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[ when prompto asks, v rests an elbow on the table - manners!!! - and rests his chin in it, smiling. ]

In general I'm quite boring. I like to read, or to take walks around Lunatia to make sure I am staying exercised. I'm just as happy curled up inside as anywhere else.

[ he shrugs a bit. ]

Nero has shown me some video games, and I'm not good at them but they are interesting.

I don't think you're boring.

[ The words are soft when he speaks, downing half of his water almost slowly as he gazes at him from over the rim of the glass. Even before, in Duplicity, he'd never once thought V to be boring. ~~maybe he should write him another poem~~ ]

Video games can be really fun if you have the right people playing with you. But I think you've gotta try a lot of different stuff to figure out what you like too.

[ prompto's words get v looking up, giving a soft chuckle after a moment. ]

Well, perhaps that's true. I just consider myself quite plain, I suppose.

[ he smiles. ]

That is my goal, to try many new things. I enjoyed painting, after all, and I also enjoy playing the violin as well. I was gifted one from Vergil before he left.

[ Sorry? He what? ]

Oh come on. That's so not true! [ Even if he's a little biased, he refuses to believe V is plain. ] I could never play anything like that. I bet you're really good at it.

[ Which isn't exactly an invitation to play, but he also wouldn't be opposed to hearing it some time. ]

[ it may not be an invitation to play but -- ]

... If you would like, I can play some for you after dinner.

[ he's more than willing to do so. ]

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[ For whatever reason, the offer makes him a blush a little. What would he be able to contribute to something like that? ]

Only if you feel like it. I'm cool just spending more time with you however.

[ Which is his cue to pay a lot more attention to the rest of his plate. ]

[ he gives a gentle chuckle. ]

Well, we shall, how do they say, play it by ear?

[ that way they can just do what they would prefer. they finish up the meal and put away the dishes, and by that point v moves to get his violin. even if they are just cuddling, he has it at hand if he wants it. ]

[ At least dinner passes by relatively uneventful. Sometimes, the pressure of trying to fill the silence feels like too much, and while he assumes that V doesn't care about it, Prompto's always has to do something. And now, sitting with him, he thinks it's a silly thing to stress over; instead, he's trying to figure out how to get close without it being awkward.

...why is this kind of intimacy more difficult than sex? ]

Did you, uh, have any other plans for tonight? [ #winning ]

[ intimacy is always a struggle, v would know. it took a while for him to allow angela to get in close without finding it awkward himself.

the question has him tilting his head a bit as he sets the violin down. ]

None at all, if there was something you particularly wanted to do... I thought just being together would be good, though.

[ v just say cuddle jeez. ]

Oh, no. I meant – [ Well, he didn't mean anything really. He shrugs, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. ] Being together is nice. I feel like everything's been kinda crazy lately.

[ Or maybe he's just losing his mind. It's hard to say. ]

We could always make out too. [ Said so surprisingly direct that it's difficult to tell if he's being serious or not. ]

[ the offer to make out has v laughing a bit, but it's not at prompto - more enjoying the suggestion.

after a moment, he takes prompto's hand again and moves to sit down. this time he tugs prompto into his lap, letting him adjust before he tugs that hand up to his shoulder. ]

I admit my other idea was just lying here together with you.

[ He doesn't have to coax him too much; Prompto's practically crawling over to be in his lap, letting his fingers rest at V's shoulder before he's lightly teasing at the ends of his hair. There's a soft hum in response. ]

It's not a bad idea either. Maybe... we could do both?

[ Prompto gives him a slight smile, not bothering to bridge the gap between them as he's perfectly content on tracing the shell of V's ear and the slope of his neck. ]

[ prompto gets something very genuine - v moves his arms to wrap them around prompto's waist, leaning into him and burying his face against the side of prompto's neck. hugging him, enjoying his scent, as his sanguine traits dictate, and then pulling back slightly with a smile. ]

I feel this is a ruse to get kisses.

[ but he's teasing when he says it, tilting his head up to press a kiss to prompto's mouth. ]

[ As unexpected as the hug is, Prompto leans into it and returns the embrace without any hesitation, eyes falling closed and tilting his head back enough to give V the room he needs. Things like this he could get used to far too easily, sighing when he feels the pressure of that mouth against his. Prompto nuzzles into him. ]

I know how to keep my hands to myself. [ Never mind his hands are currently pushing deep into V's hair. A pause, kissing the corner of V's mouth gently. ] But I'm not gonna complain if you want to keep kissing me.

[ Because this is most definitely a ruse. ]

I hardly want you to have to do so. And I most definitely want to keep kissing you.

[ keep his hands to himself, he means. he's happy with his arms wrapped around prompto's waist, pressing soft kisses against his lips. he only pulls back now to press a kiss to his cheek, and the curve of his ear, before murmuring to him. ]

O summer, oft pitched'st here thy golden tent, and oft beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld, with joy, thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.

[ This is unfair in so many different ways, but mostly, it's because he has to listen to V's voice so close and try not to get turned on by it. That's probably the point, since he's failing, and Prompto shifts just a little in his lap in an attempt to ease the pressure between his legs, turning his head to nip at V's lower lip. He's then drawing him into a slow, deep kiss, fingers curling tighter into his hair. ]

You could probably say anything, and it'd be really hot. [ Classy, sure, but whatever. ] Tell me more of that one?

[ He kind of likes it. ]

[ he smiles for the compliment that prompto pays him, that he could say anything and it would sound good. but he likes speaking to prompto here, whispering poetry into his ear.

even if it's obviously causing more than cuddling, as v gently chases his tongue for a moment before he speaks again. this time he'll make his way down to his neck, speaking the words against his skin. ]

Beneath our thickest shades we oft have heard thy voice, when noon upon his fervid car, rode o'er the deep of heaven. Beside our springs sit down, and in our mossy vallies, on some bank beside a river clear, throw thy silk draperies off, and rush into the stream. Our vallies love the Summer in his pride..

[ if it wasn't exceedingly obvious, To Summer reminds him of prompto. ]

[ His breath comes just a fraction faster now, sort of realizing that he might be quoting something that reminds V of him or them or their situation, but he's never been particularly keen on deep things like this. The only time he'd tried had been the poem he'd put together in an effort to appear somewhat intellectual. Right now, if he was asked, he couldn't string two words together that were more than V's name.

He pulls at V's hair, aware that his thighs are now squeezing against V's hips. ]

I, ah – I thought you just wanted to cuddle a little.

[ It's a shaky tease because please don't stop talking to him. ]

I can stop.

[ but even that offer doesn't seem sincere, somehow - not when prompto is squeezing his thighs against his hips, his breathing coming faster. v presses a kiss to the front of his throat, then his chin, tilting his head towards him so he can kiss him on the lips again. on his way up, and between said kisses, he finishes out the poem. ]

Our bards are famed who strike the silver wire, our youth are bolder than the southern swains; our maidens fairer in the sprightly dance. We lack not songs, nor instruments of joy, nor echoes sweet, nor waters clear as heaven, nor laurel wreaths against the sultry heat.

[ he rubs their cheeks together. ]

And so it was written.

[ His mind is swimming, enough that he tries to shake his head to convince V to keep going and only manages to graze the sweetness of V's mouth before he's speaking again. It goes straight to his gut and his heart, squeezing hard with arousal and the oddest sort of desire that he recognizes basely as attraction. For once, he doesn't have much to say, trying to steady his breathing as he leans into the way their cheeks touch. ]

Mhm. [ A soft hum, and his fingers slip from V's hair, scratching lightly down the back of his neck. ] I don't want you to stop. I could listen to you for basically forever.

[ Don't judge him. He can barely think with his brain right now. He does press their foreheads together though, his own voice low and the stain of a blush fanning across his face. ]

You're perfect, you know.

[ v gives a gentle noise that's almost a purr when prompto scratches down the back of his neck, leaning against him. his green eyes watch him intently, leaning into the contact of their foreheads. ]

I could say the same of you. We are our own worst critics, perhaps, but from the outside - you are truly an exceptional individual.

[ Does V like it rougher? It's something Prompto stores away for later, stuck now on trying not to let the blush overtake every inch of him the way it has his face. He keeps his eyes closed despite how he feels V watching him. ]

Pretty sure I'm just normal from the outside. [ But he tips his head just a little to kiss him, a soft thanks for the compliment. ] I wanna know everything about you, V. At least all the stuff you want to tell me.

[ For now. ]

[ v absolutely likes it both rough and gentle. either way, he hums gently when prompto says he wants to know everything about him.

he drags his fingers back and forth across his lower back, but it's almost distractedly - not meant to entice. ]

My birthday is April 1st. [ oops that's coming up soon. ] My childhood was... lonely. I spent it believing my brother and mother had betrayed me, and when I learned the truth, it was hard to reconcile.

I enjoy reading, but William Blake is one of my favorite poets. A collection of his is the first memory I have of something that was only mine.

[ prompto may have spotted a book, with a v emblazoned on it, in both his and nero's house, and v's as well. near mirrored copies of each other. ]

I am quite good at fighting, even if my familiars do most of the work. I am simply too weak now to fight on my own for long.

[ He's glad for the reprieve, even if a little, because it means he can catch his breath and focus on more important things. Like when V's birthday is, so close to Nero's, and everything else... Prompto frowns, leaning back to look at him and lifting his hand to tuck some of his hair behind an ear. If anything, at least he can commiserate with some of that. ]

I'm sorry. [ He rests his hand against the curve between neck and shoulder. ] I was alone too, you know. Never really had any friends until I met Noct, and my – I was adopted, but my parents weren't really ever around. Kinda grew up doing a lot for myself.

[ There's a shrug. He's not really too worried about it anymore, instead shifting the conversation a bit after he kisses at the corner of V's mouth. ]

I'm sure you've got lots of good memories now though. [ He hums. ] What's your favorite color?

[ v wants to ask if prompto remembers his family - because vergil did, and had. would a lack of them have made the memories any worse, or better? he wasn't sure.

instead, prompto changes the tone of the conversation, and v gives a gentle chuckle. ]

I do. We're making some right now.

[ as for a favorite color - ]

Blue, and purple. I suppose I like them both equally.

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