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prompto argentum ⬤ final fantasy xv
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[ 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.

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[ 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.

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[ 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. ]