Midnight Buzz

8 Leave you Begging

Francis moaned as he felt his wrists tightly held above his head, feeling Arthur's lower half being pressed against the crotch of his sweatpants. Arthur was quick to send haste kisses down his chest, grip on his wrists not faulting.

"Arthur... What's this over? Did you not like-"

"Where's your lube?"

The two made eye contact, Francis scattering his gaze across Arthur's face in an attempt to gather any information over the sudden change. Arthur held an unwavering stare between him and Francis, waiting for a response to his gruff inquire.

"Ah.. To your right, second drawer." Francis paused, trying to work his brain to comprehend the sudden change. "Did you not like how I was-"

Arthur let go of his wrists entirely and shook his head eagerly, going to the second drawer and grabbing the bottle of lube there. He looked into the drawer with speed, and also grabbed a condom. "No, I fucking loved it, Francis. I can say that I'll love fucking you more, though."

Francis seemed to still, watching Arthur with wide eyes. "... Hah?" He leaned up on his elbows, watching as Arthur dropped the two items beside him on the mattress, and started to pull at the band of his sweats.

Arthur paused and looked up, watching the other male's sudden concern; blonde curls a disheveled mess from the pulling. He blinked, hands stopping as he held onto the band of his pants at his hips. "I'll.. Love fucking you... More?"

For a brief moment, the hot and heavy air of the room became still and cold; electricity seeping through the walls and intruding on the sinful delights.

Francis watched, utterly confused, face turning red. "Oh." He paused and glanced down at his lap "I... Thought you said something else, nevermind that."

Arthurs hands stilled at his sweatpants, blinking as he physically paused. "Francis, you're.. Ok with that, aren't you?" He tensed, looking to the side as his grip began to falter. "I thought you consented to, well, this... But I should be asking now, because we didn't have this est-"

"Arthur!" Francis leaned up, cupping the others face in his hands to stop his rambling, eyes dancing across his face. "No, no I do want this. I want to have sex with you, I consent to this."

Arthur watched as Francis put in effort to keep him there, giving into a kind smile as he nodded. "Ok, good." He used their closeness to give him a short kiss, then pulling off his sweatpants. "Because.. I want this. I've wanted this for a while, actually." He put the pants on the floor and grabbed the bottle of lube, trying to lighten the mood and giving into a soft chuckle. "I was going to beg if you said otherwise, to invite me other another time you wanted me."

Francis observed, legs spread, giving into a soft chuckle at the kind response. He wasn't expecting Arthur to ask for his consent again; he wasn't expecting to feel so touched by it, either. "Oh, begging? I always pegged you as the type, Kirkland." When Arthur looked up, his gentle smile only grew, giving the silent cue this was only a joking statement.

Arthur smiled openly, pouring some lube onto his fingers and leaning down to kiss Francis as he inserted them into his ass; wanting to prepare him before sex.

"The feelings mutual. I'm hoping to get you begging tonight."

Francis smiled into the kiss while he adjusted to the pair of fingers beginning to stretch him, kissing Arthur's cheek in return. "You'll have to work hard, I don't beg easy."

Arthur watched him, starting to pump his fingers, voice getting a bit gruff as he whispered against his lips. "Want to bet on it?"

Francis reached his hands up to play with and muse Arthur's hair, pursing his lips back and biting his bottom lip. "Mhm.. You seem to be confident now, how are you going to get me begging, Arthur?"