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prompto argentum ⬤ final fantasy xv
residential district ⬤ level 2
moonblessing ⬤ iris

[ It feels good to have this, like some stolen moment in time. Prompto knows he isn't always going to be able to keep it, not with the way things work here, and if he ever thinks of home, it's just a mess of emotions he's still never ready to deal with. But being at Noct's side, having him there, he'd face it all a thousand times over for just another few minutes of it. Which is why he doesn't fight Noct's weight against him or the fan of his breath – no matter how much he wants to squirm from it – and he leans into him, gaze drifting in the dark up towards the ceiling as he listens to him talk. It's something he'd attuned himself to early in their relationship, and now, with things just a bit more between them, it's even nicer to have.

If only he could say those things out loud to him. ]

Me too. I'm glad stuff's kinda normal even if it's not at the same time, you know? Doesn't seem like anybody's going anywhere... [ He's jinxing himself saying that. He just knows it. ] But, um. Your turn, buddy. I pick dare.

[ Because honestly? How bad could it get? And anyway, Prompto doesn't want to keep choosing truth and accidentally say something he can't take back or doesn't know how to explain. It's like he's allergic to the L-word, a very real fear considering how many times he's tried saying it or confessing his own feelings and watching the other person just disappear or go away and never come back. Duplicity's scarred him that way, and he hates it when he thinks they're always on borrowed time here.

Still, it is what it is, and he gently drags his fingers over Noct's shoulder, resting his arm around him as he leans into the sofa. ]

[ Whether that was the answer Prompto wanted to hear or not, he answers it back, which Noctis is grateful for. Once less truth to drag out of him. It's easy enough for Noctis to say that he's happy here when they both know what's waiting for him on Eos. But for Prompto, after all he went through back home, then on Duplicity, and now here... He's got a lot more reasons not to like Prismatica. If Noctis can help him remember the good things here too, then at least he can feel like he's doing something right. Prompto's given him so much happiness, been there for him so many times. Noctis wants to repay him, even if it feels like he'll only manage a fraction of it. He totally just jinxed them all by saying that, but it's fine. That's something to worry about later, too. Stupid dares for tonight. ]

Dare, huh.

[ He smiles against Prompto's neck, eyes still closed, loose and lazy. A dare where neither of them has to get up? He can manage that. ]

I dare you to send the last picture on your phone to the first person in your contacts without an explanation for it.

[ He's got a lot more reasons to not like home too, most of which have more to do with Noct than anything. It's such a selfish thing, wounded deep by the events of Duplicity and how much Noct had first accepted his fate as something that had to happen. He thinks it changed after a while, but that day on the beach... Prompto squeezes his eyes shut and leans into him for a moment before those words sink in, and he just laughs. It's quiet, obviously, something almost like a snicker, but it means he has to squirm and shift to get it free, flipping through his contacts to find the first one and then the most recent pic in his camera roll. ]

Hmm. I guess Alisaie is getting a nude then. [ Which isn't actually what he's sending because he saves those somewhere else. It's really just a pic of Shadow. ] Just kidding. I met her a while ago though. Did I tell you that? She seems okay, I guess.

[ He thinks he could see why he might have been with her, outside the fact she's pretty, but they would've had to have met under different circumstances. Prompto's feelings for everyone else in his life are too complicated to wonder about past things he doesn't remember, and once he sends the pic, he settles down and nudges Noct gently before tilting enough to press a chaste kiss to his hair. He doesn't know why he does it, just that he does, and there's no taking it back once it's over. So, he has to live with it. ]

[ Okay, so Noctis was expecting an embarrassing picture to a hot friend, but even he was expecting it to work out that perfectly. He sits up, eyes opening in surprise.

Hook, line, and sinker. Prompto really got him, and Noctis huffs at how easily he fell for it, keeping his eyes open and his head up just long enough to watch Prompto send off the real result of his dare (Is that a panther moonblessed, or...?) before dropping his mouth and chin back comfortably into the crook of Prompto's neck, eyes closing again automatically, even as he murmurs with sleepy curiosity. ]

Just "okay"?

[ Noctis had heard from Alisaie that they'd met, and then... That had been the end of it. Maybe he shouldn't be surprised. They'd spent like a year or whatever in The Circle before coming here, and this time, neither of them remembered any of that. Noct's all about defying fate, so he can't really blame them. But there's just something sad about it. Missed chances, or whatever. Like wondering if he and Prompto hadn't met in Insomnia, but met here instead, if they'd be friends at all.

The pressure of the kiss sends a warm thrill through him. This is nice, isn't it? The same as they've always been, but better? If only everything around them weren't so complicated. If only every night could end this way. Noctis opens his eyes again and leans back, adjusting on the couch not to move any further way, but to look at Prompto right where he is, comfortably crushed together on the couch. ]

Dare.

[ It's a little funny, at least for the few seconds it lasts, and Prompto's smiling when Noct flops back on him, leaning enough to drop the device onto the floor so he's free of it. While he would have usually spent countless hours through the night flipping through the network or reading things, he doesn't need any distractions right now. Noct's more than enough of one on his own, tilting his head to meet his gaze briefly. ]

I mean, she's pretty, and I think we can be friends. [ Never mind the other stuff that had happened. ] That's about it? I dunno.

[ Is that weird? Should it be weird? He thinks they should be comfortable with the idea of talking about things like this, and for the most part, he is. They'd sort of gotten over discussing worse things, so he figures anything else is small in comparison. The benefits of being best friends, though Prompto really should work on being a lot more honest. Would Noct ever be upset with him if he told him the truth about his relationship with Nero? Why is he even thinking about that right now? He forces it away with a sigh, humming purposely loud as he thinks. There had never been a time he'd been particularly good at coming up with creative dares; that's all Noct, usually, and anyway, it's late enough that he doesn't care about being lame.

A thought pops into his head, and it's like his pulse decides to amp up with it. ]

Kiss me. [ What kind of friend is he thinking about that now? Oh well. Go hard or go home. ] Anywhere you want, but you can't use your hands until I say so.

[ Whether Prompto realizes it or not, "friends" is a good enough answer for Noctis to feel reassured. If he and Alisaie were both here and didn't get along, or were avoiding each other then yeah, that would've been a tragedy. But Noctis of all people knows the value of friendship. The romantic side of love is just a bonus, as far as he's concerned. They still have each other, even if things are different. That's nothing to be worried about. The thought drops right out of his head, easy to dismiss in favor of the timbre of Prompto's voice as he hums, and the dusting of freckles over his nose that are always more pronounced up close, and his pretty blue eyes.

"Kiss me" is the exact right dare. Obviously Noctis has super powers, because he just shoved that thought right into Prompto's head. Nothing to do with how he's already half on top of him, perfectly in kissing range. All psychic ability. He smiles smugly, leaning in immediately, ready to claim his victory... And then the rest of that dare sinks in, and he pauses, breath ghosting over Prompto's lips.

So that's how it's going to be, huh? That's the kind of challenge Noctis can rise to. He leans back again, mostly to readjust his weight on the couch so he doesn't actually fall on top of Prompto when he puts his hands behind his back (although lbr, falling might still totally be in his future), before he gets distracted and completely forgets the challenge. Leaning back's not so bad, anyway. It gives him a chance to look Prompto over, like he's deciding just where he wants to kiss him. Like the answer isn't "everywhere," the same as it's been for months, maybe longer. ]

Anywhere I want... Let's see.

[ Obvious and easy, he goes right for that spot his face was already pressed to, the warm crook of Prompto's neck, all warm, bare skin, ripe for the open press of his lips. It's surprisingly awkward, not using his hands for balance, or just to, you know, touch, like he normally would. But Prompto's neck is really kissable, from his ear and throat, all the way down to where the collar of his shirt gets in the way, and the only thing that really stops Noctis from just spending an infinite amount of time there is the kind of sickly reminder that hickeys on Prompto probably aren't a good idea. Is that a baseless fear? He's probably being stupid.

Anyway. The thought has Noctis moving down, nuzzling more than kissing his chest, before finally just butting him with his head and demanding, before his stomach cramps up from bending double this way. ]

Lie back.

[ It's almost easy to forget the circumstances of where they are and why when it's like this, and for Prompto, because he can't get his brain to shut off sometimes, he clings to it. He can barely read the expression on Noct's face when he gets close enough, just feels the heat of his breath before it disappears. Maybe he should have been a little less specific about the dare—more "let's make out" and less "kiss me" since that implies just one time. But Noct, as always, doesn't disappoint, and Prompto purposely uses his own hands to create an anchor at Noct's shoulders as that mouth finds his neck. The sensation of it almost tickles, biting his lower lip to smother a laugh even as he tilts his head to make room for him there. And even if it is awkward, Prompto helps to balance him until he slides a bit further down.

That's when his breath catches. ]

Does this mean the game's over?

[ A ridiculous question to ask because Prompto's not actually thinking about that, already doing his best to maneuver more comfortably down onto his back to accommodate Noct's weight over him. It brings back a lot of familiar moments between them, though usually in reverse. Just a Noct thing probably, since he'd never liked all that attention focused on him, and it's why half of Prompto's pics of him have to be taken via stealth. Anyway... his hands are smoothing over his shoulders like they don't know the shape of them already, curling into the edges of his sleeves and grazing along the warm skin of his arms as a distraction. The heat from their moonlacing is always something special too, something intense and welcome, and Prompto squeezes his eyes shut, trying to get himself to focus. To stay quiet. If they got caught like this – ]

Hey... d'you think we should be doing this out here? [ Whatever "this" is. Maybe it's just innocent kissing and cuddling; it is late, and they'd both been tired. Right? ] What if somebody sees us?

[ He can just imagine that look on Ignis' face, and if Lunafreya found them... It's a weird sort of anxiety that he can't quite swallow, shifting where he lays and wordlessly making an attempt to encourage Noct to give up on the game &ndahs; if they're really not playing it anymore – and just kiss him for real. On his face. On the mouth. Then, he wouldn't have to think, since a lot of stupid comes from him when he does, and they'd both be distracted enough to forget pretty much everything. ]

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