

Rising and falling with purpose, where he held Arthur pinned under him as he also allowed Arthur to invade him.

A strong, hard, gyrating tempo, which would leave Arthur, breathless as Francis moved on top of him.

"Is. This. What. You. Wanted. Mari?" Francis punctuated each word as he brought his hips down as he impaled himself atop his husband.

Francis leaned over and grabbed an earlobe in his teeth as he moved and growled. "Come for me."

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And that's when Arthur's mind broke.

Completely and utterly blown to pieces.

Sure, Francis was never predictable and was always finding new ways to keep their love life exciting, but this was the last thing Arthur had been expecting when he was first thrown down onto the bed. Not that he was complaining, though. It felt AMAZING. It wasn't very often at all that he found himself on the giving end of things, simply due to personal preference and still being somewhat hesitant to request it, but those times when he was able to claim Francis like that tended to bring about mind-numbingly fantastic climaxes.

"Holy shit!" Was all the flabbergasted Brit could manage to curse out.

Arthur's green eyes shot open wide, his mouth gaping open and his head tossing back in a scatter of wild hair as a shocked but pleasurable moan sounded out loudly to the room. The feeling of his husband's insides enveloping him was so warm, fitting him so perfectly, leaving not a single part of his skin without sensations that made him feel like he couldn't hold on any longer. Biting his lip and willing that determined look back onto his flushed face, Arthur ran his hands along Francis' legs so he could grip at his hips, guiding that beautiful body up and down atop his own.

"Not yet." Arthur replied with a breathy growl. Those teeth to his sensitive ears combined with the way Francis moved on top of him had Arthur's pulse racing and that familiar feeling building up inside of him, ready to burst. "You're mine, remember?"

Then with the last shred of restraint he had within him falling away, Arthur gripped Francis' hips even tighter, using that grip to raise him up and bring him back down again in a harder, more aggressive rhythm. Each thrust tensed the vaguely defined muscles of Arthur's torso, beads of sweat beginning to gather on his smooth skin, still dotted with red marks and love bites. Arthur brought his own hips up off of the mattress to meet each downward movement, their bodies coming together in a way that drew a sound of pure feral need from the wild fae prince.

It all felt far too good. The moans and curses became louder and more frequent as the two bodies continued to merge in desperate wanton passion. Arthur's pace soon became more erratic, however, and he knew he was nearing the end.

"Francis!" Arthur managed to call out his husband's name before bringing him down one last time on top of him, driving his own need home as his climax finally overtook him. His fingers gripped Francis' backside firmly, possessively even, and he could feel each twitching pulse as he emptied himself inside.

[viva_la_francis]

Oh but Arthur was sin on two legs, or flat on his back in the case, when he let GO and just lost himself utterly to passion. Francis wouldn't even mind the bruises on his hipbones later either seeing Arthur thrash like that for him. Oh yes he was delicious and as Arthur regained his breath and panted in bliss, Francis leaned over, licking the sweat from off Arthur's chest as he dragged his tongue up and then nipped at Arthur's jawbone.

His own arousal still dark and throbbing as he trapped it between their bodies as he leaned forward. Stomach to Stomach. "If you think this is over already, you have another thing coming. Perhaps really coming again and perhaps again before I am finished with you Mari." Francis PROMISED with Dark intent as he slowly disengaged their bodies and lay his weight onto Arthur's chest, his lips doing sinfully erotic things those those sensitive ears to encourage Arthur's engines to remain ignited and start the slow burn process anew.

The night was still far too young for this to be over before the cock began to crow the heralding of the dawn.

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"No I.."Arthur panted for breath, his voice coming out as a hoarse, accented, whisper. The teeth grazing over his sensitive, pointed ears kept the wave of pleasurable excitement coursing through his body from his orgasm from fading just yet. His pulse was still pounding like a drum in his head and a healthy flush coloured his smooth skin in a warm glow. "This isn't over yet. Not...not by a long shot. You're right." The brit panted, almost breathless.

Still breathing heavily and slick with both sweat and lube, Arthur captured Francis' lips in a hungry kiss, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, a needy groan sounding as he deepened the kiss. Arthur's glimmering green eyes were half-lidded and full of the glow of sex as he pulled away for air. A small part of Arthur felt a little bad for losing himself to pleasure so soon before being able to do the same for his husband, but...it felt so damned good. The other side of him knew just how much Francis derived pleasure from being the cause of such a moment of ecstasy, and it made him want to pull that sinfully attractive husband of his over the dge with him. Playing the part of a mischievous tease in the hopes shattering Francis' self control, Arthur gave one last short kiss to the frenchman's lips before shifting his weight enough to be able to turn over onto his stomach. For a few panting heartbeats, Arthur savoured the warm press of Francis' body against his back and how he enjoyed the feeling of the weight keeping him down on the mattress. From there he was able to raise himself up onto his knees, keeping his top half pressed to the mattress and his head turned just enough to be able to cast a saucy grin back at Francis through the choppy locks of his wild hair. He wanted to see the look in those blue eyes.

"A good view, isn't it?" Arthur questioned with a fluid sway to his raised hips, beckoning his husband with a firm grind against the aching need pressed against the smooth skin of his backside, marked pink from the crop. "Come on. I dare you."

[viva_la_francis]

"Daring, Mari this is a no dare. This is mine and I will claim it when I am good and ready." Francis growled, biting down on one of Arthur's "cheeks" that were so deliciously bared.

He was however at his limits and he was already good and ready and after a few more teasing bites and "stalling", he took great joy in surprising Arthur with a fast thrust, surprising him with the urgency and frenzy of it all.

Arthur was no shy flower and he liked it rough too on occasion. This was one of those occasions. Francis had no breath for words, it was taking every ounce of his stamina to keep up this frenetic pace and tempo. This tempest in their best was quickly becoming a destructive force of nature and Arthur was almost feral as he met Francis thrust for thrust. Driving backward to meet Francis' forward momentum.

This was going to be one hell of a climax.

[mythicalengland]

No matter how many times they made desperately passionate love or how many times they'd left janitor's closets at school and he'd had floor burn on his knees or elbows, Arthur's eyes still flew wide open in surprise the moment Francis entered him. His knees gave way at the first thrust, sending his face into the mattress for a moment before he regained his composure and raised himself back up, meeting each movement from his husband with equal fervor.

Arthur's hands clenched at the already skewed blankets, white knuckled, gripping at anything he could find in order to keep himself from burning up into scalding hot cinders. His speech devolved into a flurry of grunts, curses, and loud cries and he would most likely need a few cough drops or a good herbal tea later to save his throat. He could feel Francis' restraint and self control breaking away each time their bodies met and Arthur drove himself back with renewed vigor, trying his damnedest to draw out those delicious sounds his husband made that he enjoyed so much.

He kept his face turned against the mattress as much as he could to cast an eye up at Francis through the mess of hair splayed about him, watching the sweat bead on his forehead and the ever changing facial expressions.

Arthur had a feeling he was going to have one hell of a difficult time walking tomorrow....