**Warning! Semi – weird sex chapter!**

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"I'm sorry if your Christmas was a bust, mon Cher." Francis sighed as he and Arthur retired to their shared bedroom.

Gilbert came home with them as well, but with a little guest in tow. However, the German actually did not plan on having sex with Matthew. Instead, the shy boy was taking care of a rather drunk Gilbert, and the German felt guilty so he promised to take his new friend out to a nice brunch the next day.

"No! It wasn't a bust at all, love." Arthur assured as he had begun to remove his dress clothes and into something more comfortable for bed. "In fact, I found it quite amusing. My family Christmases could not compare to that at all! And, the most important thing was that you cared if I had a nice time. Which I totally did. Remind me to give you a gold star for that." He winked.

The Frenchman chuckled. "I know another way that you can repay me. Hey, do you think we'll all be murdered by Ludwig on Monday morning?"

The Brit's expression transformed to pure shock. "Oh yeah. There's no avoiding that. Even Alfred will have a red bottom by the end of the afternoon. I think each one of us embarrassed the poor lad in one way, or another, so I think we're better off just taking our punishment if it makes him happy. It must be torture dealing with all of us, after all. I'm tired now. Come into bed and cuddle me." Arthur finished with a yawn.

"You don't have to tell me twice." Said the other man with a smile. Francis opened the covers beside Arthur and scooched in close until their bodies touched. "I still have to give you a present, you know." Reminded the curly blond as he ran his fingers through his partner's short locks.

"What you've done for me is more than enough as a present." The Brit said and rolled over until he was underneath Francis' arm.

"I'm not quite tired yet, how about you?" Asked the Frenchman with a suggestive smile.

Arthur definitely knew what the smile intended, and it made him blush. "R-really? You're up for round two?"

"Oui. Being around all of those idiots has made my head hurt."

Arthur feigned a pout. "Well, that won't do. While cooking may not be my expertise, I am quite useful at… other things."

The green – eyed man squirmed his way underneath the sheets and rested his head in between his boyfriend's legs. He opened his mouth widely and engulfed the other man's member into his mouth.

This action caused the Frenchman to jump at the sensation, which was something that he did not do often. "My – Arthur! Being generous already, I see?" The man reached underneath the sheets and searched for Arthur's hair, and tugged on a substantial amount of hair on the culprit that was making him feel so good.

Having his hair pulled caused the little Brit to squeal. Nevertheless, it was not a sound of pain, but the man was shot with a pure bliss of pleasure trailing down his spine. "More, please do that again!"

"Well, well. Arthur Kirkland is kinkier than he looks, isn't he?"

Out of instinct, the Englishman had begun to rub his head against his lover's hand, whimpering and pleading for him to pull again.

"Ah, ah, what's the magic word, mon amour?"

"Please! Pull my hair again, fuck me in the ass, do what you will with me but please pull my hair!"

Francis, pleased with his boyfriend's words hummed in satisfaction. "Is that all you ask of me? If you want me to fuck you, I want you to describe every action in precise detail. Now, keep sucking my cock."

"Yes, Master." Arthur replied and went back to doing the task he had been performing beforehand. He lapped his tongue in small strokes up and down, getting more vigorous and deep as time went on.

"Stop." The curly – haired man ordered. "I don't want you to continue until I finish. I want to finish inside you. Then, you will suck me again, and you'll swallow everything given to you."

Arthur moaned with anticipation, absolutely loving how demanding and dominant that Francis could be.

"I am going to release in you, and you can only release once I have finished. I should warn you, I have been known to last a long time during sex. Tell me, Arthur. How long did it take me to finish the last time we have slept together?"

The short – haired blond swallowed a big, invisible lump down his throat. Francis wasn't exaggerating, he really could last a very long time. "F-forty - five minutes, sir…" He answered, his cock still aching desperately.

The Frenchman nodded his head. "I know I have already came once, due to that marvelous tongue of yours, but I promise I still won't go so easy on you the second time around."

This time, Arthur felt brave enough to smirk at his partner. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you. After all, you wouldn't want to finish so quickly that it would ruin your reputation, would you?" He sang sweetly.

Hearing the usually sweet and well – mannered Brit speak to him like this only excited Francis even more. "You might regret those words, mon Cher. I might have to double your punishment if you continue to speak to your Master that way."

It was now ten minutes later, and the Frenchman was still going hard and strong inside poor, deprived Arthur. "F-Francis, I'm really sorry about my attitude. Please, I need to release so bad. I know you could go on forever, but I'm about to break. Please let me finish and I'll do anything."

"Shhh… I'm almost done. Don't worry, little one. You are doing so well and I am very proud of you. Just a little longer, could you do that for me?" Asked Francis as he gently brushed his hand against Arthur's cheek. "Just a little more, now. My God, you're fantastic."

The Brit had to admit that Francis really did have a way with words, and, soon enough, Francis came much to his relief.

"Come for me, my love." Demanded the blue – eyed blond with a tug to Arthur's hair. Francis did not have to ask him a second time, and both men were covered in each other's sticky white substances.