“The Prince will lick the drink off Froggy’s legs.” He teased, head tilting back as he grinned maniacally up at Fran, tongue darting out to lick his lips; Moving back, he pulled the pyjama clad male on top of his own suited one, hand moving behind the tealette’s head as he pulled him down.
Tongue dragged slowly over the mark above his lip, humming happily when the sweet flavour coated over his taste buds.
“Next time, the Froggy should make sure his drink is cold before drinking it; It’s called hot chocolate for a reason.”
“…?!!” Cheeks flushed furiously at the suggestion, causing him to look like a literal tomato. Just what kind of idea was tha–
“Ah-” Before he even had time to move away, Bel had pulled him down onto the bed with him, the kouhai landing onto the strong chest with a quiet ‘oof’. There was a confused look on his face as he laid there and wondered just what the guy was planning. He found out soon enough when suddenly a hand snaked up to the back of his head and pulled him down towards the prince. Fran gasped quietly and shuddered at the wet feeling across his face- did Bel just…?
Crap, this isn’t good. He needed to regain his dignity somehow. He decided with a counterattack tease; something that’d usually make the prince blush furiously just as the illusionist did. He 'shyly’ looked away and avoided looking the blonde in the eye, quietly mumbling, “If Bel-senpai promises to be gentle… then maybe I’ll let him lick them…”
(Source: lllussionist)
