It was only at times like this where Bel would behave- He had pushed his limits, today, and made Fran cry twice- in a public place, no less-, which in turn broke his own heart. Quiet, breathy laughter left his lips when his face was nuzzled, a sweet, uncharacteristic grin imposing itself on his face- Only a sliver of those early whites showed through the small grin, no manic tendancies showing at all, and it almost seemed as if Bel was a normal male in his twenties. Almost.
The warm presence of Fran’s hands could be felt on his shoulders, another at the corner of his lips- Ah, he was being kissed.
A content sound left the confines of his mouth, his whole body visably relaxing, shoulders slumping and breathing steadying; Although his heart was thudding dangerously against his ribcage.
After a few moments, Fran slowly moved away from Bel’s face and sighed softly, “Then I’ll be closing my eyes too.” He wanted to be fair with him, at least for now. His hands slid from Bel’s shoulders to his arms, an idea popping into his head. Slightly hesitating, the illusionist slowly leaned forward and bit the prince’s neck, leaving a small red mark on the smooth skin.
Without opening his eyes, he sat back and smiled to himself, satisfied that he had finally dared to do something like that. “Payback.” Fran spoke in a content voice.
(Source: lllussionist)
