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I don't own anything

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"Nngh...ah, no...."

"Yes..."

Lips kissed his skin, scorching and burning. The temperature was surely rising, or else it wouldn't be so hot in the room.

"You.... need to hang from a telephone, ah... wire....." He said though a strained voice. Eyes narrowed in a satisfied way.

"Non~, I think it is you that needs to hang from a wire... you say such things, yet your body says different things." He cooed, grinding against the Briton. Immediately, his body jolted and his voice came out on torn cries, sensitive to the violation.

"Ah~, you're so cute down here. It amazes me how sensitive you are."

"Ah, ngh.... you.... arse...."

A hand slipped down the front of his pants and squeezed, making his eyes roll to the back of his head.

"Private, you are too cute." He said, leaning in and kissing him.

"Mnph, nn.... ah, Archey...."

"Oh, you finally said my name."

Private's eyes were hazed out of focus, but they were able to see the figure that loomed above him. Gray strands of long and short hair curtained down, green eyes blazed, and lips were curled. How could he like the Frenchman so much?

He looped his arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, and happily the frog obliged. Skillful hands pulled his pants and briefs down in one go, exposing the other to the cool air. A shudder rippled through their bodies as tongues played and hands fumbled. A groan escaped the Brit when he felt Archey press them together, his hand pumping up and down. Fire seared through his veins as he went faster, the coil in his lower stomach tightening.

"A-Archey.... I, I can't... I'm cu-"

He cired out as his body gave a violent shudder and arched. He spilled himself over his stomach and chest, and with a few more pumps the other came with a groan, covering the panting boy with his own seed. Both fell limp, and Archey let his weight fall onto the Briton, but he didn't suffocate him.

"Archey.... you're, a terror..." He said through an airy voice. A smirk played at the Frenchman's lips.

"But that felt good, no?"

Private rolled his eyes.

"I'll admit.... it did."

Archey shifted his position to kiss the other. "Mngh.... then, don't sound so angry."

"...You're still a liar."

A laugh was all that he got. "But I am half French."

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Penguins of the Madagascar Humanized. Don't kill me.

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