Warnings: FrUK and some suggestive themes~
"You are an absolute moron..." he said between their kisses. A smirk and a shrug was all he received in return before his partner leaned in once again and closed the gap between them.
"You love it. I know you do..."
"Only you would think th-this..."
The blond went ignored as the other male began to suck and nip at the soft spot of his neck. England tightened his grip around the Frenchman's neck and closed his eyes. He would never admit it, but it really did feel so good. He couldn't explain it... and why he had been denying this for years, he would never know...
He felt Francis smile against his neck as he worked on the large hickey he was creating; leaving his mark, showing the world that the irritated English nation before him belonged to him and him alone. Proving to that idiot American that the Englishman before him was not available.
"Ah... Francis..." England said lowly, tilting his head to allow the Frenchman better access. His eyes remained half closed and his cheeks were dusted with a red blush. His hands clutched the fabric of Francis' clothes and he didn't know how much longer he would be able to last without pouncing on the other nation and demanding that he took him there and then.
"I-I hate you so much for this..."
Of course he did; that was why he was trying not to ravish the other nation right there.
The hickey was finished and Francis kissed up his neck, "Oui, I totally believe you," he replied, his tone obviously laced with sarcasm. He chuckled and claimed his lips once more. England responded immediately, opening his mouth into the kiss and deepening it. Their tongues worked together and Francis let a small noise escape from the back of his throat. He moved forward slightly, pushing the other nation against the table in the meeting room and he smirked into the kiss, many inappropriate thoughts running through his mind.
England's hands removed themselves Francis' shirt and tangled themselves in his soft blond hair. Francis' own hands rested firmly on the Englishman's hips and kept him as close as he could. To England, the other nation tasted sweet; like he had eaten some form of candy before he had began the heated make out session in the meeting room. To Francis, England tasted like tea but that wasn't unusual. The scent of burnt scones and flowers lingered on his person in contrast to himself as he wore some expensive cologne.
The two parted for air and England caught his breath lightly and looked into the Frenchman's eyes. Of course, this wasn't the type of behaviour anyone would expect from the British man, but Francis seemed to make him want to do things that were not in his character- such as making out in the middle of the meeting room- a meeting room that would hold a meeting in an hour.
"I don't approve of this..." he said lowly.
"Of course you would say that, mon cher, but your actions tell me otherwise," Francis replied smugly, and he laughed that strange laugh of his before leaning in to capture the Englishman's lips in yet another kiss. England let a small groan escape from the back of his throat and he pushed himself up closer against the other male, his hands tightening their grip in his hair.
Francis smirked once again and he slowly moved his hands away from Arthur's hips. He played with the buckle of his belt before unclasping it. He noticed the blush on England's cheeks deepen as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
"F-Francis... are you...?" England asked as be broke the kiss. The Frenchman smirked and played with the waistband of England's boxers almost teasingly.
"Do you want me to, mon cher?"
"I-it is highly inappropriate... stupid frog..."
He ignored the insult and smirked, "But of course. And it is also exciting, non?"
"Oui," Francis smiled and continued to play with the waistband of Arthur's boxers. He leaned in and whispered huskily in his ear. "I think we could do with some excitement, non?"
"B-but here...?" Arthur asked, glancing around the meeting room. Of course they were alone but they wouldn't be for long. Other nations would be arriving soon and Arthur didn't know if he could sit through the meeting knowing what they had done just an hour before. Francis, though, didn't seem to care, as he continued to be teasing and he chuckled lightly. Arthur felt shivers run down his spine and the more Francis teased him, the more he wanted it.
"We could do it in Amérique's spot. That would make you feel better, non?"
England actually smirked at the thought. Oh yes, it would make him feel much better. Much better indeed.
"Of course it would..." he replied and glanced at the blue-eyed man in front of him. "Well... what are you waiting for? Get on with it."
"As you wish, Angleterre," Francis replied and pulled England to America's spot at the meeting table.
This would be fun.