If Walls Could Hear

by Shiralala

Some exchanges were never meant to be heard. But these stories don't have any M-rated things, trust me. I wrote it. The first one is probably the shortest thing I've ever written. And it's FrUK.

"Oh…"

Arthur panted as he lay on his stomach, at this point completely giving himself up to the Frenchman above him.

Francis hummed, adjusting his weight slightly to provide a different angle.

"Ah! Right there again—yes" Arthur tried not to moan with pleasure as Francis pushed on the spot that hurt but it was so good-

Arthur sighed as Francis finished, and then rolled off him, smirking slightly. With a bit of effort, Arthur raised his head to scowl at him. "I... I wouldn't mind terribly if you did that more often," the Brit said quietly. Francis' smile grew. "Mon ami, will you do me now?" He asked, watching as Arthur's face flushed. "Hell no!" He snappily replied, pouting.

"You know I'm no good at giving back massages."