“The Prince doesn’t play fair.” He stated easily, a manic grin on his face that was hidden against Fran’s cheek. Bel continued to wait for his answer, hand moving back up the other’s side and nails once again dragging back down; When he felt the palms against his shoulders, though, he moved back, staring down at the tealette.
“Eh? The Prince can’t go off that! Tell him properly!” The blonde scowled, nails once again beginning their onslaught on the illusionist’s side, “The Prince will carry on teasing and hurting until Fran tells him.” His voice had dropped down into a whisper, a quiet hum leaving the back of his throat.
Really considering hitting him there now.
“You’re terrible.” The illusionist grumbled in annoyance, clenching those wide shoulders tighter. Seriously, if Fran hadn’t missed the guy so much, he would’ve upped and fought back by now.
Another shudder shot up his body as he felt those fingers playing with his sides. It seems that Bel wasn’t going to quit teasing him anytime soon. With a sigh and still avoiding the blonde’s gaze, he gave in. “…Your kisses, alright? I missed them.” The kouhai spoke rather coldly with a scowl on his face. “Happy now, fallen prince?”
(Source: lllussionist)
