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The sounds of swords clattering along with their bickering were the only sounds in the quiet fields, which made it quite annoying for the farmers trying to work. The field was usually quiet where Arthur and Francis’ fighting island was resided, especially when they weren’t there.
“Why don’t you go invent some more cheese, mouse! Or surrender to the boy scouts!”
“I will do no such thing, black sheep of Europe!” Francis tried to slash Arthur with his sword, only to be blocked with a slash from Arthur himself. The impact of the slash caused the handle of Francis’ sword to fly out of his grasp, earning a yelp from him.
“You were saying, frog?” He jabbed the sword in France’s direction.
“AHHH! Wait, mon ami- WAIT!” Francis flailed his arms around, trying to stop Arthur from piercing.
“Hmph. That’s what I thought!” Arthur dropped his sword, crossing his arms over and scowling at Francis. “Think ahead before calling me ‘black sheep of Europe’!” He had turned around to head back to their base, that is until he heard a laugh coming from Francis…
“Ohonon…” Without Arthur’s knowledge, Francis had picked his sword back up and pointed the end of it toward’s Arthur’s ass. It was painful gripping on the blade, but this would be worth it for the scar to Francis.
Arthur stopped, confused by the sudden laugh from Francis. “What’s so funny, frog?-” He then froze, feeling the handle hit above where his g-spot would normally be (if you didn’t know, men’s g-spots are in their rectum…). “A-AHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
“Don’t deny you don’t want this, Angleterre…”
”I WILL DO NO SUCH THING!”
“Then why are you erect? Are you not?”
“I… stow that talk this instant!- Ngh…” It was hard to keep the ‘tough’ act when your supposed rival was currently rubbing your erection. “Ngh… a-ah… stop…”
Francis snickered once more, before taking Arthur’s hand and dragging him into a forest; only to shove him face first into a bush.
“Ow! It wouldn’t kill you to be gentle, wanker?! And why’d you bring that damn sword?!”
“Sacrebleu… oh, do shut up!” Francis unzipped Arthur’s pants and pulled them down along with his boxers, and slowly pressing the handle into his rectum.
“N-nh… w-what are you doing?!” He tried to kick at Francis, but was met with a pinch on his leg.. “Ow!”
“It’s hard to make this sexually appealing when you won’t be quiet!” Francis scoffed and inserted the handle into Arthur, moving it slowly back and forth at first.
“N-nh…” He was stopped from Francis’ hand covering his mouth.
“People will hear us! Tais-toi!” He hissed, before going back to focusing at the task at hand and sliding the handle back and forth inside Arthur; going faster this time. Then, Arthur had bitten down on his finger. “AH! You animal!”
“I-I’m gonna… mmnnh..! I’m gonna cum…” Arthur whimpered out.
“Oh..? Ohonhon… guess it’s time to switch over.” Francis tossed the sword away, beginning to take his pants off. Francis settled himself right back on top of Arthur, almost moaning at the pleasure of his dick settling in between Arthur’s thighs. Francis then realized he had forgotten to remove his underwear, so he then quickly did that. Finally, with the two naked, Francis slid in. He was going a bit slowly at first, not too slow though. That was until Arthur let a moan out, which made him even more feral for Arthur. He started going faster, having Arthur moaning and whimpering in the background of his pleasure. Francis huffed and bit his lip, he gripped Arthur’s hips and continued going at his pace. His noise didn’t quiet down. It only got louder. After at least 6 to 7 minutes, Francis gradually slowed down. He slowly pulled out of Arthur, leaving his bottom a white, sticky mess.
Francis panted, as he sat up. But out of tiredness he flopped back down on Arthur’s back.
”…ughh…” Arthur groaned out.
Francis snickered, laying back onto Arthur; placing his head next to his ear. He spoke gruffly into his ear. “Look who’s a mess…”
Francis moved back to sitting up at Arthur’s entrance, he flipped him over and settled his face between Arthur’s thighs. He slowly started to lick, making Arthur’s knees buckle a little. He stifled a moan, but not well enough to hide it. Francis’ licking only got even more bold, before he fully went in. He licked Arthur like an ice cream cone, cleaning him off of any cum from earlier.
“…mhnn..!”
Francis sat back up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Let’s get back to base now, oui? We can get properly cleaned up.”
“…i suppose that’ll do.” Arthur groaned out, before sitting back up. His gazed flickered to the sword… why did he honestly prefer the sword..? He wishes a bit that they did more with it, but it’s already over, so whatever.
(Thank you for reading! Sorry I didn’t include much swordplay, I didn’t know how to write it 😭😭)