Bel looked at Fran, exhaling with wavering breath. Undressing while Fran wasn’t looking, he slipped into the large space behind Fran in the bath; At least this way, the illusionist couldn’t accuse him of looking at places he shouldn’t be.
“Why did Fran want to bathe with the Prince?” Little did Bel know that Fran had thought of it as a joke at first- He’d taken it seriously, and to be honest, the blonde only really understood his own jokes. Hands hesitantly moved to Fran’s shoulders, letting his back arch forwards and head rest on the nape of Fran’s neck.
“Aah, geez, Bel-senpai…” He whined in a soft voice, eyes shutting tight as he felt his face heating up again. “For you not to be able to tell the difference between a joke is really unbelievable.” Especially from the way Bel alway joked around, one would like to think that he would be able to easily see through jokes such as these.
But now they’re literally in the bath together.
“…Senpai too…” He whimpered a little quieter this time, eyes still shut tight in embarrassment. “Why did he agree to take a bath with me…?” Could it be possible that the blonde wanted to as well? Was that it?
(Source: lllussionist)
