#fraengita

[the-heaminator]

Fruk football smut bc fuck it we ball. Italy is being weird

"You lost." Oh he could practically feel the smugness.

"Yes we did"

"And what about our arrangement."

Now England could feel the smugness radiating from every pore in Frances stupid body, they made a half drunken bet that whoever lost this match would bottom and the top should do whatever they please, they forgot about it until North Italy, still salty that he didn't make it into fifa this year so kindly reminded them about it.

And now here they were, locked in a rather compromising position, over a table, and backed into a corner by Feliciano, who was being very weird about it, for some reason he wanted them to screw while he was watching.

FOR SOME FUCKING REASON?

Well i mean its not like France was unnatractive, and having him in such close quarters was an interesting experience, again not like he hadn't been in far more compromising positions with France, but Italy watching was complicating things, again not the first time that happened.

But this time he was sober as a stone, and definitley not stoned, he spent far too much of histiry on some substance or another that things he had done numerous times seemed weird now because his inhibitions were fully present, not for long though because France decided to be quite more forward, and started to gently caress the back of his neck, making him shudder slightly, the pleasurable  sensation shooting down his spine, making his leg twitch in anticipation.

Feliciano was doing...something but that was unimportant, right now all that was important was Francis, and his hands caressing so many parts of his body, with such tenderness too, you wouldnt think this was a bet anymore, and to be fair two had a strong enough vibe for eachother for it not to be just the bet causing them to do this.

Francis was to top, it was part of the arrangement after all, and really Arthur didn’t mind, he needed to turn his mind off anyways, and what better way to do so than this; Francis was also being oddly tender about this, often they just did the deed and spoke nothing of it afterwards, never really being personal about it, but this was...different in a way, more personal oddly.

Now his hand was up his shirt, both hands truthfully, the shirt was nearly off at this point, exposing most of Arthurs slender body to the elements, and to Feliciano with his roving gaze fixated on the scene in front of him.

Now Arthur was near fully undressed, Francis had his shirt on but nothing on underneath, his dick half hard and a small bottle of lube he had bought along for the occasion, he slowly prepared Arthur, fingering him first with one finger, then two, taking in the soft groans coming from Arthur, and interestingly Feliciano seemed to be enjoying this a little too much, but he was unimportant right now, right now it was Arthur who was important.

He inserted his dick into Arthurs well prepared hole, slowly, listening as his groaning became more pronounced and pleasured as it went in deeper, his hands gripping his shoulders and kneading them with his hands, until he had fully inserted his dick into him and started to gyrate his hips, eliciting pleasured moans from Arthur, Feliciano too, who had undressed to only his shirt, the sound of two people at his mercy, though not in the way it used to be, it still went to his head, both of them, and he smiled giddily, aim growing sloppy, all three in the room pleasured immensely as Francis came, now tired, collapsing onto the table as Arthur slowly stood up.

“Dear lord we haven’t done that in a while.” Said with an odd airyness that made it sound far too formal for the person you were just being railed by.

But this is Arthur and Francis, England and France remember that now, everything about them is odd in a way, and Italy, after having witnessed all of that came quite loudly, he screamed as he did so, quite a noise for both of them.

“Well maybe we can go again...”