The "L" Word ~ {FrUK}

SMUT

WARNING: GAY SMUT AHEAD. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS, DON'T READ PLEASE.

AND IF YOU'RE STILL HERE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED...

Okay... SMUT TIME!!

well, this is my first time doing a lemon.. I mean I've read them before but I've never actually bothered to write my own. If it's crappy and everything, I'm REALLY sorry. I hope you guys like it. I LOVE YOU, FrUK ♡♥♡♥

OOHH !!! I decided I couldn't wait anymore for this so I'm posting it now. EARLY FRUK DAY PRESENT. WHOOP.

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Francis was staring at Arthur, who was holding onto his waist, lust filled both of their eyes.

"Well things escalated quickly," Arthur sexily whispered into Francis's ear. He shivered at his voice, but soon enough, he slammed his lips back to Arthur's with passion. He held himself up as his hands gripped the couch. Arthur ran his fingers down Francis's bare chest, making lazy circles around his evenly toned muscles. He was surprised that Francis slightly moaned at his touch and decided that the next time he moaned, Arthur would slither his tongue into Francis's mouth. Before he could let out another moan, Francis drew back.

Arthur looked at him in confusion. "Is something wrong, love?"

He looked back at Arthur and cupped his face, kissing him gently. "Do you really want to do this, ma chèrie? I mean, we just started dating.. and... I don't want to hurt you." Traces of worry could be seen in the Frenchman's eyes.

"Yes, love. I am. I have always loved you from a far, but could never feel your tender kisses. Now, I finally have you and I've never been ready." Francis smiled and kissed his forehead.

Francis cleared his throat after a few seconds of the comforting silence. "Bedroom?"

"Now." Arthur grabbed onto his neck as the blue-eyed man picked him up bridal style into his bedroom. Luckily, the door was already open, so all he had to do was lay him on the bed lovingly.

"Oh the things I'm going to with you, ma chèrie," Francis smirked while taking off Arthur's shirt, flinging it to the side. ((Oh gawd. I'm making France sound like the French version of Christian Grey.... FUUUUCCCKKKK)) He returned his seductive gaze back to Arthur and Francis's lips met his smooth skin, placing butterfly kisses all over his neck. Soon, those tender kisses turned into love bites.

While his lover was busy biting him, Arthur was trying to keep his moans from escaping his lips. I just can't make it look like I'm giving him all the control... Why am I acting like such a wimp around him? Where's Pirate Iggy? Francis looked up to see Arthur squirming on the linen sheets with his eyes closed and his mouth pursed in distress.

"You really shouldn't hold it in," he smirked while getting off Arthur's chest, causing his eyes to flutter open.

"W-What?"

"Seriously. I don't want you to burst like that. Although, your pants are a different story."

Arthur looked down to see the bulge in between his legs. He sighed in defeat. "Then, take them off, dammit!" Francis lunged at Arthur's pants, fumbling with the button and zipper. He muttered curses in French when they didn't 'follow his command', so eventually he just broke them. Francis threw them aside, making them land on top of the Brit's clothes pile. Then, he brought his attention back to the middle of Arthur's legs.

"Hmm, should I tease you or just get straight to the point?" Arthur eagerly nodded at the second idea which only made Francis chuckle. "Nah, I'll just tease you."