Fran felt the familiar feeling of long slender arms wrapping around his waist as he ambled back to his bedroom from getting one last drink of water before going to take an afternoon nap, having nothing better to do. He rolled his teal blue eyes as the familiar laughter of a certain fake prince resounded in his ears.

"Ushishishi. The prince decided to be bored today and so came to look for the peasant frog. He had better appreciate the prince taking all the trouble to come here to find him. Ushishishi."

Fran tried to push Bel's embrace off him, saying in his wonderfully monotonous voice "The fake prince should just leave poor frog alone to go take his afternoon nap and wait until night time when everyone's asleep excluding Boss and Captain before entertaining himself."

The prince stabbed his knife into the big black frog hood Fran had on his head, before swooping the smaller male up bridal style and running off to his own room. He was determined to claim the froggy his once and for all. A prince has the absolute right to do whatever he likes, and he shall.

Bel threw the body on to his royal king-sized bed and swiftly locked the door behind him, leaving Fran no escape as the windows had been sealed hut as well. The frog was about to open his mouth to insult the prince when the blonde leapt on top of him and pressed his lips on to his slightly open mouth. His tongue slipped in slowly, tasting every part of the dainty mouth he was raping. His tongue lustfully licked the other's, sending a shudder down Fran's spine. The force of the kiss knocked the giant frog hood off, and it rolled on the floor.

Bel opened his eyes at the sound of the thud and saw the rest his lover's normally-concealed-by-the-overrated-frog-hat's sea blue hair cascading down his shoulders. It was a lot longer than he had expected it to be, reaching all the way to somewhere near his shoulder blades.

The pair parted for breath, and Bel sniggered at the faint blush dusted on his kouhai's cheeks. When his un-cute kouhai wasn't being un-cute and insulting, he was actually one of the most charming and beautiful things Bel had ever seen. He loved how Fran would simply lose control of his entire emotionless façade whenever Bel did things like this to him. Bel had woken up that day with a maddening thirst to ravish the boy, and now he was getting it.

He pulled the turquoise t-shirt off the boy and took his own off in tandem, before pressing his lips on to his kouhai's once again, carefully licking and sucking on the smaller boy's slender tongue. He rubbed his thumbs back and forth on Fran's sensitive pink nipples, rigid from Bel's touch and the cold air. He kissed him deeper, becoming hungrier for Fran's unsightly sounds when his breath hitched for the first time.

From his mouth, he slowly moved down to the froggy's bare neck, sucking and biting on the tender flesh. Fran moaned softly when Bel hit a sensitive spot, enjoying a jolt of pleasure run down his spine. It was in rare times like this that he didn't mind being powerless. His only weakness was Bel, he admitted that a long time ago.

Bel moved over his kouhai's smooth, creamy skin and took his left nipple into his mouth, rubbing it back and forth with his warm and wet tongue. He continued rubbing the other with his cold fingers, distinctly feeling yet another shudder from the boy below him. Fran gasped, barely managing another breath.

"Not… Both of them at once… Sempai… Ahn." Fran moaned again. Bel straddled Fran's hips and felt his erection in his pants against his own. He rubbed their clothed hips together, feeling the heat radiating from the boy below him. Fran moaned slightly louder, bending his knees and grasping the sheets below him.

Bel got back to his knees and dragged Fran's pants and green boxers down, freeing the animal inside, before doing the same with his own. He lowered his head and licked the slit at the top of Fran's member, feeling it shudder and hearing Fran's sexy moan. He pressed the tip of his tongue on the thin slit and sank Fran's manhood into his wet mouth, his tongue slipping off midway. He pushed down all the way until he reached the base and swallowed, trapping it in a vacuum like suction.

"AGH. Bel… Sempai… Ugh shit…" Fran moaned in between heavy pants as Bel bobbed his head up and down, feeling it growing harder and harder every time he sank head back on to Fran's hips. Fran moaned incessantly, and with almost every one Bel pumped faster, feeling Fran's precum spread around his mouth. Fran felt seemingly lightheaded as he moaned again at Bel's mouth clamping down tightly on his heat, before it pulled gently back, and then sinking down again and again and again. For a moment, he never wanted it to end. He could feel his orgasm building up from somewhere far away. He started bucking his hips in tandem with Bel's head, pushing himself closer to orgasm.

Bel, knowing this, reached up and pushed his fingers into Fran's slightly open mouth, coating it with saliva and at the same time, massaging the insides of his kouhai's cheeks and teasing his slightly immobile tongue. When he decided they were lubricated enough, he withdrew them andused his other hand to push Fran's hips up off the bed a little, sinking his index finger into the twitching hole.

"NGAAAHH. BEL!" Fran gasped as he felt Bel's finger sink into him. The prince hooked his finger inside the kouhai and pulled up halfway before pushing him again. He thrusted faster and faster, listening carefully to each and every moan that slipped from his lover's mouth. He added a second finger after a while, and went back to focus on sucking the orgasm out of Fran while his fingers scissored inside the tight hole, loosening it and bracing it for entry.

"Bel... I'm really gonna... I'm coming... soon..." Fran panted weakly. Bel released his kouhai's throbbing cock at this, before folding his legs up against the smaller boy's chest. Fran let slip a small whine of protest when Bel stopped, but was quickly lost in his senses again when his sempai sank his 7-inch miracle up his ass.

Fran's breath hitched before breaking into a high-pitched moan as Bel thrusted deeper into him. The prince, however, was submerged in his own messed up senses, feeling the tight, hot muscles throbbing against his own erection.

He pumped harder still, Fran crying out once or twice, Bel's member having hit his prostrate hard. The prince aimed for his froggy's sweet spot with precision, and, if not hit it spot on, and least brushed it every time he sank back down into the smaller boy. Fran yelled in the pleasure as he clenched more of the white sheets in his hands, probing Bel to push in even harder and faster until the prince had released his seed on to the froggy's prostrate.

Fran felt the extra pressure push against his spot, and broke, spilling seed all over his own stomache, emitting a loud moan unanimously. He slowly released his grip on the now crumpled and seedstained sheets as he felt Bel roll off him on to the bed, panting harder than Fran had been.