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[His plan was to make Prompto feel comfortable and not so concerned about cheating because that would be stressful with all the little tricks they have to get people to produce more chroma. It wasn't his intention to make his boyfriend feel cornered--or like he was giving him an ultimatum though he does understand how it might be interpreted that way only after he said it.]

I don't think you have anything to worry about unless you have a twin walking around here, or something. [He watches Prompto for a moment longer like he's going to say something, but instead just leans back against the couch.]

Thanks. I don't know if I would be able to deal with it all if you weren't here with me. [It's not what he was going to say, but it's still comforting in the same way. Or at least he hopes. Nero puts his hand on Prompto's, tugging gently.] Hopefully your ex girlfriend doesn't try to take you from me.

[ He does his best not to pull a face when he says that. Twin. Yeah. Totally possible if a bunch of MTs suddenly dropped in Lunatia without their helmets on. But that's another thought for another time, slowly shifting so he presses against Nero's side and rests his head on him. All of this, honestly, is laughable, and he doesn't even feel like the same person he had been over a year ago when he'd first come to Duplicity.

How many more times would he hear that from people he's known? It's worrying, honestly. ]

Nah. I mean, I don't even know what she looks like. [ That's probably not helping. Prompto's laugh is a little weak. ] Maybe it's not the best tactic, but I've been kinda avoiding talking to a lot of people. Still not really sure what to make of this place.

I'm kidding! [He doesn't know what that slight change in Prompto's expression was, but he'd rather be safe than sorry.] I don't think I'd actually go for your twin if you were around. [It was supposed to be reassuring but it comes out a bit questionable, but hopefully Prompto knows what he means. He lets his head rest on top of his boyfriend's blond hair for a while, smiling.]

I'm okay if you never know what she looks like. [Nero lets himself laugh too, feeling a strange sense of comfort and safety like this. It's almost the perfect atmosphere to say something stupid.]

It's not perfect, but at least no one has tried to have me sold at an auction to the highest bidder. I think you should try to talk to people..make friends. Just not boyfriends or girlfriends. [His fingers squeeze at Prompto's hand as he shifts to look over at him.] I'm sorry I'm so possessive.. I try not to be, but I love you. [Yeah, definitely a comfortable enough moment to say a stupid thing.]

[ He's absolutely certain he knows where this is going before it even gets there, and Prompto scrambles from where he's sitting to crawl on him, immediately pressing his palm against his mouth to smother the 'I love you' into a mumble. He can still make it out, feeling his chest squeeze at the thought as his expression falls, and there's a slight shake of his head, insistent on Nero not saying anything else. ]

Don't. [ It's a soft protest. ] I – I don't wanna jinx this, okay? I know, and I think I do too. But... [ How does he explain this without it being strange? ] I've had bad luck with people telling me that and then disappearing the next day. I wouldn't know what to do if you left me here again.

[ So, Nero might be a little possessive, but Prompto's apparently clingy. And slowly, he lets his hand drop so he can press forward and gently kiss him. His fingers push through his hair, and he wriggles to embrace him, tucking his face against that spot between neck and shoulder and hoping that Nero wouldn't be mad at him for this. ]

[Before he can say anything there's a hand on his mouth trying to stop him from getting out those last words. Nero can take a hint. Maybe now wasn't the best time to reveal something like that.

He understands what Prompto has gone through to some extent. So he's not surprised that he knows already, but he is disappointed to hear that his boyfriend thinks he does as well even though he doesn't want to talk about it anymore. Nero nods, giving in easily to Prompto's request as he'd never cave this easily for anyone else. Nero feels the opposite way, though. He feels like they could be separated again, so why bother to hold back when it could all end?

Because he loves Prompto whether or not the feeling is reciprocated, he'll do as he says even once the hand leaves his mouth.]

Fine, then I hate you. I hate you so much. [He grins, arms tightening around Prompto as he shifts to push him down onto his back, trapping the shorter man between himself and the couch.] I just can't stand being around you and it makes me so miserable. [Nero presses kisses to Prompto's lips, his chin, and then his neck while his hands start to undo the front of his pants.]

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[ Something in him relaxes almost immediately, and he laughs until Nero's pushing him backwards, arms tugging at him to pull the other down with him. This is stupid, he thinks, because he shouldn't get so worked up over someone telling him that they love him, but Duplicity has scarred him with that particular trust, which he should have learned the first time with Ivy. But he's gullible enough to keep his heart on his sleeve, his fingers gently raking through Nero's hair and settling at the nape as his hips lift automatically in some attempt to wordlessly help Nero get his pants open. He exhales on a sharp breath, eyes half-closed. ]

You're a bad liar. [ Lighthearted, soft. He thinks he would be content to have this forever if it meant them being together without any complications between them, but they still haven't been here long enough to figure anything out. ] But I guess you can't help how you feel...

[ And yet, he does nothing to persuade him to stop touching him. In fact, he gently pulls to draw him up closer so he can kiss him again, trailing his own path over his jaw so he can nuzzle against him. ]

[Nero doesn't usually see the point of lying, so, yes. He's a horrendous liar, but he's not going to let the wording stop him from showing Prompto that he's serious about how he feels regarding his boyfriend. As far as he's concerned, life could throw whatever at them and as long as they were together it wouldn't be so bad.]

You guess. [He repeats the words, laughing against Prompto's face when his head turns to kiss his jaw instead. Nero is not really trying to make this moment about sex, but also thinks he might implode if he's not allowed to say the words and also not act on them. So he takes his time to see, taste, and feel every part of the younger man he'd fallen in love with some time ago.

Prompto's pants don't give him as much trouble as his brain does trying to pull away from those lips, but he manages eventually. He tosses aside clothing as it comes off and makes himself at home between his boyfriend's legs, kissing along his length from base to tip.]

I'm going to make hate to you and reluctantly spoon you because the last thing I want to be is close to you. [Nero says, deadpan, doing his best to seem stern and serious.]

[ He kind of forgets the point of what they were talking about by the time he's naked and half-turned on simply from having all of Nero's attention on him. There's a flush across the entirety of his torso and is spreading over his thighs, body warmed by those lips and how much he suddenly really wants Nero's mouth on him. Or his fingers in him. Prompto squeezes his eyes shut, hand reaching down to lightly grip at Nero's hair and give it a half-hearted tug. ]

Funny, [ he whispers, parting his legs a little wider to give Nero a bit more room. ] I was gonna say I want you real close. [ Another little breath, and he groans. ] Nero —

[ Just how fast they turn each other on should mean something about the way he feels, but maybe it isn't enough. Maybe, just this once, he could break this new rule and tell him after. Much later, when he's reluctantly spooning him. ]

[Nero's just about to take Prompto into his mouth when he makes that comment and he pauses to laugh just for a second before continuing. Maybe he should have paused a bit longer because smiling and trying not to laugh with a full mouth was probably not the most sexy thing for him to see at the moment.

Hearing his name returns his focus to what he's doing and he pulls Prompto's hips closer and into a better position to bob his head slowly while the fingers of one hand run over his hole. He probably should have thought about lube before, but he's busy now. Nero looks up at his boyfriend expectantly, pulling back just to keep his lips around the tip of his cock while his tongue pushes against and over the slits and ridges where he's most sensitive as if proving his usefulness is his way of saying he's "not it".]

[ If he keeps doing that, he's going to come before he even has a chance to do much of anything. So, his fingers tighten a little more in his hair, moaning quietly under his breath as he searches for the words. ]

It's, um. I–it's...

[ He gropes around for the edge of the couch cushion, slipping his hand under it to search for the lube he'd stashed there. It had become habit to have it in random places of the house back in Duplicity, and for some reason, it had been the first thing he'd done once they'd started getting settled into this place. With surprisingly good aim, he tosses it in Nero's direction so that it lands right within reach. ]

Hurry. Please, I just... I want you. [ As if that's changed since the first time they'd met in that bathhouse. ]

[Nero remembers that Prompto used to store lube in easy to access places around the house before, but didn't realize he'd done the same here or he might have been encouraged to try to break in each room in the apartment that way sooner.

He wants to just disappear into the feeling that rushes over him from hearing Prompto say that he wants him. That impatience must be contagious because he straightens up to get his cock coated with the lube, but gets a little messy about getting it onto his boyfriend's hole. Nero gets one metal finger in him comfortably followed by another, only realizing that it's not the hand he'd normally use belatedly. He freezes for a second, but fights the immediate urge to apologize.]

Wrong fingers. [He mumbles, a noticeable flush spreading over his face down to his chest. Nero corrects the mistake soon after because he's replacing his fingers with his cock instead.] Damn, you always feel perfect. [Nero whispers softly as he drops down onto one arm to hold himself up as he groans near Prompto's ears, his hips pushing forward to sink himself fully inside the familiar squeeze that's distinctly Prompto.]

[ He gasps, hips jerking sharply at the cool feel of metal and lube at the same time, but there's not really much he can say, unsure if there's a protest forming in his throat or another moan. It warms a little, though not nearly enough, and when Nero shifts to thrust inside him, Prompto arches his back in an attempt to accommodate, immediately forgetting exactly how or why they'd gotten to this point.

It's tight, a deeper stretch than he's used to since he'd begged him to hurry, but it's... perfect. ]

You feel better, [ he sighs, looping an arm around his neck and drawing him down to kiss his mouth. ] Come on – [ Because it's strange how needy he suddenly feels, the heat of their moonlacing an easy sensation to fall into as he hooks a leg around him and pulls him in closer. Ignoring the last bits of discomfort is easy too, his free hand sliding down between them to jerk himself off. ]

[Nero makes a tiny mental note to apologize for that later. It doesn't help his case for trying to express his love in non-verbal ways, but it's quickly forgotten when Prompto tugs hims closer for a kiss. He stays close as he moves, his lips on his boyfriend's as his tongue pushes past them to seek out his tongue.

If it was confusing before to separate where his visceral response to being physically attracted to Prompto from the heat he felt because of how deeply he felt for him, chroma now added another layer of complexity to it all. He never needed a reward for fucking the person he loved, but things in this city worked very unusually.

His movements are loving but firm as he pushes inside him completely each time until there's a little less resistance and he can get into a steady rhythm. Nero uses his weight and gravity further momentum when he he does fuck him harder. There was no clause in the rule book that said he couldn't aggressively make love to his boyfriend. Besides, the sound of damp skin smacking together when they start to sweat is ridiculously satisfying. He never gets sick of this--any of it.]

[ It's good, it's always good, and he recalls all those softer moments between the way Nero fucks him. How ridiculous, how sweet. Those are all the things he feels as they move together, sighing louder when it gets easier, less resistance and more delicious friction causing him to shiver, and Prompto nudges him, kissing at whatever he can reach as he pants and squeezing at Nero's hips with his thighs. Harder, tighter.

Please, please becomes his mantra, fingers gently gripping at his shoulder and scratching down his back to clutch at his ass and dig in like it'll help him move faster. And at some point, Prompto think he's forgotten how to breathe, moaning loudly as the hand around his cock strokes faster and faster until he's definitely certain he isn't breathing. His orgasm hits him surprisingly sharp and sudden, no extra attention needed from Nero, and he bucks once, grasping for any hold he can get on Nero when it happens. It's dizzying and so good, unsure what to do for the first few seconds his brain drifts back to him.

Then... then, he makes a lazy effort to help, body completely pliant as he kisses at his mouth and jaw and throat. Prompto murmurs his name under his breath, coaxing and encouraging and aware of the words sitting just at the tip of his tongue. I love you. But all he feels is guilt for not being able to bring himself to say it out loud. ]

[Nero isn't so far behind Prompto, his breathing becoming more difficult when his boyfriend grips him tight. With his legs, his arm, even his insides. He's not going to last much longer than that, but when he looks at the man beneath him he can tell he's holding back something. It's not difficult to figure it out, though. Even for him.

When Prompto whispers everything but what he wants to hear, Nero feels bad that it doesn't do it. So rather than letting his boyfriend see everything play out on his expression, he stops, kisses Prompto to distract him before asking him to turn over.

It has nothing to do with not wanting to look at his lover's face. Nero loves every inch of Prompto's body, and he'd put his life on that. But he helps position him on his knees so he can slide into him again, kissing the top of his shoulder and side of his neck easily because of their height difference. He silently mouths the words he wants to hear against freckled skin.

It's not much longer after than he's close again, pulling out to finish himself the rest of the way with a few strokes from his hand, releasing over Prompto's ass and lower back.]

[ Something about this doesn't feel right, doesn't make him feel good, but he's still too blissed out to think about it as heavily as he should, moving with Nero and giving him whatever he needs. The new position is strangely intense to someone who's just come, and he drops his face to press it against his arms, breathing through the way he fucks him until there's that warm rush of release across his skin. Prompto shivers and sags into the couch, trying to catch his breath in an effort to say something. To reassure him. Anything.

But he isn't sure he can, not when he knows what would and still can't find it in him to say it out of fear. He's lost too many people that way, obviously conflicted because... Nero deserves more from him than that. If they're going to make this work — ]

Don't think I can move, [ he says instead, trying to stretch out but wanting to still be close to Nero. They're going to have to shower probably too. ] Will you – [ Biting at his lip, he turns his head to look at him. ] Hold me?

[ Maybe that would be enough for now. At least until he can get his own hangups figured out. ]

[They kind of made a mess, and Nero knows they'll have to get in the shower soon, but for now he doesn't care so much. He's sure they'll figure it out later. He thinks about pulling away now to get to the bathroom, but when Prompto glances back to look at him and asks him to stay close it's not something he can turn down.

No matter how disappointed or upset he might become, he's not sure he has it in him to refuse a request like that from someone he loves. Nero carefully switches spots with Prompto, but lies on his back so he can pull his boyfriend down on top of him comfortably. His arms settle around him securely to keep him there.

It's really stupid when he thinks about it. He knows Prompto loves him, and doesn't know why he's so fixated on the idea of hearing him say it. He shouldn't need verbal confirmation of something he can already feel, but then again Nero is stupid and doesn't make sense all the time, so it is what it is.]

I strongly dislike you.

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