A/N: Warning: contains smut, once again don't like, don't read, but if if you insist, then do proceed. Enjoy. Sunflowers from Ivan.
Arthur was the first to get there.
"Francis? Are you here?"
Arthur knew he was cutting it close to curfew so he slipped into the passageway to make sure the grouchy caretaker, Filtch, didn't catch him. What I wouldn't give for a Marauder's Map right about now, he thought, or at least a GPS tracker.
"Arthur? Mon amour? Are you there?"
"Francis?"
"Who else would it be?"
Arthur slid out of the passage.
"Hiding?"
"Yeah, wouldn't want Filtch-"
"Who's there?! Students out of bed, they should know better shouldn't they Mrs. Norris?"
"Dammit!" whispered Francis.
"Get in the passage!" Arthur replied shoving him in. Francis quickly obeyed. How was it Filtch always managed to find them? Arthur asked himself as he closed the enterence behind them,
"You know this is kind of cozy in here, we could start our own little party in here if you know what I mean." Francis said with a perverted grin. Don't tempt me, though Arthur. He looked up to give the frog a smart ass reply when he noticed France's jaw was practically on the ground. Then he noticed a grin begin to form.
"SHIT! Did I say that out loud?!"
"You shouldn't keep your thoughts to yourself, I like the way you think."
Francis leaned over, closing what little space there was between him and Arthur, and kissed him, his lips like a butterfly's touch. He was about to pull away when Arthur grabbed the back of his neck, rumpling the bow he had looked at during potions earlier in the day, and pulled him even closer, deepening the kiss.
"Still up for that 'little party'?" asked Francis against Arthur's lips. Arthur groaned, how was it possible for anyone to be so sexy?
"A simple yes or no would do." Francis said, pinning him against the ground and grinding his hips against Arthur's. Francis pulled the ribbon that was practically falling out anyway, from his hair and tossed it aside, the hair framing his face in the way that had originally caught Arthur's eye. Arthur hoped that Francis couldn't feel the hardness growing in his pants from the grinding, he knew his hopes were dead as he saw a grin form on the frog's face. Francis knew exactly what this was doing to him.
"Francis...," Arthur moaned.
"Yes, mon cher?"
"Let the party begin." He grabbed Francis's green and silver necktie, pulled him down, and began undoing the buttons of his shirt, but after button number four Arthur decided, what the hell, and yanked the rest of the shirt open causing severed buttons to fly everywhere. Francis either better know how to sew or have an extra shirt, he thought with a clouded mind. Francis, on the other hand, wasted no time, going straight for Arthur's pants and then for his own revealing a length that made Arthur wonder how it would fit. Arthur stopped for a moment, just to take in Francis's beauty, before pulling him back down for a heated continued kissing Francis slowly working his way down and groaning every so often on Arthur's jaw, his neck, his chest. It was agony to Arthur trying not to scream, why couldn't Francis get on with it already?He had to feel hard he was, considering how close his face was getting. Arthur's suspicions were correct Francis did realize but slowed down even more as he neared Arthur's base.
"Francis..." Arthur moaned.
"Yes, mon cher?"
"Would you mind kicking the 'party' up a notch?"
"I would but I think I'll have a bit of fun first." He said nipping at Arthur's tip.
"But you've had your fun already ...please....Francis" he said his voice breaking off and he began whimpering , he was in desperate need of release. Francis hated to see his Arthur in any sort of pain, he kissed Arthur in his cheek and lifted Arthur's legs above his hips.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?"
Arthur was truly touched by his concern, but he would never let Francis know that.
"Frog... I think you're stalling on purpose... Yes..." His voice trailed off as the last word came out and Francis entered his ass, stroking it every so often with those silky hands.
Arthur was right to be concerned he realized as he felt first hand how very big Francis really was. Arthur was stretched beyond how far he originally thought possible, but Francis felt right burried inside him, he felt natural and soo good.
Francis moaned, and Arthur knew they were thinking the same thing. Francis was picking up pace and pushing and pulling out of him faster and harder every time.
"Francis..." Arthur moaned with pleasure as Francis hit him in places no one else could possibly reach. Dear lord this is better than scones... he thought as he pushed back against Francis before cumming onto Francis's chest, about the same time as Francis reached his peak and collapsed onto Arthur pouring into him. They both lied there panting.
*creek*Shit! Was the only thing Arthur could think of before the door tho the "secret" passage opened.
"We knew we heard someone didn't we Mrs.-"
Filtch stopped abrubtly as he realized what he had just walked in on, his face going a little red.
"Ummm..."
"Bonjour Monsieur Filtch...will you be joining us this fine evening?" Francis asked in his best creeper voice considering he was still trying to catch his breath. Filtch dashed out, fearing for his safety muttering something about how he should get a pay raise.
"You weren't serious were you?" Asked Arthur a bit panicked.
"Of course not! I don't feel up to sharing, especially not with that cranky old bastard. Not when you are involved, ma très chère."
Arthur didn't think Alfred's party could have even came close to their own party, nothing could even compare, though it might be hard to use this passage to get to Hogsmede with a straight face. Dammit, thought Arthur, tomorrow is going to be fun trying to sit next to Francis in class with a stright face, oh well. Arthur lied there surrounded by Francis's warmth, and fell asleep in his arms.
A/N: Ok as this was my first time writing smut some one want to be nice and tell me how I did? Pwitty pwese?