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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. ]