( Original request here: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/6850.html?thread=8950210 for FrUK, with France coming on Englands face.
Sorry, not the anon who said they'd fill...I hope this will do since I'm not so confident at this sometimes... )
“I won’t.” “Porquoi?” “It’s a stupid idea, it’s demeaning and…and…” Francis pressed his lips over Arthur’s, silencing him effectively. Arthur half-heartedly mumbled a protest, pushing against his chest a little, meaning neither, and Francis knew this. Oh lord did he know. “You lost a bet, cheri, now be a good man and get on your knees,” Francis commanded flippantly, exasperated entirely with his resistance.
“Fuck. This. I didn’t know betting with you meant this!” There was a pause and Francis chuckled darkly, grabbing Arthur by the shoulders. “As if you didn’t expect it,” he purred, pushing his shoulders down. England still resisted. “I’ll bite it off, git,” he warned. “Eye for an eye,” France vaguely warned, leaning against a wall, smiling at England, who sneered at him and knelt, taking a deep breath. “It’s not so hard, old boy...” Francis shrugged, smiling deviously. “Actually it is, would you hurry up?” “Shut up! Can’t you be patient for once in your unholy life, bloody frog?” “Non, now stop talking. There is a better use for those lips,” he advised, tapping the top of Arthur’s head, who growled and unzipped Francis’ trousers; he had not realized that he was so…hard. Grimacing, he tentatively licked at the tip, scrunching his face up at how French it tasted. It had a taste, he knew it well. “Don’t be afraid, mon cher Arthur,” he said, and Arthur was frustrated that Francis felt the need to instruct him on how to suck someone off. He sucked at the tip, eliciting a fluttery sigh from Francis, and mustered up the courage to take more of the Frenchman in; he closed his eyes, attempting to forget what he was doing when Francis gripped his hair, making him scowl and shoot him a glare. “Such a tease,” Francis growled in a low, sultry voice and guided more of his cock into Arthur’s mouth, making him flush and seriously consider biting down. He tried to word an insult but found it difficult and only proceeded in making Francis thrust a little into his mouth. “Oh, Arthur, why don’t you use that sharp tongue of yours as well?” He readjusted his grip in Arthur’s hair and bucked his hips a little. Arthur pulled off him. “I hate you,” he said, sneering. “Oh, fermez la bouche,” he chided, wriggling his hips. Arthur scowled. “Fine. Fine, you bloody frog.” He figured the quicker he got it over with the better, and wrapped his lips around his length and slowly took him in his mouth, sucking on him. Francis shifted against the wall, letting out a breathy moan.
“Like that, you bastard?” Arthur licked a long trail up his shaft, kissing the tip and swirling his tongue over it; Francis nearly purred, massaging Arthur’s scalp and he looked up at Francis, green eyes smoldering with disgust. He saw Francis’ face, flushed and needy and smirked, taking all of him in his mouth, teasing him with his tongue and blushed; he hadn’t realized he could make Francis look like that. So….vulnerable. He liked it quite a bit, and sucked hard on Francis’ cock, eliciting an actual moan. Arthur made an approving noise, the vibrations making Francis writhe and groan.
“S’il vous plait, Arthur…” Arthur stroked Francis’ thigh, realising his pants had become suspiciously tighter. He spread his legs wide and unzipped his trousers, stroking his arousal as he sucked on Francis; Francis made the mistake of looking down, seeing Arthur jacking off while he gave him a blowjob and let out a whimpering moan, bucking into Arthur’s mouth. “Watch it, frog,” he tried to growl, but it came out as a deep muffled noise and made Francis arch off the wall, thrusting; Arthur pulled his head back to make sure he didn’t choke, and didn’t realise he was thrusting into his hand, fucking it hard and making himself moan in bliss. The feel of Arthur making these sounds of pleasure around his hard cock made Francis dizzy with ecstasy, and he realised how close he actually was. He yanked gently on Arthur’s hair, asking him to pull back.
Arthur did so grudgingly, licking and sucking all the way there, kissing the tip as he finally pried his mouth off Francis. “Angleterre,” Francis growled, looking down at him, still touching himself. “Jack me off now, s’il vous plait.” “That wasn’t part—“ “Please,” was all he said, trembling with desire. Arthur was sad to see one of his hands go but didn’t bother to stand up while he used his other hand to pump Francis’ erection, thrusting into his own hand over and over, encouraging Francis to do the same. “Come on, show me you’re worth something you filthy bastard,” Arthur mumbled, tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth as he focused on his cock, hitting all his favourite spots and setting a rough, fast pace. “Oh, Angleterre,” Francis groaned, thrusting into Arthur’s hand finally. The blissfully selfless face was more than Arthur could handle, and he wriggled one last time before coming into his hand, spilling himself into his hand and on the ground, He pulled his fingers up, coated in cum, and stuck them in his mouth cheekily, stroking Francis slowly now. “Ahh, Angleterre!” He cried, pushing himself off the wall and coming on Arthur’s face, surprising both of them entirely. Arthur blinked, cum on his cheeks and eyebrows, a little stuck in his hair. “You asshole!” He declared, trying to wipe it off, but because his hands were covered in the same substance, only spread it further. “Mon Dieu, you look hot,” was all Francis could think of, looking at Arthur; his face was covered in his semen and he was only making it worse. “Ahh, let me help,” Francis offered, kneeling with Arthur and licking his cheeks slowly, watching Arthur’s expression as he removed his essence from the other man’s face. He smiled at him, licking his lips. “You…you…I hate you,” Arthur said in a tone as if he had given up, sighing. “Oh? Well, I do not hate you. Let me show you so….”
Sorry, just passing by and commenting for the first time here but.... I'm french and I thought I'd correct you! This fill is just too wonderful and french anon loves it *ç* Instead of "Fermez la bouche" you should say "Ferme-la" and instead of "S'il vous plaît" I'd write "S'il te plaît". °3° Hoping I'm not doing anything wrong! ;o Bye bye mes chéris~~
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(Anonymous) 2009-06-29 07:57 am (UTC)(link)for FrUK, with France coming on Englands face.
Sorry, not the anon who said they'd fill...I hope this will do since I'm not so confident at this sometimes... )
“I won’t.”
“Porquoi?”
“It’s a stupid idea, it’s demeaning and…and…” Francis pressed his lips over Arthur’s, silencing him effectively. Arthur half-heartedly mumbled a protest, pushing against his chest a little, meaning neither, and Francis knew this. Oh lord did he know.
“You lost a bet, cheri, now be a good man and get on your knees,” Francis commanded flippantly, exasperated entirely with his resistance.
“Fuck. This. I didn’t know betting with you meant this!” There was a pause and Francis chuckled darkly, grabbing Arthur by the shoulders.
“As if you didn’t expect it,” he purred, pushing his shoulders down. England still resisted.
“I’ll bite it off, git,” he warned.
“Eye for an eye,” France vaguely warned, leaning against a wall, smiling at England, who sneered at him and knelt, taking a deep breath.
“It’s not so hard, old boy...” Francis shrugged, smiling deviously.
“Actually it is, would you hurry up?”
“Shut up! Can’t you be patient for once in your unholy life, bloody frog?”
“Non, now stop talking. There is a better use for those lips,” he advised, tapping the top of Arthur’s head, who growled and unzipped Francis’ trousers; he had not realized that he was so…hard. Grimacing, he tentatively licked at the tip, scrunching his face up at how French it tasted. It had a taste, he knew it well.
“Don’t be afraid, mon cher Arthur,” he said, and Arthur was frustrated that Francis felt the need to instruct him on how to suck someone off. He sucked at the tip, eliciting a fluttery sigh from Francis, and mustered up the courage to take more of the Frenchman in; he closed his eyes, attempting to forget what he was doing when Francis gripped his hair, making him scowl and shoot him a glare.
“Such a tease,” Francis growled in a low, sultry voice and guided more of his cock into Arthur’s mouth, making him flush and seriously consider biting down. He tried to word an insult but found it difficult and only proceeded in making Francis thrust a little into his mouth.
“Oh, Arthur, why don’t you use that sharp tongue of yours as well?” He readjusted his grip in Arthur’s hair and bucked his hips a little. Arthur pulled off him.
“I hate you,” he said, sneering.
“Oh, fermez la bouche,” he chided, wriggling his hips. Arthur scowled.
“Fine. Fine, you bloody frog.” He figured the quicker he got it over with the better, and wrapped his lips around his length and slowly took him in his mouth, sucking on him. Francis shifted against the wall, letting out a breathy moan.
“Like that, you bastard?” Arthur licked a long trail up his shaft, kissing the tip and swirling his tongue over it; Francis nearly purred, massaging Arthur’s scalp and he looked up at Francis, green eyes smoldering with disgust. He saw Francis’ face, flushed and needy and smirked, taking all of him in his mouth, teasing him with his tongue and blushed; he hadn’t realized he could make Francis look like that. So….vulnerable. He liked it quite a bit, and sucked hard on Francis’ cock, eliciting an actual moan. Arthur made an approving noise, the vibrations making Francis writhe and groan.
“S’il vous plait, Arthur…” Arthur stroked Francis’ thigh, realising his pants had become suspiciously tighter. He spread his legs wide and unzipped his trousers, stroking his arousal as he sucked on Francis; Francis made the mistake of looking down, seeing Arthur jacking off while he gave him a blowjob and let out a whimpering moan, bucking into Arthur’s mouth.
“Watch it, frog,” he tried to growl, but it came out as a deep muffled noise and made Francis arch off the wall, thrusting; Arthur pulled his head back to make sure he didn’t choke, and didn’t realise he was thrusting into his hand, fucking it hard and making himself moan in bliss. The feel of Arthur making these sounds of pleasure around his hard cock made Francis dizzy with ecstasy, and he realised how close he actually was. He yanked gently on Arthur’s hair, asking him to pull back.
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(Anonymous) 2009-06-29 07:58 am (UTC)(link)“Angleterre,” Francis growled, looking down at him, still touching himself. “Jack me off now, s’il vous plait.”
“That wasn’t part—“
“Please,” was all he said, trembling with desire. Arthur was sad to see one of his hands go but didn’t bother to stand up while he used his other hand to pump Francis’ erection, thrusting into his own hand over and over, encouraging Francis to do the same.
“Come on, show me you’re worth something you filthy bastard,” Arthur mumbled, tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth as he focused on his cock, hitting all his favourite spots and setting a rough, fast pace.
“Oh, Angleterre,” Francis groaned, thrusting into Arthur’s hand finally. The blissfully selfless face was more than Arthur could handle, and he wriggled one last time before coming into his hand, spilling himself into his hand and on the ground, He pulled his fingers up, coated in cum, and stuck them in his mouth cheekily, stroking Francis slowly now.
“Ahh, Angleterre!” He cried, pushing himself off the wall and coming on Arthur’s face, surprising both of them entirely. Arthur blinked, cum on his cheeks and eyebrows, a little stuck in his hair.
“You asshole!” He declared, trying to wipe it off, but because his hands were covered in the same substance, only spread it further.
“Mon Dieu, you look hot,” was all Francis could think of, looking at Arthur; his face was covered in his semen and he was only making it worse.
“Ahh, let me help,” Francis offered, kneeling with Arthur and licking his cheeks slowly, watching Arthur’s expression as he removed his essence from the other man’s face. He smiled at him, licking his lips.
“You…you…I hate you,” Arthur said in a tone as if he had given up, sighing.
“Oh? Well, I do not hate you. Let me show you so….”
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(Anonymous) 2009-06-29 10:02 am (UTC)(link)Not OP but this was hot!
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(Anonymous) 2009-06-29 10:25 am (UTC)(link)Re: 2/2
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(Anonymous) 2009-06-30 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)Re: 2/2
(Anonymous) 2009-07-01 12:09 am (UTC)(link)Instead of "Fermez la bouche" you should say "Ferme-la" and instead of "S'il vous plaît" I'd write "S'il te plaît".
°3° Hoping I'm not doing anything wrong!
;o Bye bye mes chéris~~
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(Anonymous) 2009-07-04 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)Thanks so much, I'm really not good with French at all OTL