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[Easily. You walked away and you never looked back. Looking back was what trapped you, kept you there inside of that moment. Made things awkward when they didn't need to be. Ezio couldn't even count how many times he had walked away without uttering so much as a thank you. It didn't matter anyway, did it? It wasn't like he knew their names.

Metaphorically, the moment in which Ezio could have walked away from this encounter was the brief amount of time between the other's cock leaving his mouth and that those fingers caressing his face. Figuratively, it was then that he looked back (looked up) and he was stuck. In the blink of an eye it was over and he was sinking.

Sinking and leaning into that touch, lips parting to take the tip of Prompto's thumb between them, to graze over it with his teeth before releasing. Giving into the gentle coaxing, shifting his weight and rising to his feet. Placing one hand on either side of the other's body, boxing him in against the table as they kissed.

Prompto is speaking and it's difficult to get two brain cells to actually work together to comprehend what he's actually saying. Especially when his hands are on him, trailing heat over his skin and reaching for the hardness between his legs, providing glorious friction that has him rocking into the touch.]

How would you like me?

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[ that's a loaded question if he's ever heard one. what should he say? it's like he's always stuck in that cycle of being too afraid to speak up, but time in duplicity has taught him that he can't waste the opportunity. he's pretty sure this is never going to happen again, and even if it does... what are the chances it's going to be just like this? he pants against ezio's mouth, humming out a soft approval when he gets his hand around him through fabric and gives a purposeful squeeze. ]

I, ah, I was thinking... [ which is so hard right now. he can barely get his mouth to work. ] W–well, you know, in me. But not sure you've got anything for that in the kitchen.

[ why were they in the kitchen again? prompto's having a tough time recalling that particular reason right now, but it doesn't keep him from trying to slide a little closer, trailing his mouth down along ezio's shoulder and pressing his teeth to his skin. it's not quite a bite, just the illusion of one before he sucks at the spot a bit harder than he normally would. he's beginning to understand that he kind of likes it rougher; at least a touch more than prompto's ever been used to with the few people he's been with.

it's kind of exciting, but he's also worried it's not going to be enough. he might not be enough. still, he's going to try, and he uses his other hand to pull at those thin pants, determined to get them over ezio's thighs so he can look down and – whoa, yeah. he has to be doing something sort of right if he's that hard. prompto teases his thumb against the tip, breathing the words out against the underside of ezio's jaw before he can even stop himself. ]

You're really hot. [ it's the stupidest thing to say at the wrong time, but oh well. there it is. ]

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[It's too much.

It's too much. It's too close. Too intimate.

And yet all Ezio can imagine in that moment is Prompto spread out over his bed, all pale, freckles skin marked with swirling red and purple bruises. All beautiful blue eyes staring up at him as he moved, all blond, sunny hair fanned out across his pillow.

It's too much but he wants it. His entire body aches with how much he wants it. With how much he wants Prompto.

Thumb brushes over the tip of his cock and it hardens impossibly more. Breath catches within his throat at that nuzzle, and he's entirely ready to slip away, to lead Prompto to his room and do exactly as he wanted.

Until those words reach his ears and he pulls away, just enough to cup the others jaw in return, the smirk that crosses his feature entirely ego filled.]

And you're about to fuck me. [It's a distraction, a chance to pull away. To step out of the tangle of his pants, to take a step backward and gesture for Prompto to follow.]

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[ the flush that sweeps over him at those words is almost extreme. it's a different sort of thing in comparison to the heat of arousal, swallowing around whatever nerves trying to creep up amidst all the desire so he can slowly slip off the table and shake off his pants onto the floor. the most embarrassing thing is going to be collecting his clothes when he leaves, but that's much later in the future. right now, it's about following ezio and trying to memorize everything about this moment because he's certain there will be no repeat of it.

would he allow himself that? he isn't quite sure, but he does make an effort to keep up.

eventually, he decides to overtake him, just enough so he can get an arm around his shoulders and haul himself close for another kiss. he doesn't want to be passive in this, not after what just happened on the kitchen table, and he bites at ezio's lower lip a little harder than he intends, sucking at it in an attempt to soothe. maybe he means it as a distraction, but there's no harm in prolonging this. right? there's a low-thrumming excitement to all of this, wrapped in the shadows and pressed to ezio so intimately that he can feel every part of him. what'll it be like when they — ]

Guess that makes me pretty lucky, huh? [ it's an absent mumble against his mouth, nipping at his lip once more before drawing away so he can give ezio a bit of a chase through his own place. he doesn't actually know where he's going, but how hard could it be to find his room? ]