Clearing his throat, the Prince shook his head.
“The Prince has to remember so then he doesn’t make Fran cry ever again. It…” A sigh, “It hurts the Prince when Fran cries. He never wants to see that again, so he has to remember that every time he says something wrong to Fran that Fran will cry.“ Hesitant at first, he leant down, pressing a gentle kiss to the younger’s lips, the volume of his voice dropping a few levels as he continued to speak.
"It’s hard not to kiss Fran when he’s so close.”
Fran tensed each time Bel mentioned him crying. “Ah, geez, Bel-senpai. I honestly don’t want to remember it. Crying makes me look p–mmpph.” Before he could even finish his sentence, the kouhai was cut off by a soft pair of lips that rested against his, causing the his face to heat up into a deep shade of red.
However, he didn’t dare move away. It was fine, wasn’t it? Their date technically over and there was hardly anyone around. At least that’s what Fran convinced himself of. He missed his kisses way too much.
The kouhai gazed at him through half-lidded eyes as the blonde moved away, then opened his mouth to speak in a soft whisper, “…Move a little closer, then.”
(Source: lllussionist)
