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Francis slowly slid into the nice warm water, adjusting himself near Arthur before flicking around with the switches on the hot tub, turning it on. "Mhhh, the hot tub is nice, isn't it, amour?" The Frenchman cooed, sliding an arm around Arthur's thin pale waist.
The Brit nodded and squirmed slightly at his husband's touch before relaxing and leaning into him. "Yes, it feels quite soothing." He answered.
They sat there for a while, staring up at the dark night sky before Francis finally made a comment. "Arthur?" Arthur sighed when the silence was broken. "Yes, frog?" Francis slapped his free hand over his heart and made a hurt look at the nickname that he hadn't heard in years. He pulled Arthur closer then and looked back up. "You're almost as beautiful as the galaxy, mon amour."
"Almost?" Arthur glanced up to the sky again then looked over to Francis, smirking. Francis nodded. "Oui, almost." He laughed before gently taking a hold of Arthur's chin, kissing him lovingly on the lips. The smaller man's face lit up but he quickly melted into the other, kissing him back, wonderfully.
When Francis felt him kiss back, he teasingly pulled away. He gave him a quick peck on his lips, then started to kiss Arthur's jaw, down to his neck before going back up to his ear. "Je t'aime." He lightly nibbled on his earlobe and before Arthur could let out a moan, Francis silenced him with his mouth again. Arthur shivered and parted his lips, allowing the other access to his mouth. Francis groaned and happily explored his mouth as he lifted him up and pulled the nearly naked man onto his lap. He tilted his head to get a better angle, letting his hands carefully find nice places on Arthur's body. The Brit squirmed around against his hands but kissed back eagerly.