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]

They may have been of similar BUILD, but Francis was stronger and he used that strength to his advantage as he surge up, flipped Arthur onto his back onto the bed, held him down and then LICKED a long, sloppy, messy, HEATED tongue over Arthur's straining erection. Oh Anglais wanted DIRTY, he was FRENCH, they INVENTED DIRTY.

"Oh I will call out screaming you name alright Mari. As I fill you and only after you beg me to end your torture." Francis purred going to suck in earnest to listen to Arthur MEWL and Plead and get lost in a very passionate and HOT torture from a Frenchman's tongue. HIS tongue.

Arthur gave a token struggle as he was flipped and then gasped when Francis started his tongue aerobics. Oh he knew ALL of Arthur's most intimate places and just which buttons to push to make him WEEP with WANT.

[mythicalengland]

The sudden, rough change of position left Arthur's mind reeling. Before he even got the chance to regain his bearings and put up more of a struggle, all coherent thought in his mind was given a swift boot to the upper atmosphere by Francis' tongue licking and teasing at his erection. What were words at this stage? A long, strained moan erupted from Arthur's mouth, his head thrown back, showing off the pale skin of his throat dotted with lovebites. He struggled against the weight pressing him into the mattress and he squirmed with all of the pleasurable sensations. It was almost more than he could bear. That mouth alone was enough to crack apart the stubbornness and resistance Arthur had been trying so gamely to maintain. It drove him wild to get to experience what happened whenever he pushed Francis past his own limits of restraint

[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

[mythicalengland]

And that's when Arthur's mind broke