[ 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.]
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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. ]
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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.