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burstmodes) wrote2019-12-19 08:48 am
burstmodes) wrote2019-12-19 08:48 am
burstmodes) wrote2019-12-19 08:48 am
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[ His brain is barely keeping up with his body, already arching closer and wrapping his arms around Nero to keep him steady. If this was Iris, there would be more to it than that desperate need for someone, and from the sounds of all the stuff that's been going on the last few days, he'd wondered if Nero was going to be okay. Because Prompto was Iris, he hasn't had too much trouble recognizing the signs and trying to keep them to himself; even if being out and around other people had been somewhat difficult. Had Nero gone out? Not that he has room to really think about that, intent on coaxing Nero close to kiss his nose. ]
Come on. We've got stuff in the bedroom.
[ Since trying to mess around by the door won't really be all that satisfying if they fall, and anyway, Prompto sort of wants to be the lead on this. He takes Nero's hand and drags him towards their room, helping him haphazardly undress as they make their way there. Another non-Iris sign is the fact he isn't wet the way Prompto is during the moon, and since it's not the moon... He kisses him again, urging him towards the mattress. ] Get undressed. Tell me what else you want.
[ Since that seems the easiest route to go right now. ]
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[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?