His frown intensified. "I told you to shut up. And are you going to leave now? I'd appreciate it if you did." Arthur did everything in his power to keep from looking into those sultry eyes. If he did, he knew that Francis would get the better of him.
"You don't want me to go. You want me to stay here, even if you're too stupid to admit it." Next he went to work on Arthur's pants, annoyed that he was sitting down. "A little help would be nice."
Lifting his hips, he continued to look away from the other man. "I'm not too stupid. I know exactly what I want, and that is for you to leave me alone."
"You may know what you want, but you never say it." Francis quickly yanked Arthur's pants off in one smooth motion. "If you truly wanted me to leave, why would you have lifted up your hips for me?"
If he could be swallowed up by the chair, now would be the time he wished it would happen. Maybe it was actually some long lost dimension portal to Narnia... "Just go." He said again, knowing full well his demand would be brushed off.
"No." Francis said simply, twirling some of Arthur's hair around his finger. He took one lean leg in his hand, rubbing small circles with his thumb. "With legs this smooth, people might think you shave."
"Who cares what people think. It's not like normal people go around feeling each other's legs. Maybe it's one of your messed up habits, but everyone already knew that you are no where near normal."
Smiling seductively, Francis placed kisses all along those fine legs, his hair hanging around his face so he could hardly see. "Being normal is so boring, non?"
Shivering from the kisses on his legs as well as the stubble lightly brushing them, Arthur just grunted. "You should try it for a while; being normal that is. Then you can say if it's boring or not."
A low chuckle, deep in his throat. "I was normal when I was back home. In France, this is completely normal. Here I get so much more reaction, so it is better." His hands slid farther up Arthur's gorgeous legs, to the sensitive inner thigh.
"Just because the French are culturally perverted doesn't mean that you should take advantage of that fact in America." Even as his inner thigh was lightly brushed, he forced himself to finish his sentence. If it was anyone else, he would have jumped down and taken the other quickly and forcefully by this point, but since it was Francis, he still didn't want to do it with him.
It might have been their third time about to shag, but Arthur still didn't want the wine bastard. Of course not. His hand might be extremely close to his straining prick, but he wasn't going to do anything about it but growl. That's all.
"Stop your bloody teasing and just touch me already!"
"Your wish is my command." The hand that was previously on Arthur's thigh was lifted and one finger slid up the length of his cock. Alright, so he was still teasing, but he wanted Arthur to beg. Just slightly.
He wasn't going to beg. He wasn't going to beg. He wasn't going to... Bloody hell. "Put your mouth to good use and suck me off!" If it was possible, his entire body flushed red at his own forwardness.
"That isn't very polite of you. You didn't even say please." Where was this slightly sadistic side coming from? Francis had never felt that before. He smeared around the precum with his thumb.
Bucking into the touch, Arthur finally looked down at the man between his legs and promptly lost all his willpower to stop either of them. "I'll fucking say please when I want to. Now suck me off and then get the bloody hell out of here." A mean gleam found its way into his emerald eyes as he stared down sapphire coloured ones that were glinting up at him.
"So if I don't suck you off, I won't have to leave? Alright." He continued to play with the cock with his hand, but didn't bring his mouth closer. "By the way, are you fine with doing this here?"
"Argh!" Arthur exclaimed, finally releasing his anger towards Francis. He all but jumped to his feet and started stomping over to his bedroom, dragging the Parisian by his hair. "Bedroom. Now." Normally he would have felt awkward walking the short distance to his room with a full, weeping erection, but something about the man changed his disposition.
"Ah!, Mon cher, let go of my hair!" Francis twisted out of the grip, rubbing his head. "That hurt." He followed the blond into his bedroom, and took down his boxers that he had kept on till now.
"Does it seem like I fucking care by this point?" He didn't wait for the Frenchman before climbing up onto his bed and looking over his shoulder as the other did as well.
"Someone is eager." The Frenchman said as he also climbed into the bed, crawling on top of Arthur, running his hands along the side of his body. "I hope you aren't thinking you are going to be on top."
"If you stop torturing me, I won't. But that's only if you start shagging me now." Arthur had throw away all of his pride at this point; his prick demanding his mouth to say all these things to finally get the friction it desired. Damn that snail-eating git for being so bloody attractive and invasive. If it wasn't for his off-hand comments, none of this would have happened, he was sure of it.
"Ah, but if I did that, you would be the one regretting it. Should I even bother asking if you have any lube?" Francis said, wishing he had brought some. It looked like they were going to have to use saliva like the first time.
A second of silence passed as Arthur tried to rut himself against the Frenchman's stomach. "...Under the bed in a box." He didn't have to say more than that.
Well, that was surprising. Francis leaned over the bed, looking under it and sure enough found a box. "Even you can have a naughty box. Amazing." He opened the lid and reached inside, pulling out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. "A really naughty box."
His face turning back to its regular red whenever Francis was around, Arthur tried fighting for the box. "Just get the lube and put it back! Stop looking!"
"Oh, what else is in here?" In the struggle, the box fell on the floor, spilling all its contents. Francis started laughing almost immediately. "You have a vibrator!" He went to examine things more thoroughly. "A porn magazine? And, not a girl in it. And you tried to say you weren't gay."
Arthur attempted to push Francis off the bed. "Do you want me to castrate you right now?" Even through the struggle and the embarrassment, his prick didn't soften at all; too needy for attention at this point.
"Well that would be no fun." Francis picked out of the pile a small bottle of lube. "You should really get rose scented lube. It's the best." He crawled back on the bed, squirting some on his finger.
With a growl, he just watched as the Frenchman warmed up the slick liquid a bit before bringing his hand down between his legs. When the first finger slipped in, Arthur simultaneously pushed himself onto the digit and fisted the sheets below them. Now that he was finally being touched again, his cock twitched slightly even though it wasn't the part getting the friction.
"Like this, you are also cute." Francis smiled, leaning down to kiss him on the lips, opening his mouth as the other was opened, tongues entwining. He pulled away slightly. "You're not much for foreplay, are you?"
Deciding not to answer with words, Arthur just pulled the other's head back down to continue assaulting each other's mouths as another finger joined the first. Cringing a bit, he allowed them to start scissoring apart to eventually make way for a third and then Francis' prick. Arthur wanted to pin the reason why he was shagging the blond on the fact that he was just desperate, but then why would he do it with him three times?
As he was stretched, he took one of his hands and put it between their bodies, grabbing a hold of both of their cocks before slowly starting to pump. The Frenchman was already as hard as he was, so it didn't take long before they had to pull away from each other to grab a quick breath and for Arthur to release a pent up moan.
His third finger went in fairly easily, Francis noted. With Arthur's hand on his cock, he wanted to get inside him as soon as possible, but he didn't want to hurt the blond. Something this precious should be handled with care, and put in a glass case, and - oh fuck this. He took his fingers out and placed himself at the entrance without even putting lube on his own shaft. "Are you ready?"
"Just do it!" Arthur snapped, trying to push himself onto the Parisian's length. His embarrassment somehow had managed to turn into extreme lust and he was ready to be throughly fucked into his bed by the perverted man.
Francis thrust his hips forward, entering Arthur as slowly as was possible for him right now, which wasn't slow at all. He gave a small groan of pleasure and leaned as far down as he could in this position, needing more physical contact.
As soon as Francis was completely in him and starting to thrust, the Brit wrapped his legs around the other, urging him to move more. Moaning as he complied to his silent demand, Arthur arched his back, making their chests touch for a moment.
"Merde, you are so good." Francis bent down, kissing him on the neck, his cheek, anywhere he could. "I love you, mon cher."
"Fuck... You..." He managed to grunt out, pulling their mouths together once more. A few seconds of duelling teeth, tongues and lips were stopped as Arthur continued, his eyes almost black with his sexual appetite. "Stop bloody say-ah!-ing things like that! Y-you probably say them -Ohgod- to everyone!" Through his 'speech', neither had slowed down with their love making, if anything the Englishman was rocking faster onto Francis' prick.
"Not true." Francis said quietly, barely succeeding to keep his voice level. He didn't say it to everyone, of course. There were some men that wanted to hear it before going to bed, but he didn't usually say it unless he had to. So he was saying it to Arthur because... he wanted to? Whatever, his mind was too filled with the blond right then to think of complex things like that.
Arthur just grit his teeth together as they continued to move together. He didn't hear just what Francis said, but it was probably something perverted like everything else that came out of his mouth. With his legs already around the other, he then put his hands on the bed to lift him up a bit to be able to push harder down.
Balancing himself on one hand, Francis reached down to fumble with Arthur's weeping cock, surprised by just how hard it had gotten. "You are still so tight, even though this is the third time we have made love."
"Shut the fuck up." It was still a sore spot for him to know that they in fact had already had sex before the 'first time' because that meant that the Frenchman knew he could probably get it again from him. It wasn't as though he didn't want to boink someone but having it be Francis was a low blow to his pride in a way.
"If you tell everyone to shut up, and everyone does, it would be a very boring life." The Frenchman said right before he brought his mouth to Arthur's so that he wouldn't have to hear his retort. It was possibly the best way to shut someone up.
When Arthur tried to pull away from the kiss, Francis just pushed his mouth back down on his so that he still wasn't able to respond. It wasn't as if he could anyways, from being shagged and having his prick being fondled. As it was, he was already gasping and moaning into the mouth on his.
He watched in pleasure as Arthur arched his back after a particularly deep thrust. Francis moved his hips slightly, trying for a different angle so that he was sure to hit that sweet spot with each thrust. He let those soft English lips fall from his as he said, "Well, I have said I love you, do you have a reply for me?"
With a loud moan from his sweet spot being hit, Arthur gasped out. "No." And left it at that. He wasn't going to tell Francis that if it was a lie. Because it still would have been one... Wouldn't it? There was no way he was already in love with the insufferable blond.
"Thanks, I knew you loved me too." Francis bent down and kissed Arthur once again, wanting more contact. From the way the blond put his arms around him, pulling their bodies closer, he could tell that Arthur needed the same thing.
The feel of their sweat slicked bodies touching each other just amplified the desire Arthur had to orgasm. Not because he wanted to finish, but more because he was getting so much attention to his lower half that he could feel how close he was.
"You better not try to run away again after you finish." Francis said between thrusts. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate on the simple rhythm, his hips just wanting to get in there as fast and as often as possible, caring nothing for timing. He could tell they were both getting close.
"It's m-ah-y apaaaaahrtment. Why w-would I run?" His words started morphing together and coming out more as moans as he started jerking back onto the shaft inside him irregularly. It just took a few more sporadic thrusts inside him and a few hard pulls on his weeping cock before he released hard onto both of their stomachs, causing him to yell as he rode the waves of his climax.
Not being able to last much longer than his partner, Francis picked up the pace of his thrusts, digging his fingers into Arthur's hips to pull in farther. Then he came, feeling as if liquid fire was spilling from him into the Englishman.
The feel of the Parisian filling him with his boiling hot load caused Arthur to jerkily let go of his body and laid his feet back on the bed, keeping his arms around the blasted Frenchman. Together, they panted off the high they were both in before he turned on his side, trying to ignore the Frenchman that was still over top of him.
"Are you going to let me stay? Because either way, I am not getting off this bed 'til morning, and neither are you." Francis said, sliding off Arthur and holding their sweaty bodies tight together.
"Well then don't touch me." He whispered threateningly, already falling asleep. If Francis had to be there with him, he wasn't about to allow him to molest him in his sleep.
Not saying anything, Francis just continued to hold him close, placing his body so it was against Arthur's, bending his knees so they were the same. Arthur rested his head on the Frenchman's arm, almost completely asleep. A thought quickly went through Francis' head about how nice it was that they were spooning.