FrUK: From The Start

Part Ten

Francis Bonnefoy liked to be lingering in the bedroom. He liked to start out slowly with tiny kisses and cuddles, clothing coming off at a relaxed pace as he whispered romantic nonsense into his lover's hair and ears and skin.
This was exactly what he wanted to do with Arthur.
But his husband was a thirsty hoe.
He jumped at Francis the moment the hotel door swung shut and kissed him with a craving mouth.
"Arzhur..."
"I've waited too long for you to just tease me like this, frog." Arthur pulled Francis to the bed, pinning him down.
"Taking control, are you, mon Cher?"
"Yes, well, I did spend the past ten months healing from anal injuries, so I think I deserve to top."
"Oh~" Francis grinned as Arthur started kissing his neck, eagerly undoing the buttons of his shirt clumsily.
He ran his fingers through the hair on Francis's chest, sucking and kissing at his collarbone as the Frenchman moaned and tilted the Brit's chin up to face him. "Mon Cher, come 'ere."
"What do you want, git."
"I want to do zhat."
"I don't like it when you do that."
"Say zhat to zhe moans you make when I do it."
Arthur pouted as Francis moved so he was now on top. He started to kiss and suck at the Brit's thick brow, urged on by his husband's loud moans. He stopped, moving his kisses downward to the Brit's chest and belly. He kissed every stretch mark he saw, leading down to the top of Arthur's pants.
He unbuttoned them and pulled them down along with his boxers.
"Bonjour old friend." He smirked at his second favourite penis in the world.
It was just as firm and well composed as he remembered. This was the kind of dick who had its shit together. It had studied at Cambridge and recited Shakespeare on its days off.
Francis's baguette, now being extracted by Arthur's hands, was more like a show horse rider, sturdy and well formed with the constant urge to ride an unruly beast.
Francis pressed his lips to the head of Arthur's cock, feeling it twitch. He kissed it lightly.
"Ungh, Francis. No teasing."
"Zhe suspense is what makes zhe climax better, no?"
As a response, Arthur pressed Francis's head down so he had his entire mouth around the member. The blonde Frenchman choked at the surprise but preceded to suck.
The thing about Arthur's penis, was that Francis knew every curve. He knew just where to press with his tongue, just when to suck, to please his lover.
Things hadn't changed. Arthur's moans and sighs were exactly like they had been every since they learned to bring each other pleasure.
"Are you ready to take moi?" Francis asked just before Arthur let loose his seed.
"Yeah."
"All aboard."
Arthur grinned and rolled them over yet again. He positioned himself at Francis's entrance. "Choo choo.~"
He slid in, Francis groaning in pain.
Arthur thrusted, causing Francis to arch his back and cling to his husband where've he could.
Arthur released his seed into Francis without warning him. Francis let loose only a few moments later, breathing heavily and struggling to hold Arthur as closely as possible.
"Je t'aime, mon ange." He whispered.
"I love you too frog."