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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? ]