“… What does Fran want to do?” He asked after a while, hoisting Fran up so his face was now directly above his own, “Does Fran want to go back home?” Hands tucked themselves underneath the back of the illusionist’s shirt while he leant upwards, tongue darting out to lick the supple lips belonging to the younger.
“The Prince will do what Fran wants to do.” Laying back down again, he stared up at his other half, thumbs making slow, soothing motions on the small of Fran’s back. The Prince relaxed as he felt a subtle breeze, the blades of grass around them tickling the side of his face; So tranquil…
Fran hummed at the question. “It’s not like I have anything in mind so- ah-” His eyes widen in surprise as he felt a certain wetness against his lips, causing his cheeks to burn red, a hand darting up to cover his mouth. “Wha– what the heck, senpai.” The flustered illusionist scolded him quietly, lightly punching the blonde on the shoulder.
He sighed and moved back, resting his chin on Bel’s shoulders and playing with one of the prince’s blonde locks. He absentmindedly twirled it in his finger, admiring just how soft it was. “We should be heading back soon, though.”
(Source: lllussionist)
