(Anon forgot all the lovely notes she made last night on the nightstand. ;_; I do hope I remembered everything.)
"Come in this." Francis ordered, with no more than a slight whisp of request in his tone. He sat back in the old plush chair and watched England as he looked at the little glass cup he had set on the shined wooden floor between them with a little click. Surprise and suspicion played in his eyes, but he at last shrugged. He of course would indulge France's strange request; particularly when he was here on his knees, naked from the waist down with his cock hard in his hand from the indulgence of his own strange fancies. He resumed stroking himself, head lolling back as he watched France observe him through slitted eyelids. He managed to direct the head of his cock into the little glass just as he came in long bursts, filling the bottom with smokey cum. As he fell back on his ass and slowly regained his usual breathing pattern, France stood and retrieved the result of his request, pausing to ruffle Arthur's hair in affection.
"Good boy." He said with a maddening smile. Arthur scowled and had this not simply proven to made him more endearing to his temporary master, Francis would have cleared the expression with a swift backhand and a tightening of the leather thong wrapped around his throat.
"Come." France ordered, patting his thigh and Arthur rose to his feet to follow, silky shirt falling into place to barely conceal his limp dick and tight balls behind. He was lead not to the expected dressing or bathroom, but downstairs to the kitchen. Exhibitionist that he was, he was grateful that France had so far today had no time to draw the curtains. Displaying himself for pleasure was one thing; displaying himself to the public because France was inconsiderate, or perhaps merely thoughtless, was another.
He watched as the man clattered around the kitchen for a moment and drew a cake from the oven where it had been kept warm. This he sat on the countertop and proceeded to slice a generous piece onto a plate. He tippped the glass over the piece and poured Arthur's cum over the cake like very thin icing. With a silver fork, he cut off a still smaller piece and held it up between them.
Far from being repsulsed, which surprised him greatly, Arthur was intrigued. France's cheeks were flushed and the cake between them was making him so hard that his cock and even his nipples were strained against his silky fabric. His breathing was heavy and he moaned as Arthur's eyes connected with his and his lips parted to take the offering. The salty tang of his seed mixed strangely with the sweet sugar of the cake and Arthur rolled the bite in his mouth, tasting for a long moment before he swallowed and parted his lips for more.
It seemed this had undone Francis, because he jumped his partner, pinning him to the marble countertop. When the frenzy was over and they both leaned shakily against the stone, France whispered something of the far more complex recipes which he had in mind and whether Arthur would be willing to help him. In response, Arthur raised his hand to his lips and licked clean the ball of cum that he had caught, thrilling at the shudder this envoked. Of course, it might be difficult to keep up with the supply and demand which the request required, but he would be more than happy to make the attempt. Particularly if he would have the privilege of enjoying the same satisfaction of watching France enjoy his own mousse.
Yum
"Come in this." Francis ordered, with no more than a slight whisp of request in his tone. He sat back in the old plush chair and watched England as he looked at the little glass cup he had set on the shined wooden floor between them with a little click. Surprise and suspicion played in his eyes, but he at last shrugged. He of course would indulge France's strange request; particularly when he was here on his knees, naked from the waist down with his cock hard in his hand from the indulgence of his own strange fancies. He resumed stroking himself, head lolling back as he watched France observe him through slitted eyelids. He managed to direct the head of his cock into the little glass just as he came in long bursts, filling the bottom with smokey cum. As he fell back on his ass and slowly regained his usual breathing pattern, France stood and retrieved the result of his request, pausing to ruffle Arthur's hair in affection.
"Good boy." He said with a maddening smile. Arthur scowled and had this not simply proven to made him more endearing to his temporary master, Francis would have cleared the expression with a swift backhand and a tightening of the leather thong wrapped around his throat.
"Come." France ordered, patting his thigh and Arthur rose to his feet to follow, silky shirt falling into place to barely conceal his limp dick and tight balls behind. He was lead not to the expected dressing or bathroom, but downstairs to the kitchen. Exhibitionist that he was, he was grateful that France had so far today had no time to draw the curtains. Displaying himself for pleasure was one thing; displaying himself to the public because France was inconsiderate, or perhaps merely thoughtless, was another.
He watched as the man clattered around the kitchen for a moment and drew a cake from the oven where it had been kept warm. This he sat on the countertop and proceeded to slice a generous piece onto a plate. He tippped the glass over the piece and poured Arthur's cum over the cake like very thin icing. With a silver fork, he cut off a still smaller piece and held it up between them.
Far from being repsulsed, which surprised him greatly, Arthur was intrigued. France's cheeks were flushed and the cake between them was making him so hard that his cock and even his nipples were strained against his silky fabric. His breathing was heavy and he moaned as Arthur's eyes connected with his and his lips parted to take the offering. The salty tang of his seed mixed strangely with the sweet sugar of the cake and Arthur rolled the bite in his mouth, tasting for a long moment before he swallowed and parted his lips for more.
It seemed this had undone Francis, because he jumped his partner, pinning him to the marble countertop. When the frenzy was over and they both leaned shakily against the stone, France whispered something of the far more complex recipes which he had in mind and whether Arthur would be willing to help him. In response, Arthur raised his hand to his lips and licked clean the ball of cum that he had caught, thrilling at the shudder this envoked. Of course, it might be difficult to keep up with the supply and demand which the request required, but he would be more than happy to make the attempt. Particularly if he would have the privilege of enjoying the same satisfaction of watching France enjoy his own mousse.