The sexiness continues! Wow, I didn't think I could write such a long sex scene and it isn't even over yet! More to come in the next chapter and enjoy ; )

"You look beautiful all tied up like that, mon amour." Francis began as he studied his bound lover. "I must say it's rather delicious seeing you in this little predicament. You have given me the power to do anything I wish to you, but I'd never hurt you." He promised as he crawled on the bed towards his British boyfriend and brushed his hand over Arthur's cock so gently that it felt like a breezing wind.

The bound man tried as hard as he could to regain the contact by squeezing his thighs together to get the feeling of friction on his member. He allowed a tiny whimper to escape and gazed up at his partner with pleading eyes.

Francis forced the green – eyed blond to spread his legs apart and shook his head. "Non, I forbid you t touch yourself tonight. I am in charge here, and II will decide how much relief you get. If you're a good boy, I'll let you cum all over that pretty little skirt. Yes, Arthur, I want you to leave the outfit on while I'm inside you. I wonder… does it come with a cute pair of panties?" The Frenchman softly took the bottom of Arthur's skirt in his hands and slowly rolled the material upwards.

"Oh my, already so hard for me, mon lapin?" The Frenchman purred as he glanced over the hardness of Arthur's length. "It would be such a shame to allow this hard on to go to waste… wouldn't it, love?"

The Brit whimpered louder this time in response to his partner's question. "Francis – please. I can't hold it anymore. I just can't." The short – haired man pleaded as his cock had begun to leak even more precum. "I'll be good. I'll be so good for you, just please don't leave me like this."

"I just have one more thing to add to this tasteful display. With your consent, of course." Francis added, his once mischievous expression turning soft once more.

Arthur cocked his head to the side and pondered the thought. Sure, he was already tied up, but what did Francis have in mind this time? "Ugh… what did you have in mind?" He asked meekly.

As he reached into his pocket, the other man pulled out a dark, long piece of fabric. "I would like to use this on you. I know it seems scary, especially if you have never done anything like this before but I promise the sexual experience will be much more enticing for you with your sense of sight and touch restricted.

The Brit nodded his head and took in a deep breath. "Okay, I'll do it. I trust you, and I love you."

The Frenchman nodded sincerely and slowly placed the blindfold in front of Arthur's eyes, and gently tied the thick piece of fabric around is head. "You look perfect." He promised. "Are you ready?"

Arthur nodded one more time. "I've never been readier." He stated confidently with a smirk.

The blue – eyed blond hummed as he crept closer to the man that was now at his complete mercy. "So many choices here, my love, but I know you can't resist when I do this…" Francis' hand was now back on Arthur's cock. First, he drifted his hand over the member just enough so that his partner would know that he was there, then he gently gripped the length and pumped gently. "How does it feel, love? Knowing that you can't do anything but surrender to my touch, and completely unable to touch yourself? Ever since the first day we've met, since the first time we've argued, I've imagined torturing you like this."

"I'm being tortured because you're being too soft with me, I need you to fuck me harder!" The bounded man begged. "I'm ready – I can't wait much longer!"

Francis tutted and shook his head. "Now, now, where would the fun in that be? We don't want our little game to end too soon, do we?" He paused for a moment. "Love, I don't mean to break character, but we need a safe word. I don't want to hurt you or go any further than you want to."

Arthur blushed madly, the rosy tint trailing down to his chest, making his sweat covered pecks glisten a beautiful shade of pink. "S-safe word? I've never done anything like that before… so I wouldn't know where to start with a safe word."

The curly – haired blond put a finger on his chin to ponder the thought for a moment. "Well, a safe word is usually something that both partners would get turned off by. Think of it as something that would kill the mood immediately. Something like…"

For whatever reason, Arthur burst out laughing so hard that tears streamed down his cheeks. "Maybe the safe word should be Alfred. B-but don't tell him I said that! He'd kill me!"

Francis found himself doubled over laughing as well after Arthur's comment about Alfred. "That's the best thing I've ever heard in my entire life. That'll be our safe word forever."

Even though his eyes were blindfolded, Arthur's pupils widened and he smiled at the thought of him and his boyfriend being together forever. Maybe they would get married one day? Just like Antonio and Lovino were about to. 'Maybe being at a wedding would also get Francis to start thinking about marriage?' The Brit thought to himself. However, he quickly shook his head at the thought. He and Francis had only been together for just over a month! There is no way Francis would even want to think about marriage at this point.

"You're stalling, mon amour. Is everything all right?" The blue – eyed Frenchman asked. "I do hope I didn't say anything that put you out of the mood! I'm so sorry if I did."

Arthur chuckled and shook his head. "No, Francis. I was just… thinking. It's just – well, sometimes the things you say just make me the happiest man on earth."