Bel hummed a rather… Strange tune, albeit extremely happy, and began to pepper gentle kisses all over the other’s face.
“Bel. Loves. Fran.” He said in between three kisses, the third ending up on Fran’s lips; Childish as it may seem, it was probably the only way he could get his message across other than having to physically carve it into Fran’s skin. His hands had moved now, resting on the younger’s sides where the curves of his body dipped inwards, obviously more content now than he had been before.
“Fran should smile like that more often.”
“Nn–” The kouhai whimpered as he was practically showered with kisses, a blush gracing his lips as Bel commented on his sudden display of emotion. “Shut it.” He retorted, his mouth slipping back into a frown. “I’m not doing that again.”
He didn’t wait for a reply, however. Pale hands raised to cup the prince’s warm cheeks, urging him to focus on the tealette. The latter hesitated for a moment, a dark blush on his face as he rolled in those soft pink lips. It was something he picked up from the streets of Italy. Although his accent still stumbled quite a bit, he still decided to give it a shot.
“Ti amo, Belphegor.”
(Source: lllussionist)
