Nothing Hurts Like... [2/2]
anonymous
June 18 2010, 00:32:29 UTC
A foot pressed upon his back, forcing him to sprawl across the cold stone ground or break his spine. He lay there, cheek against the rough ground, trying to figure out how tall those heels were. From the sound of the footsteps, they sounded almost flat, but to feel it there, pressed against his naked chest
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Nothing Hurts Like... [3/?]
anonymous
June 18 2010, 23:54:38 UTC
Authornon sorry, I guess I really should have written more to this, so here you go. This part is written to "My Pony" by Far and "Smooth" by Santana
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Nothing Hurts Like... [4/?]
anonymous
June 18 2010, 23:56:31 UTC
“Mon Dieu,” Francis whispered, his voice deep and pained, full of pleasure. Something crashed against a far wall and suddenly those gloved hands were touching him, grasping his hips and shoving him down. Knees fell to his sides, pressed against the top of his trousers, and Arthur’s sinful tongue was touching his ear, tracing it, drawing the tender flesh into his mouth to taste. He wanted to struggle, throw the smaller man off of him, but his hands were still
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Nothing Hurts Like... [5/?]
anonymous
June 19 2010, 01:06:11 UTC
Man, the epilogue is longer than the original fill D: ------
“Now, mon cher,” he said softly, lips pressed against the warm flesh, licking lightly at the sensitive skin. “I do hope you will be gentle with me as--”
Arthur grabbed his hair, dragging the Frenchman’s face to his cock, nudging at his still smiling lips, demanding. Francis sighed happily, running his tongue quickly over his lips to wet them before Arthur’s length was touching the back of his throat. Francis’s eyes glittered in amusement as he watched his lover’s flushed face, his angry demeanor, as he grasped desperately at long blonde hair and thrust into his mouth.
Francis tilted his head back, allowing Arthur to position his head wherever he willed, constricting his throat and running his tongue along the warm flesh in his embrace. He fought the urge to gag, ruthlessly squashed it, and began to hum.
“Damn you,” Arthur moaned, his limbs shaking, as he tried to keep balance on legs that did not seem keen on holding him up. He pulled out of Francis’s wet, wonderful,
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Nothing Hurts Like... [6/?]
anonymous
June 19 2010, 04:52:58 UTC
He walked slowly, one foot in front of the other, until Francis once again attempted to give his cock a gentle kiss. Once to the left, once to the right, then a sloppy, wet kiss full of tongue for the head. He curled his tongue around the mushroom shaped tip and tongued the slit, rewarded by the way those items dropped from Arthur’s hands as he gripped onto Francis’s shoulders and held on. He was breathing heavily through his nose from what Francis could tell
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Nothing Hurts Like... [7/?]
anonymous
June 19 2010, 04:54:17 UTC
Francis left the stimulation of their lengths to his hasty lover and concentrated on lifting his hips with one arm and probing at his entrance with the other. One finger made its way into the soft temptation of his body, twisting and curling inward. Arthur’s head slammed against his shoulder, hand leaving the long blonde locks in favor of scratching at his back, finding the welts from his earlier use of the crop and tearing at them. Francis licked at his ear, wanting to swallow the sweat sounds issuing from the Englishman’s mouth
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Re: Nothing Hurts Like... [8/8]
anonymous
June 19 2010, 04:55:42 UTC
RiiiiiiiipThe shreds of fabric lay sad, broken against his thighs as Francis lifted the Englishman’s hips and reseated him against his pelvis, thrusting forward at the same time. Arthur’s body rocked, his head banging against the ground, a moan tearing out of his throat. They moved together, always in sync, in perfect form
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Re: Nothing Hurts Like... [8/8]
anonymous
June 19 2010, 08:09:18 UTC
Author!Anon led me on.
I loved this fill, but I have to admit, I was a tad bit disappointed when it turned out that England was the one to bottom. I know the fill said FrUK, but with the way it was going, it had given me false hope that France would have been uke. I still like it! But I would have liked it even more if France bottomed. *uke!France fan*
*runs away before the bricks start being thrown for complaining*
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Your characterization of these guys is so sexy; it's pushing all of my kinkster buttons without even trying. Why am I such a perv? :'D
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“Now, mon cher,” he said softly, lips pressed against the warm flesh, licking lightly at the sensitive skin. “I do hope you will be gentle with me as--”
Arthur grabbed his hair, dragging the Frenchman’s face to his cock, nudging at his still smiling lips, demanding. Francis sighed happily, running his tongue quickly over his lips to wet them before Arthur’s length was touching the back of his throat. Francis’s eyes glittered in amusement as he watched his lover’s flushed face, his angry demeanor, as he grasped desperately at long blonde hair and thrust into his mouth.
Francis tilted his head back, allowing Arthur to position his head wherever he willed, constricting his throat and running his tongue along the warm flesh in his embrace. He fought the urge to gag, ruthlessly squashed it, and began to hum.
“Damn you,” Arthur moaned, his limbs shaking, as he tried to keep balance on legs that did not seem keen on holding him up. He pulled out of Francis’s wet, wonderful, ( ... )
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I loved this fill, but I have to admit, I was a tad bit disappointed when it turned out that England was the one to bottom.
I know the fill said FrUK, but with the way it was going, it had given me false hope that France would have been uke.
I still like it! But I would have liked it even more if France bottomed. *uke!France fan*
*runs away before the bricks start being thrown for complaining*
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