Midnight Buzz

6 For Us

Arthur simply blinked as he was taken out of the kiss, eyes dancing across Francis' face, trying to register what he was just told. He watched as Francis gently used his long fingers to grab his phone and keys out of his hands, putting them on the counter to his exposed kitchen. ".. Hey."

With the space between them now, Arthur took the time to look Francis up and down as he put his items on the counter. He watched his exposed back with interest, letting his eyes travel down and seeing the other only clad in a pair of baggy sweatpants; blonde hair in a tousled, curly mess up to his shoulders.

Francis turned around with a vibrant smile, putting his hands behind him and holding onto the side of the counter as he inspected Arthur with an observant and careful eye. He took his time, drawing his gaze down from his hair to his shoes, then staring into his eyes with a small laugh. "Took you long enough. I was starting to think you actually were going to leave me high and dry."

Arthur felt his chest start to flutter at the sight of Francis, shaking his head and giving into a small sigh of a laugh as he approached the other. The air in the room was content, but the electricity of it all settled below the calm surface.

He put his hands on Francis' hips and looked down, taking the time to appreciate the newly discovered difference in height between them. Arthur found himself smiling, seeing a difference of a few inches between him and Francis. "Why would I do that? Come on, you gave me some incentive, I would be dumb to pass up on this." He tilted his head and looked at Francis questioningly, leaning in close and initiating another kiss.

Before their lips met again, Francis gave into a gentle smile, giving Arthur a slow and smooth smooch; instead of a rushed one out of anticipation and excitement. He parted, palms supporting him as he moved up to sit on the counter, and then putting his hands on Arthur's shoulders. He looked at him for a moment, trying to mask the fact his stomach felt like it was doing flips.

Francis kissed his cheek, then trailing his lips down to his jaw and neck. He left kisses generously between his words, smiling as he felt Arthur's hands go to his hips and hold him. "I requested you, not the other way around. You had all the right to decline, Arthur. Especially if you didn't want this... For us, you know?" He wanted to address the elephant in the room, and deeply hoped Arthur knew what he meant by that.

When he heard Arthur hum against his ear and kiss his temple, Francis assumed he knew exactly what he was saying.

"No, I want this. I... Want you, Francis. Like this." Arthur paused, tensing slightly as he parted to stare at Francis. "Do you want this for the two of us? This kind of-" He was cut off by the feeling of soft hands cupping his cheeks and careful lips on top of his own.

"Yes. More than I can verbally express."

Arthur returned the touch quickly, not wanting to leave a single kiss from Francis alone and unreciprocated. He felt a small laugh from under his lips and smiled, parting briefly to glance down and hold onto the sides of Francis' thighs; running his hands lasciviously over the coarse fabric of his sweats.

Francis was taken aback by the action, glancing down at the hands rubbing his thighs before kissing Arthur with full indiscretion. He let his hands tease and dishevel his hair as they made out, lifting his legs up and generously wrapping them loosely around the others hips.

Francis leaned back, immensely enjoying the feeling of Arthur's hands grabbing onto his thighs while they kissed. Suddenly, he found himself raised, and lifted off the counter. Parting with shock, he looked down and saw Arthurs hands moved to his ass, then staring up at his face and giving into a laugh as he was carried away from counter.

Arthur grinned as he saw Francis react to his actions, chuckling as the other leaned forward and tightened his grip while peppering kisses all over his face. "Where's your bedroom, exactly? With all care, I'm not going to screw you on the couch."

He watched with adoration as Francis parted, giving into a playful pout. The mans hands left the back of his skull and instead pulled onto the hoodie Arthur wore, legs tight around his waist now. "Why not?" He murmured, lifting his eyebrows and staring into his eyes with sexual intrigue, hands slowly going under the jacket and running down his torso.