Bel had only been in a light sleep, and he fact that he was also a trained assassin who always slept in a state so to wake up whenever he sensed something, so when he felt the grazing against his lips he couldn’t help but wake up.
A hand moved, fingers tangling gently into the locks at the side of Fran’s head.
“Love you…” He mumbled, gently kissing the illusionist back, his free arm pushing him up into a slight sitting position so he could carry out the action properly.
Oh, how he loved to kiss the younger; To feel those soft tiers on his own rougher ones, the small sparks that went through him whenever they made contact… This was love, right?
Ah. So he was awake.
His eyes had fully closed by now, leaning forward just a little to press back against the kiss. It was so warm, so soft… he just couldn’t bring himself to admit that he missed this. Terribly.
If he told Bel just that… what would he say? How would he react? Will he tease the frog, or simply accept it? There was no way of telling how the psychotic male would act, really. But for some strange reason, the tealette wasn’t worried. Not in the slightest. He knew he could trust the him, he knew he wouldn’t hurt him in any way. Back then, he’d be the last person he would ever think about being close to, but now…
“Mmm.” Fran nodded, acknowledging the prince’s words, tilting his head slightly. His cheeks were already burning red, but he didn’t care. “I love you, senpai…”
He muttered it again and again in quiet whispers- because no matter how many times he said it, it just never seemed to be enough for them both.
(Source: lllussionist)
