“The Prince made sure nobody was looking.” Wiping away more of the now calming tears with the cloth, he wondered whether Fran was mad…
The question was his answer.
With a nod of his head and a quick, glancing check around the restaurant, he leant forward and pressed another kiss to the male’s lips, making it last just a little longer than the one just before it.
“You shouldn’t lie to the Prince.” Bel had mumbled the sentence against Fran’s soft tiers, hidden optics half lidded as he did so; Opening fully however, he moved back, “We can leave if you want.“ He wasn’t really sure what had got Fran so worked up like this, but if it was something in the restaurant then he’d leave as soon as possible if the tealette wanted to.
Although… He did have to do what Fran said today. He was like a puppet without strings.
To be honest, the young illusionist had forgotten that he didn’t want to be kissed in public in the first place. There really was no reason for him to, though? That’s strange…
At that second time, he let out a soft sigh at the feeling of Bel’s lips against his, eyelids fluttering shut at the warm feeling it gave. Even though it ha only been a few hours since they had that deal, Fran missed this. Very much so.
"Sorry…” He whispered back as Bel moved away. “I don’t want to leave yet… It’s just that earlier, you… I mean, I said…” He shifted uncomfortably on his seat, unsure on how he should explain it to the prince.
(Source: lllussionist)
