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YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL

"You're beautiful."

A searing kiss from his lover cut off whatever negative response Arthur could've said.

"You're beautiful," Francis murmured against the other's lips before placing feather-like kisses on the Brit's neck and Arthur could only respond by tightening his grip on his lover's hair.

"You're beautiful."

Arthur's mind reeled from the Frenchman's touch, gentle and loving and affirming his words, but there was a voice still that told him to reject it.

He wasn't beautiful. He was ugly, appalling, disgusting...

He was hideous.

And yet...

"You're beautiful."

Francis repeated and Arthur longed to tell him the truth, but the sensations brought him too much pleasure. The feeling of the other's skin on his, the other's lips on his, and Francis in him put the smaller man in a daze and he almost couldn't remember what he had to say.

"You're beautiful."

"No..." He wasn't beautiful. He wasn't beautiful. He wasn't—

"You're beautiful."

"Francis, please... Stop saying that." He wasn't beautiful. He wasn't beautiful. He wasn't—

"Non," was the Frenchman's immediate reply. "I will not stop saying it until you believe it."

"But I'm not—"

"You're beautiful." And with each thrust, Francis made sure to assault that one spot that made Arthur's back arch as he kept saying the same phrase over and over.

"You're beautiful."

For a while Arthur couldn't reject him, for all that spilled from his mouth were moans of pleasure that seemed to make his lover smile and say that phrase louder.

"You're beautiful."

Their moments of passion left them both a panting mess, but Arthur couldn't let Francis go just yet. "I'm not beautiful."

"You're beautiful" was his lover's almost immediate response. "Did you not see me worship you earlier? Mon ange, there has to be a limit on the things you refuse to see."

"But I'm not, Francis, I'm not."

"You're beautiful."

"Francis..."

"You're beautiful."

"Stop saying that, please..."

"You're beautiful."

"I'm not..." But Arthur was breaking and his tears rolled out of his eyes without his permission.

"You're beautiful," Francis said again, cupping his lover's cheeks and kissing his eyes softly. "Don't you believe me?"

As he buried his face in the other's bare shoulder, tears still streaming down his cheeks, Arthur found that he did.

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