“Hm? But Fran got mad because the Prince wasn’t here.” The blonde sighed, and took the first chance he could to pull Fran over and onto his lap, no hesitance in his actions.
“The Prince wanted to keep it as a surprise, though, so he couldn’t say anything.” Hands moved up to the tealette’s shoulders, idly massaging them as he spoke, “The Prince missed Fran so much so he wanted to give Franny a surprise.” Head dipping after a few moments of silence after speaking, Bel kissed the corner of Fran’s lips, humming happily.
Oh. Bel was worried about that.
“Wa–” Before he could comment on it, the illusionist was suddenly pulled onto the prince’s lap without permission. His cheeks start to heat up at the position they were in, but Fran tried his best to ignore it. That is, until the blonde started to massage him gently.
Involuntarily, Fran moaned softly at the pressure, his eyelids dropping shut as he enjoyed the feeling of Bel’s fingers pressing against his shoulders. As soon as Bel leaned down to kiss Fran, the latter shyly kissed back. The prince’s warm lips against his.
Boy, did he miss this.
(Source: lllussionist)
