A smirk lined those royal tiers as he heard the stutter, moving to straddle Fran’s waist instead of hovering over him so hands could hold onto that fragile face.
“The Prince loves Fran.” He whispered, back arching as he leant down to press a gentle kiss to the plush lips, “He missed Fran so much.” Repeating the previous kiss once, he then made a trail of them back down to where he had first begun kissing, nipping at the joint once again.
“What did Fran miss most about the Prince?”
Ah, crap. That smirk on the blonde’s face only proved that he, in fact, did hear that stutter.
“Nn–” Fran whined quietly as Bel planted light kisses down his neck before his body trembled as the prince paid attention to that area again. Small hands curled themselves in to prevent Fran from pulling the blonde closer, the younger trying his hardest to control himself.
He looked up at Bel at that question, blinking at him a couple of times as he thought of an answer. Suddenly, a heavy blush climbed up his face as he quickly turned away, staring off into another direction. “…That’s a secret.”
(Source: lllussionist)
