He was only doing as he was told because, well… Every time the Prince was himself, his Frog cried or got angry with him. It was honestly hard to believe that Fran had fallen in love with his normal self.
Plus, he had made a royal promise to do whatever Fran told him to for today.
Now that his arms had lowered, Bel could afford to loosen his grip, his jacket hanging onto the tealette’s form easily now; Pale hands crept upwards, fingers burrowing themselves into the soft strands as he grew more comfortable with the kiss.
A muffled sound of laughter escaped him when he heard the cute noises that the kouhai willingly let out, tongue darting out when he felt the plush tiers parting; It swept across the underside of white teeth first before brushing up against Fran’s own tongue. He’d had to lean down more so they both were on equal grounds, giving Fran a chance to have his own way if he wanted.
“Ah…!” The younger gasped at the feeling of a warm, slick tongue entering his mouth, those thin fingers of his curling in to clutch tightly onto Bel’s shoulders. He moaned softly, shyly attempting to push back with his own tongue.
It wasn’t much of a fight, though. He was too hesitant, too unsure of himself. The most he could do was slightly push Bel’s tongue back and flick his own against it, but he definitely had no strength beyond that. He completely melted in the prince’s arms, blushing madly at the feeling it gave.
That was when the prince’s name fell from his lips in a breathy gasp, again and again… and again.
(Source: lllussionist)
