FrUk Fanfiction

Fanfiction Part 7

((WARNING!! Again..Passionate Adult Content >////< It's sort of a continuation of the last chapter. Read at your own risk.))

As the two men continued to grind, they fought with each other for dominance. Arthur gently kissed and nibbled Francis' shoulder and messed with his hair. And Francis had his hands underneath Arthur's pants, squeezing his butt as he nipped at Arthur's neck. After a few moments the two kissed passionately, Francis using his native tongue to explore all the crevices in Arthur's mouth.

Francis then turned beet red as his pants tightened even more."Hm?" Arthur He saw the bulge and chuckled lightly "My my Francis.." he put a hand on the bulge (over the pants) and stroked it with his hand "Someone's eager" he said teasingly. Francis harshly bit his bottom lip, stifling a moan. Arthur clicked his tongue a little and shook his head lightly "So it's not okay for me to do that, but it's okay for you to?" he asked with a small chuckle. He then stuck his hand down the frenchman's pants and lightly stroked his man meat, Arthur leaned in and whispered softly "That doesn't really sound fair, now does it Frannie?" he teased again. Francis quietly and softly moaned "A-Arthur.." he chuckled "Jou mustn't tease me so.". He then smirked and flipped the two of them over so Arthur was on bottom.

Francis kept one hand on Arthur's butt and moved his other one to Arthur's dongle . Francis then licked one of Arthur's nipples before seductively saying "Teasing will get jou in trouble~'. He then moved down to Arthur's *ahem*..dingle dangle, and slowly licked it from the bottom to the top before taking it into his mouth completely. "Nn~" the brit moaned softly with pleasure and put a hand in Francis' hair, gently gripping it.

((I'm not very good at typing or saying stuff like this so I think I'm gonna stop that stuff right there o~o I'm just gonna skip to the end of that. Sorry if I disappointed anyone >-<))

*le time skip*

Francis woke up in a daze; blurry vision, very fatigued, and his body ached like he'd just ran a marathon. He groaned a little "Nn..Zuit aller" He was all sweaty and gross so all he really wanted to do was take a shower. He yawned and glanced over at the other side of the bed, there was a lump of dirty blonde hair resting there while lightly snoring. Francis smiled and ruffled the brit's hair gently before whispering "Mon petit ange..(My little angel..)". He then placed a soft kiss on top of Arthur's head and went into the shower.

Meanwhile the british male woke up about ten minutes later "Mm.." he rolled over onto his stomach and looked at the other side of the bed to find it empty. He groaned, the frenchman had gotten up before him yet again. "Francis~" he called..no response. He turned back over and called again "Francisss" and with that, the frenchman popped his head out of the bathroom "Quoi? (What?)" he asked with a chuckle. The brit motioned with a finger for him to come over, Francis did as he was told and came over, fully dressed. "What is it mon cher (my love)?" he asked softly; Arthur pouted. Francis chuckled "Yes mon petit fleur (my little flower)?", Arthur then reached his arms around Francis' neck and pulled him down into the bed. "Agh!" The frenchman exclaimed with a chuckle "What was zhat for?". The brit giggled and wrapped his legs around the french before cutely saying "I wanted to cuddle."

Francis smiled and playfully sighed "Well I guess I can't argue with zhat. Especially with zhat face." he said then pinched Arthur's cheeks. The brit groaned with a laugh and gently pushed the french away "Francis nooo". The frenchman simply responded with "Zhat's not what jou were saying last night." and smirked slightly. Arthur blushed crimson red "F-Francis!" he sat up, embarrassed. The french chuckled "What? Jou know it's was funny!". He then wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist and rested his chin on his shoulder. He glanced up at him, and waited for a smile to form.