“The Prince said he would behave today…” The blonde’s lips downturned into a pout, shifting a little when he felt the material of his sleeve being tugged at- Although he didn’t move away.
Face heated up when he felt the cool hand resting upon his cheek, eyes closing for a brief moment in relaxation; It was nice. He felt cared for, he felt… Well, loved. It was overwhelming, in a good way, and this was an extremely welcomed feeling.
“You like a psychopath?” He whispered, curtained optics cracking open as velvety lips claimed his own; He found that hard to contemplate, although he had also fallen for that sarcastic bastard that insisted on insulting him every step of the way. He didn’t mind, though, not at all. The Prince’s hands held the tealette’s face with care, delicately reciprocating the kiss.
The illusionist smirked and pulled back for a second, answering the blonde’s question with a breathy giggle. “Is that a problem?” He never really cared how psychotic the guy would decide to be. Bel was Bel, and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. This was the manic prince he loved.
Arms lifted and wrapped themselves around Bel’s neck, pulling him closer. This made it easier for Fran to rest his lips onto the senpai’s own without having to stand on the tip of his toes. Hesitantly, he tilted his head to one side to try and deepen the kiss. He vaguely wondered if Bel was going to push him away in any minute now…
(Source: lllussionist)
