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[personal profile] devilbreak 2020-06-25 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[There'd be plenty of time to explain later, right? Nero doesn't want to stop pressing his lips against Prompto's skin even for a second to speak. He has him right out of his shirt just as soon as he can manage to get a good grip on the hem of it. Nero shifts even closer to press his knee between his boyfriend's legs, not adding any bit of doubt about what it is he's after.]

Everything's wrong. This isn't right.

[He sounds like he's speaking between moments of lucid and coherent thought and not the heat-induced need to have Prompto all over him. Since he's not used to the feeling it's easy to mistake for his usual horniness, but it's not quite the same. It's only when Prompto tries to slow him down just a bit.]

I think I'm Iris now..somehow. [It's about as close as he can get to explaining what the strange need is like. At least on a physical level. Emotionally he just wants Prompto to touch him and love him and make him feel like he's important. Which is why his hands grab the other set to place them on his face so he can nuzzle into them.]

I just..need you to love me right now. A lot. And really hard, you know?
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[personal profile] devilbreak 2020-06-26 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know. It's hard to explain. I just want your really bad right now.

[Stuff in the bedroom could mean only one thing. They're dipping into that lifetime supply of lube they've managed to acquire from a previous event that I don't really recall the exact details of. What was more concerning than the alarming amount of lube they had was how Nero was going to manage to explain what it was he was craving. It wasn't a particular thing, it was a feeling. Those were always tricky for him to put into words that made sense to other people.]

Yeah, that's a good idea.

[He heads for the bedroom, dragging his boyfriend along behind him as he tries to sort himself out. It's not working. All he can think about is sex. Being pinned down, trapped, but willingly so. Nails on skin. Hair pulling. Biting. Nothing about that was at all close to the things he usually wanted. It's how he knows for sure something is going on.

Once inside he sits on the bed, his hands balled into fists just to stop himself from trying to pull Prompto to him to hurry. He's not used to any of this. Not knowing what else to do with his hands, he pulls his shirt off, putting it down beside him, and his sweat pants come off just as easily to reveal that he's very aroused and the skin all over body is flushed and warm to the touch, but he doesn't feel like he has a fever.]


What if I'm sick, and I give you whatever I have?