Random Fruk

Working

England is studying in the study wile France gets a little annoyed with England working to much.

France comes behind England wrapping his arms around him kissing his neck softly. England hums leaning back pressing his back on France's chest. France chuckled and starts to lick his neck.

"F-France....... I still have work to do," said the Brit in the thick accent he carried that drives France mad with lust.

"Mon amour you have been working for hours~," purred the Frenchman the words just rolling off his tongue making the Brit shiver.

"Francis please I need to finish this. I can't leave work unfinished the queen...." England trailed off and gasped as France nipped his soft spot.

"You were saying~"

"France can you stop messing wi-" England grips the chair moaning, "Francis~!"

France continued to mess with the Brit leaving marks on his neck and doing various things to please England.

England spun around kissing France roughly with passion. France kissed back and he started to unbutton England's shirt. England slipped his hands up France's shirt tracing his figure. France smirked in the kiss and picked up England. England slipped oh his shirt and started at France's shirt as France led then to their room. When they got in France pinned England to the bed after slipping off his shirt. England blushed slightly but smiled and started at France's belt messing with him. France growled and ripped off the belt on both off them along with pants and boxers and France stuck a finger into England. England gasped,

"Bloody git!"

"Haven't you learnt not to tease me."

"Well maybe it's fun~"

France stuck in another do her and scissored making the Brit moan. France stuck in a mother finger and made sure England was stretched him properly. He then flipped England to lay in his stomach and thrusted himself into England. England screamed gripping the sheets tears in his eyes.

"Tell me when to-"

"Move!"

"E-"

"I said move you bloody git!"

France began to trust. England moaned for more. France hit England prostrate.

"BLOODY FUCKING HELL THERE!!!!"

France adjusted himself an continues to thrust there and England moaned for much more.

(You greedy little whore)

Furnace cumed inside England and flipped England over and barley got to do anything before England cumed in France's mouth. France swallowed. "That was fast."

"Well you are to good."

France flopped beside England panting softly and pulled the covers over them. Then someone busted through the door.

"Bloody hell! a-America knock next time!!!!"

"What is-"

"Out!"

"B-"

"I SAID BLOODY GET OUT YOU BLOODY FUCKIG GIT!!!!!!!!!!!"

The American shut the door.

"Bloody git."

"I heard that!"

"GO AWAY!"

"No!"

England muttered something eyes glowing slightly. America screamed running down the hallways. England smiled and kisses France sweetly. After a wile France pulled away. You really need to stop doing that to 'im."

"Well tell the git to stop bloody peeping."

"Maybe he is finds this sexy."

"Or he wants me to date him."

France chuckles, "or moi."

"Nope. You are a hot British gentleman." Joked England.

"No I'm a sexy Frenchman~"

"Nope you aren't sexy."

"Oh so everything is about you."

"Maybe~"

"I'm just lucky I got the queens permission."

"She wouldn't have cared either way you know that right."

France shrugged. "She is like your mom."

"You don't have a mom."

"Not funny mon amour."

England fell asleep in France's arms.

"Mon amour?" Furnace looked down to see England fast asleep and chuckled lightly, "just like an angle," he smiled, "ma charie sleep well." Then France drifted off to sleep.