He watched Fran hop down from the counter before turning away; Eyes trained themselves on the sliver of milky skin that revealed itself when the shirt was lifted, and the blonde had to swallow to soothe his drying throat.
“A-ah… Right.” Turning around, a thought stuck him- He may as well get into the bath first, right? Glancing back at Fran, his throat went dry again, a hand moving to blonde locks so fingers could nervously ruffle them; Leaving the now dishevelled locks alone, Bel sighed, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts.
Maybe he should wait for Fran to get in first.
Good. At least Bel wasn’t stubborn for now. Fran turned back around and wiggled out of his shirt before leaning down to slowly slip off his shorts then underwear. The cold breeze hit him, but it didn’t last long as he quickly stepped into the small pool of water and immersed himself in the warmth.
The illusionist sighed in relief as his muscles relaxed, enjoying the feel of the bath that the blonde prepared. Speaking of the blonde, Fran brought hi legs close to his chest in a fetal sitting position as he waited the other to step in, the blush still quite evident on his face. “O-okay, you can look now.”
(Source: lllussionist)
