"So, when was the last time someone has made love to you, Arthur?" Asked Francis as he and the blond Brit laid together in bed that same night. He was naked, the room was dark, and the dim candlelight cast a glow on the Frenchman's body, making the curly – haired man look like an angel from Heaven.

"It's been way too long." Replied Arthur, a complete nervous wreck by this point. The other man was naked as well, and, he had to admit, he felt a little insecure compared to Francis' angelic form. He took note of how toned his partner's muscles were, how beautiful his hair was, and how deep his eyes appeared under the faint glow.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked Arthur.

Arthur aimed his eyes to the floor. "I'm thinking about how beautiful you are," He chuckled. "And why on earth you would want to sleep with me in the first place."

The blue – eyed man sighed and shook his head. "Arthur, I've wanted to sleep with you for three years. Now, stop being an idiot and get into bed with me." He said with a smile and lifted the comforter to make room for Arthur.

Arthur had to admit, Francis had a way of easing all of his worries. He beamed and let out a small laugh. "All right, if you say so."

The Frenchman pretended to pout. "Oh, Arthur. You still have your clothes on, and that simply won't do." He leaned over to his partner seductively and quickly pinned the Brit to the bed.

This time, Arthur did not try to fight Francis' advances.

The curly – haired man took the tip of Arthur's dark green tie into his mouth and began to pull until it came loose. However, he did not completely remove it just yet. "I've always admired a man with a tie."

"And I've always wanted to get fucked by a man who knows how to love." Arthur replied, leaning in to steal another kiss.

Francis smirked, his eyes sparkling with passion and need. "Well, I never would have guessed you'd be one for poetry." He said as he started to slowly unbutton the Englishman's dress shirt.

Arthur winked. "There is still quite a lot you don't know about me. Now, are you going to play with my clothes all night, or would you rather have some fun with my body instead?"

The man on top leaned over to bite his partner's ear.

Arthur can't recall the last time someone had paid so much attention to every detail of his body. Francis was treating the Brit as though he were a masterpiece, taking his time to caress each and every detail. A jolt shot down his spine, and his leg twitched involuntarily.

The last time Arthur had sex was with a man who raped him, and the time before that he slept with someone who betrayed him. However, deep down, the man hoped that this time, sleeping with Francis would be different.

"F-Francis! What are you- ah!" Cried Arthur with desperation as his lover slowly began to massage his inner thighs. He quickly learned to relax underneath the touch and, soon enough, his legs began to feel like two wonderful bowls of jelly. "How on earth do you do that?" Asked the Brit in a dreamy state.

"Oh, mon Cher, the French never reveal their secrets." Francis then started to trail his fingers up Arthur's thighs, leading to another sensitive region.

Arthur shook his head. "Yeah, right. When has anyone ever said tha- oh… what're you doing now?"

Francis sighed. "Arthur, could you melt like this for me every night?"

The green – eyed man nodded. "Of course. As long as you keep doing whatever it is you're doing to me right now that's making me feel so great."

The curly – haired blond laughed at his boyfriend's response. "Hmmm… you mean this?" He asked as he pumped Arthur's length up and down rhythmically. Every now and then, Francis would tease the other man's tip with the edge of his tongue.

The cool air left by Francis' wet tongue on the tip of his groin caused a shiver to trail down his spine once again. "Whatever you're doing makes me feel like I'm weightless, or I'm floating…"

The Frenchman planted a kiss on Arthur's forehead. "That's just my skilled hands making you feel so good, love."

"I-I might…" Panted Arthur. The green – eyed Brit began to feel a little something stir up inside his belly. His groin felt so full, and all he needed was a sweet release.

"No, we're not done yet. We've just started. Suck on these." Francis ordered as he put three of his fingers in front of his boyfriend's face. "The fun has just started, and I forbid you to come until I'm finished with you."

Arthur shuddered again, the pleasure really starting to fuck with his mind, especially when Francis was so dominating. "You know, I think I might come every night if you keep talking like that." He said before he took all three of Francis' fingers inside of his mouth.

A couple minutes later, Francis removed his fingers, causing Arthur's mouth to make a popping sound. The Brit appeared disappointed at first but smiled when Francis ordered him to turn over.

"It's been so long since someone has prepared me like this.'' Arthur said, rather sadly.

Hearing this broke Francis' poor heart. "Mon Cher, you are a delicacy. Only sleep with those who treat you as such. Now, I can feel that you are a little tight. Just relax." He whispered and slowly rubbed his lover's back until Arthur moaned in response. This was the signal for the blue – eyed blond to continue.

Francis eased his length into Arthur's hole, and this caused him to flinch slightly, but relaxed the moment Francis found his prostate. "But I don't want to sleep with anyone else. I - I just want to sleep with you. I may not have been with many people throughout my life, but no one has ever made me feel this special, not like you have."

Even though Francis would not admit it, he would have cried upon hearing Arthur's words. A single tear rolled down his cheek, but he smiled. "Come for me, my darling."