For m' w'fe Pyros75

It was love at first sight.
Francis Bonnefoy only caught a glimpse of the man, short haired and bushy eyebrowed, but he couldn't get the image out of his head. He often thought about who the man was, dreaming up a quiet, scholarly lover who enjoyed cuddling and maybe cats.
Eventually, the man took over his thoughts to the point of making him unable to do anything productive.
He had to paint this man.
There was a canvas in his back room that he had been saving. Not by his own choice, of course. It was gifted to him by a travelling man from Romania who told him to only use it to paint something he had lost.
He thought it was just a special request...until the painting was finished.
Francis leaned back to admire his work, but noticed it was glowing. Slowly, the image of his love morphed to a three dimensional shape and fell onto the floor.
"What the bloody hell?" The man said.
"Y-you're 'ere?!"
"I'm where?"
"My 'ouse!"
The Brit looked around, confusion on his face. "I think I've seen you before..."
"At zhe market?"
"Yeah. You were checking out the cucumbers."
Francis smiled suggestively. "Oui? Like zhis one?" He lifted the green vegetable from the basket by his paints, sliding his fingers over it.
The other blushed, covering his face with his arm to hide it.
"Onhonhon~ 'ow cute!" Francis dropped the cucumber and glided over to his visitor. He planted a soft kiss on the man's cheek, triggering a darker blush. "Can I ask you somezhing?"
"Um...yes?"
"What name will I be calling out later?"
"A-Arthur!" The blonde choked out, shocked at the directness of the Frenchman.
"Arzhur~" Francis purred deeply into Arthur's ear. His hands ventured onto the other's ass, fondling it carefully. The Brit let out a small squeal of surprise.
Francis kissed Arthur's lips, smiling as his partner melted into it.
Francis's fingers danced into Arthur's pants, grazing his member delicately.
He guided his lover to the bed, pressing him into the sheets and kissing his neck.
Arthur moaned loudly, grabbing onto the bedsheets. The Frenchman began to strip the Brit of his vest, then his tie, and finally his shirt. He peppered his chest and stomach in soft kisses, adjusting his body to straddle him.
Arthur let out soft grunts and pants as Francis worked off his pants, grinning at his naked body.
He then began to strip himself, making a show of it. Arthur bit his lip, huffing in anticipation.
He lightly probed Arthur's entrance carefully, feeling it twitch expectantly.
He slid one finger in, receiving a moan. After swirling it about slowly, he added another, and then a third. Arthur shuddered beneath his touch.
"Take me." Arthur begged in sweet agony.
Francis complied, sliding his member into place. He entered his lover. The tightness squeezing around his member was pure ecstasy.
He thrusted quickly, hearing moans and screams.
"Say my name." Francis purred. "Say Francis."
"Fr-ahhh-ncis!" Arthur yelled out, clawing at the frenchman's back.
"Again!"
"FRANCIS!"
Arthur came, forgetting to warn his lover. Francis's climax followed soon after and he quickly moved to lick up the mess.
"Zhis shall be zhe start of somezhing beautiful." He whispered calmly before falling into sleep.

Are you happy my love? My angel? My queen? I hope you expected my own brand of hardcore smut. ^_^