When Fran entered the room, the blonde was already led down, legs bent at the kneeand hands linked behind his head.
“Feel better?” He asked quietly, stifling a yawn as hidden hues remained focused on the knife littered cieling; With a slight arch of his back, the assassin stretched before rolling to the opposite side of the bed, allowing Fran room to just walk up and sit.
“Froggy looks cute.”
“Much better.” He honestly loved the refreshing feeling after a nice warm bath. Especially before bed- god, it was usually the only time of the day he actually felt clean.
Fran strode over to the figure sprawled across the bed, an idea forming in that mischievous head of his. “I’m just wearing the same clothes from earlier, though.” It was the blonde he should be saying something about, really. Why, he was barely wearing anything!
Slowly and sort of sensually, he crawled between his senior’s spread legs and hovered over him, a shadow looming over the older male as Fran placed his hands beside Bel’s head. He opened his mouth to say something that would’ve gotten the prince riled, but the look on Bel’s face looked so serene, so relaxed. Suddenly the idea of pissing him off didn’t seem to be a good one after all. …Well that backfired.
Fran snapped his mouth back shut and pouted, pursing his lips as if he were deep in thought. “Mmmmn… ” He hummed as he tried to think of something to say. Unfortunately, nothing came to mind.
(Source: lllussionist)
