Dolly Mixtures Musebox

The hand under his shirt drew out a shiver that rolled up along Bel's spine as fingers traced up and down along his skin. As much as lust was an underlying urge, he rarely acted on it, usually favoring inaction above all else. So giving in to something like that, and with the one prince he felt an urge to give in with, after so much time avoiding it made it all the better.

"Levi." The nickname was almost groaned out against his lips as Bel pressed in a little closer, his own hands releasing their hold on Levi's shirt to slide down between them instead.