Midnight Buzz

9 Praise the Lord

Something inside of Arthur became shattered hearing Francis mumble hotly near his ear the way he did. Once the wrapper was broken, he was quick to take it from the other's grasp and put it on himself. He moved Francis up against the headboard with strong, eager arms and held onto his hip. Despite the fact he was haste and more than wanting to fuck the other senseless, he inserted himself with care and watched the other's face as guidance.

"You don't have a shift tomorrow, right?"

Francis peeked an eye open as he played with Arthur's hair, looking up at the other man with a small break of laughter erupting from his lips. He grew a content, dazed, and distracted smile as he admired the other. Dirty blonde hair a mess against his forehead and scalp, and dark green eyes watching him with both infatuation and recognition. The straight edge of his nose created a shadow as the moonlight shone through the cracks of the drapes, steel earrings gleaming in the light.

"If I do, I won't be showing up. I'm planning on waking up at noon with you and having our first impromptu brunch date, really."

Arthur observed Francis with helpless affection. Christ, he really was in too deep. His heart skipped a beat hearing the tired, raw laugh and warm smile come from his lips. The messy waves of his hair, the soul of his eyes, and the redness of his cheeks made Francis Bonnefoy look absolutely angelic in the eyes of his partner.

"Well, good. I have no protests for that. I honestly wouldn't mind cooking in for you, if you don't want to go out."

Francis barely processed the growing smile he wore, focusing on Arthur's face and voice rather than paying attention to the feeling of being filled by his cock. He bit his lip and nodded as he found himself giving into a dull chuckle, musing and playing with the other's hair as he felt Arthur's hips begin to thrust and sway against him.

"That sounds, ah... Absolutely.. Lovely, Arthur."

The last reaction Arthur expected of himself was a soft and short huft of a laugh, but it was one he expressed without second thought. Tonight, he lost all questioning of his actions and stopped second guessing how he acted. Everything he did to Francis was unfiltered and honest; it felt great to see that Francis didn't mind one bit.

"You sound even better. And... You look even better than that." Francis peered up as he heard Arthur speak, feeling his breath escape his lungs at the raw compliment, as well as feeling the other thrust inside him. "God, I know this is probably a horrible time to say so, but I think you're just fantastic, Francis."

Arthur pursed his lips back and stared at every other part of Francis than his eyes, hoping that his words would be brushed off if they weren't taken seriously. He softened the grip of his hands around his hips and rubbed the skin gently with his thumbs as he quickened the pace of his thrusts, looking up quickly as he felt the kind hands playing with his hair move to cup his jaw.

Francis smoothly tilted the other's head up with care, staring at Arthur attently through glazed eyes. Face warm, with a stare generating more heat through strong affection and appreciation, he looked into his eyes with full dedication and focus. Trying to put together words to say proved to be harder than he thought, open mouth giving into a ghostly moan as he glanced down to watch the quick drive feeding his wants.

"Oh fuck, Arthur.. The feeling is more- much more than mutual. Christ..."

Arthur let his hands travel up to embrace Francis' lean torso and pull him flush against his body. Planting a heavy, pure kiss to his cheek as he increased the momentum. Francis basked in the open kiss that he was given, arms tightly wrapped behind the other's neck as he widened his legs. Eagerly turning his head, he met Arthur's lips with a divine hunger, moaning against his lips as the was rammed into.

The room felt hot. Moans were shared between rushed, frantic kisses as limbs gripped and tugged upon one another. Francis stretched his legs out and attached them onto Arthur's hips, hands absently gripping onto the other's messy hair. He tilted his head back through a loud moan and whined as he felt Arthur's mouth immediately attract to the open skin of his neck.

Mutters and murmurs removed the silence that wasn't occupied with moans. Francis wallowed under his partner, reveling in the feeling of having his neck painted with bites and loving bruises. The sensation of having Arthur's hard, well endowed cock driving into him made him forget his name. Hearing his low, sultry voice mumble against his skin or into his ear drove him crazy.

"My God, Francis... Fuck- fuck! How the Hell didn't this happen sooner?"

"Arthur! Ah, ah- shit! There! There, m-more! Please, Arthur!"

Space was welcomed back between the two; Arthur moving back and plunging his cock into Francis with unrestrained need. Licking his lips and cursing as he did so, one hand gripped onto his gentle hip as the other was quick to further stimulate Francis' dick. Stroking, rubbing, and thoroughly handling him lead to shrill moans furnishing the room. Francis gripped onto the headboard, crying out of sexual pleasure.

"Arthur! Arthur! Yes, yes! Oh fuck!"

Head swimming through heat, Francis felt his brain was fried. Only able to moan out and speak through easy syllables, Arthur was the only prominent thought. His mind was blank and dazed, with the other's name being the only clear notion. His cock began to stir through release, spurts of cum falling over his stomach.

"God, yes! Ah- ah! Arthur!"

Lead by prominent, needy moans of his name - and being fueled by the undeniable pleasure that was the absolute consciousness of Francis overwhelmed with his cock - Arthur was besotted with viewing Francis come undone. The rushing, brash tempo only increased as he removed the hand from his cock to his thigh; supporting and holding up his leg as his thrusts became erratic.

Francis panted as he laid, tired and spent; feeling sensitivity take its toll as Arthur finished off in him. Francis peeked a weary eye open and gave into a drowsy grin, finding himself faintly chuckling as Arthur pulled out of him. He watched the man fondly, studying him with full regard.

Tying the condom and throwing it in the bin across the room, Arthur sat on the bed for a moment to catch his breath. His mind was vacant of any intellect thoughts as he could only focus on his primal necessities. Feeling the weight of the bed shift flew past him, but the gentle pair of lips that kissed his shoulder went unignored. Arthur sighed in content as he felt Francis' merciful, compassionate hands embrace his waist.

"Do you want to stay in tomorrow, or should we go somewhere where they still serve breakfast and coffee by the time we wake up?"

Arthur felt a grin start to spread upon his cheeks as he listened to the kind words whispered against his shoulder, turning and pushing Francis' hair out of his eyes. For a moment, the two sat beside one another, Francis sinking his head down into the comfort of Arthur's palm stroking his cheek. The electricity shared through their gazes were absent, instead, the warmth of a growing flame was expressed.

"As long as I'll be waking up next to you, anything will be fine, Francis."