[ Reno can't help but laugh, watching the way Prompto startles visibly even from his third-floor window. there's really something about him, something that stirs an oddly protective instinct in Reno that he hasn't felt for years and years and years. ]
Waitin' for you. [ and definitely not smoking...... Reno super subtly and super carefully leans forward slightly and puts his cigarette out on the windowsill. he doesn't drop the butt yet, though (he's waiting for Prompto to go into the building before he does that). ] Hurry up, sunshine.
[ he waits until he sees Prompto disappear into the building, then drops his cigarette butt out the window like an asshole and closes the frame behind him. then he crosses the apartment to pull the door open, leaning against the doorframe while he waits for Prompto to come up the stairs. or the elevator, whatever. ]
[ he barely hears the rest of it, dashing inside and deciding that the practical thing to do is climb the stairs as quickly as possible rather than wait for the elevator. the fact he's a little out of breath once he reaches the top doesn't hinder him, trying to calm his racing heart on his way to reno's apartment. there's really no reason things should be like this, all that excitement curling tight in his gut as he sees him waiting at an open door.
his smile is bright. ]
You know... it's extra creepy walkin' around in the city this late. [ or early? whichever. ] Totally worth it though.
[ he would absolutely do it a hundred times if it meant that reno was waiting for him at the end of it. ]
[ the way Prompto grins when he catches sight of Reno earns an answering grin, slow and a little lazy but sincere nonetheless. there's still a little of the alcohol swimming in Reno's veins, just enough to have him easy as he waits for Prompto to be within arm's reach. ]
But you made it, in one piece at that. Out of the dark. [ not that Reno's surprised. Prompto is so bright, Reno thinks he could chase the shadows away all on his own; there's a reason Reno calls him "sunshine," after all.
when he's close enough, Reno reaches out to hook his fingers in Prompto's waistband, uses the grip to pull him in so Reno can wrap his arms around Prompto's waist instead. he did say he wasn't going to behave, after all. paying no mind to the fact that they're still in the doorway (who's going to see, at this hour, anyway?), Reno presses their lips together, firm but sweet. ]
Uh huh, [ he agrees, though it's mostly muffled against reno's mouth the second he kisses him.
prompto had never figured something like this could feel so easy with another person. he's been comfortable around noct for years now, but that's a different sort of affection. this is a little more complicated, especially when he'd just previously confessed that he liked reno. (and reno had said the same.) it's dizzying, hardly bothered by the idea of kissing him out in the open. he curls his arms around him, ending the kiss with a slight huff as he nudges his nose into reno's. ]
Drinking and smoking. Dude. [ it's a gentle tease, not minding it so much with reno's proximity to distract him. ] I should've just asked you to stay.
[ but this is all new to him, so... he's learning it as he goes. ]
[ the kiss ends in that quiet, amused noise from Prompto, and Reno interrupts him with another quick kiss, unable to help himself. when they pull apart again Reno manages to look at least a little sheepish, although he promptly ruins the effect by winking. ]
I'm a man of many vices. [ and the nicotine addiction is old, deep-rooted at this point. Reno's had a cigarette in his mouth since before he even joined ShinRa, twelve-odd years ago. Prompto has his work cut out for him if he's aiming to break Reno of the habit.
but that's neither here nor there, for now. Reno's arms settle around Prompto's waist as he steps back to pull them both into Reno's apartment. he stays close, enough so that he can brush faint, barely-there kisses against Prompto's mouth as he says, ] But I woulda stayed if you asked.
[ it's just a tease, really. he hasn't the right kind of motivation (yet) to change anything about reno, and what's more, they're still navigating this thing together. still learning about each other. the thought is brief, a rush of estranged fear settling into the back of his mind as he follows reno and returns each of those kisses with one of his own. ]
I know, I know. [ he whispers it, loosening his hold on him so he can cup reno's face in his palms. ] I'm here now, so...
[ there's a slight shrug, something in his body language that says he doesn't know what else to say. and rather than dwell on that, he drags him forward to kiss him firmly until there's nothing else to do but deepen the kiss and hold onto him. ]
[ it's okay, though. Prompto doesn't need to say anything more; what's important is that he knows. that's enough. his hands cup Reno's face and Reno shivers a little at the contact, leaning in to meet Prompto.
and Ramuh, it's easy. it's the easiest thing in the world for Reno to return the kiss, barely enough attention spared from it to make sure they don't run into anything as he walks Prompto back toward his bedroom. objectively Reno is sure this should terrify him, but his flight instinct is dulled, leaving room for nothing but his affection and desire for this gorgeous man in his arms.
the bedroom is dim, lit only by one lamp and whatever light spills in from the living room when Reno nudges the door closed behind them. he finally pulls away from the kiss when they reach the edge of the bed, gaze studying Prompto's face for a second before he smiles. ]
Can I? [ his hands shift, slipping under Prompto's shirt to rest against his skin. they just saw each other earlier, after all; Prompto might not be in the mood for more. ]
[ how they make it anywhere without tripping or stumbling over anything is a miracle, especially when prompto tends to find every hole to fall into. he isn't able to question it, not with reno looking at him the way he is and then sliding his hands under his shirt. almost immediately, he arches into the touch and leans into him; it helps him fight the blush that's threatening to heat his face and the back of his neck. ]
Yeah. [ his voice is quiet, a hum of anticipation and excitement to it. ] You don't have to ask. I wanted to come over before you even said anything.
[ might as well admit it. he hadn't been exactly subtle, and now that he's there, he can personally see to reno's well-being.
when he kisses him this time, it's with an unbalanced eagerness, slipping out of his shoes as he invites reno to do whatever he likes with a pleasant hum. his fingers skim reno's side and slip between them, tugging at the button of his pants and a lot more confident about what he's doing. once is all it takes apparently, and anyway, he figures reno wouldn't be asking if this wasn't something he wanted too. ]
[ the admission, made easily and barely without blushing (except for a faint pinkness in the tips of his ears), makes Reno grin as his hands slide more confidently under Prompto's clothes. he holds Prompto's waist steady as he toes out of his shoes, then pushes his hands up, lifting Prompto's shirt until he can tug it up and over his head. ] Yeah. But I like hearing you say yes.
[ he pulls his own shirt off next, tugging it by the back of the neck until it slides over his head, and then brings a hand up to cup Prompto's face so Reno can lean in for another kiss. his hands skim over smooth skin, tracing with his fingertips the lines and curves of Prompto's body, places Reno knows by sight and now tries to memorize by touch.
when Prompto has his pants undone, Reno wiggles enough to let them slide down his hips, then steps out of them as he gently urges Prompto back toward the bed. his own hands drop down to Prompto's pants as well, first teasingly brushing his cock before he pushes at the elastic waist to drop Prompto's sweats as well. ]
[ he doesn't need much encouragement, sucking in a breath at that tease of a touch before nipping lightly at reno's bottom lip in response. then, he pulls away, making quick work of his clothes. he thinks there's something sort of trivial about them when they're meant to be naked, and at some point in the future, prompto might not mind spending an entire day like that with him. at least he isn't as nervous now, sitting on the edge of the bed and scooting back. ]
Welllll.
[ there's a playful tone to his voice, parting his legs just a little and grinning at reno. ]
I can say yes as many times as you want.
[ and there it is—the blush. he flushes hot and warm, beckoning him with a gentle wiggle of his fingers. it's not exactly a come-on, but he's relaxed and wants to have fun. he's learned to associate those sorts of feelings with reno, gaze sliding over him in a way that's both appreciative and memorizing. (note to self: ask reno if he can photograph him some time.) ]
[ the fact that Prompto can be so shy sometimes and then strip out of his clothes and put himself on display for Reno in the next breath is unbelievably hot. he thought so their first time, too, and it's no less stunning now. Reno spends a moment just looking at him, the flush in his cheeks, the long pale lines of him on Reno's bed. ]
Ah, hell. [ Reno exhales softly, then climbs onto the bed, leaving the last of his clothes behind as he does. he crawls up over Prompto and, with a grin, covers Prompto's whole body with his own, pressing him back into the mattress so Reno can push his face into the curve of Prompto's throat and pepper his skin with playful kisses. ] You're the prettiest fuckin' thing I ever saw.
[ his kisses make their way along Prompto's jaw to his cheek, then to his mouth, where he presses a longer, lingering kiss that slowly deepens. Reno can't get enough, his hands wandering slowly and appreciatively over Prompto's body until finally he pulls back from the kiss to look down at Prompto. ]
[ he isn't sure he'll ever get used to the compliments. some part of him craves them, of course. it's natural, isn't it? to want to have the person you like tell you these things? and it causes him to blush even as he tips his head back and allows reno to have whatever he thinks to take, holding his breath at the feel of all those kisses and the warm heat of his mouth. the desire that pools in his belly causes him to squirm just a little, fingers idly mapping the angle of reno's shoulders as they kiss.
that he can sense reno staring at him while he has his eyes closed must say something. he just doesn't know what. ]
We talked about this, didn't we? [ he teases, pressing a hand to reno's cheek. almost gently, prompto tucks a loose strand of red hair behind an ear. ] But you'll probably disagree if I say you're pretty again.
[ which is just a thing, and prompto certainly doesn't mind it. not really. instead, to distract them both, he curls an arm around reno's neck and pulls him in close to kiss him deep and slow and with every bit of what he feels for him right there in that moment. ]
[ Reno grins at that, tilting his head a little into the warmth of Prompto's palm against his cheek. ] I don't disagree... just ain't used to hearing it. [ but he can't deny it's a nice thing to hear, that it makes him feel a little warm inside his chest as he leans down to return the kiss Prompto presses against his mouth.
the thing is that this territory is new, for Reno. he's not used to wanting to be this gentle. but there's something about Prompto that sets him off-kilter a little bit, something that makes Reno want to take care of him and, even more surprisingly, makes him feel like he might be able to. like maybe his hands are good for something other than violence.
when they pull out of the kiss to breathe, Reno spends a second with his forehead pressed to Prompto, his hand at Prompto's waist and thumb brushing along the line of his lower rib. after a second he shifts, moving slightly to the side but staying close, just changing position so he can slide his hand up the back of Prompto's thigh, over the curve of his ass, his fingers slow and curious about whether Prompto is still a little loose from the sex they had earlier in the day. ]
[ there's some response lost in the pressure of that kiss. or maybe it's not even about the kiss, savoring the weight of another person's body against his and how close reno stays after it ends. it's the affection that gets him, eyes still squeezed shut and fingers lazily twisting into reno's hair as if it might just float away and vanish if he doesn't hold on somehow. he fears that just as much as being alone, unsure how to voice it—or even if he should.
as serious as some of this feels, he doesn't know if it's actually that serious. because if it is, he's afraid saying it out loud will ruin what they have, and it's that train of thought that immediately deters as soon as he feels fingers testing to see if he could take more. a shiver runs up his spine that is both pleasant and somewhat achy; he's definitely still tender from earlier.
he hums a little, bending a knee and making room for him anyway. ]
I dunno how much I'll be able to walk tomorrow if we do it again. [ not that it's a real complaint. ]
Do you wanna be able to walk tomorrow? [ Reno grins, but he takes the warning seriously, his touch softening until it's more teasing than exploratory. still touching, but without real purpose, just to make Prompto feel good.
there are plenty of other ways to misbehave, after all, that don't involve putting anything inside Prompto at all. ]
Tell me what you want, sunshine.
[ whether that's to fuck again, or to fuck Reno, or to just lay here wrapped up in each other until they fall asleep—whatever Prompto wants, Reno will give him. the power this man holds without even knowing it, Reno thinks wryly as he leans in to press kisses along the line of Prompto's jaw, down his neck to his shoulder. ]
[ well. not quite the response he'd thought he'd hear, but it allows him to relax, turning into the warmth of reno's touches and doing his best to consider the opportunity before him. what does he want? he wants... to go home. to see his friends again. he wants to see what reno's world is like and to know how he fits into it. how they would fit into it. he wants to know what else there is to this, gently giving reno's hair a tug before slipping his hands down over his back.
and just as lightly, he presses his fingers into reno's skin. ]
Is it lame to say that I just want you? [ probably very lame, but he smiles anyhow. ] Even if I can't walk tomorrow or whatever – doesn't matter. As long as you're here.
[ as long as he stays, no matter how selfish that might be given where they are. prompto pauses just long enough to urge reno's face towards his, swallowing his nerves and nudging their noses together. ]
Ain't lame. [ or if it is, then so is Reno, so at least they're in it together. he ducks his head forward to rest his forehead against Prompto's, making it easier for Prompto to rub their noses together and easier for Reno to learn forward and kiss him sweetly. ] I like you too, baby.
[ Ramuh, he does. it's a little terrifying to admit to himself, but Reno can easily push the fear into a corner of his mind to be dealt with later. he movces his hand, rubbing his palm slowly along the back of Prompto's thigh so he can pull his leg up over Reno's hip, his own thigh sliding between Prompto's so they're fit together nearly chest to knee.
all Reno really wants is to make Prompto feel good, and the best way he knows how to do that is sex. if it's not sex Prompto wants, then Reno's less confident he'll be able to deliver—but still ready to try. ]
And I ain't going anywhere, either. [ the fingers of his other hand trail idly through Prompto's hair, then tug playfully at one slightly mussed piece of it. ] You wanna just let me kiss you all over and you can let me know if you want more?
[ there's something gratifying about that, finding that he relaxes even more as reno says those words. he likes him. that's enough. more than enough, really. and maybe that's how he finds the courage to loop his arms around reno and squeeze him even closer, trying not to laugh when he pulls at his hair. he could blame it on the hour, but that giddy feeling in his chest tells him it has nothing to do with that.
prompto never thought he'd be this comfortable with someone else. ]
What if I hold you like this instead? Not that you can't kiss me. [ he is totally open to that idea, so he has to voice it immediately. ] It's just nice to be close to someone, you know? Feels pretty lonely here.
[ and maybe that's why reno had texted him at the start of all this? or why he'd wanted to see him so badly? to have someone else to rely on, to know that they might need him as much as he does. prompto loosens his grip just enough to get his fingers in reno's hair again, tipping his face towards his to kiss him softly. ]
[ it's hard for Reno to put a name to the emotion that swells in his chest as Prompto squeezes him even closer, so he doesn't try. he just runs his fingers gently through Prompto's hair and nods, then presses a kiss to his forehead. ]
Yeah, we can do that. [ whatever he wants. Reno's sobered up a little by now, but his mind still feels pleasantly hazy, enough to keep him from second-guessing his own decisions too badly. enough that it feels good, feels right to shift a little and tug the blankets up over them, then curl right back up against Prompto, tilting his chin up so Reno can kiss him again.
it's been... years, Reno thinks, since the last time he did this. just laid in bed with someone and kissed, no other motivations, not as foreplay but just for the sake of kissing. he brings one hand up to rest against the side of Prompto's face, thumb brushing slowly over his cheekbone as their mouths move together. ]
he knows he's thought it before, but there's something else about having someone hear him, wiggling only a little in an attempt to help reno adjust the blankets so they're cozy beneath them. prompto says nothing as he presses into the kiss, savoring the contact and the press of his body against his. it's erotic in a way that isn't inherently sexual, though prompto does loosely curl a leg around reno's to keep him close. ]
You wanna do anything tomorrow? [ he asks when he draws away for a breath, hands still in reno's hair. ] Or should we just stay in bed all day?
[ he's never done that before. it's a new thing for him to think about. a new, exciting thing. ]
[ that's exactly what it is: erotic, but not exactly sexual. the warmth of their skin pressed together, Prompto's body against his, it's enough to have Reno vaguely turned on but not in a way that demands his attention, just a pleasant little thread of heat winding its way through him as they kiss and kiss again.
by the time they pull apart, Reno feels oddly more settled, and his gaze is warm as he looks over at Prompto, his hand shifting a little so he can rub his thumb along the curve of Prompto's lower lip. his mouth is pretty, just like the rest of him, especially so when his lips are a little flushed with having been thoroughly kissed. ]
Let's stay in bed. [ his hand moves again, fingers trailing along Prompto's jaw and up to his ear, where Reno traces the shell of it. ] Lazy all day. Until we get hungry, then we can eat and go back to bed. Or eat in bed. [ he grins lazily, then leans over to press his lips to Prompto's. ]
Hope you know I ain't gonna stop kissing ya if you're in arm's reach all day, though, [ Reno says when they part again. ]
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Waitin' for you. [ and definitely not smoking...... Reno super subtly and super carefully leans forward slightly and puts his cigarette out on the windowsill. he doesn't drop the butt yet, though (he's waiting for Prompto to go into the building before he does that). ] Hurry up, sunshine.
[ he waits until he sees Prompto disappear into the building, then drops his cigarette butt out the window like an asshole and closes the frame behind him. then he crosses the apartment to pull the door open, leaning against the doorframe while he waits for Prompto to come up the stairs. or the elevator, whatever. ]
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his smile is bright. ]
You know... it's extra creepy walkin' around in the city this late. [ or early? whichever. ] Totally worth it though.
[ he would absolutely do it a hundred times if it meant that reno was waiting for him at the end of it. ]
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But you made it, in one piece at that. Out of the dark. [ not that Reno's surprised. Prompto is so bright, Reno thinks he could chase the shadows away all on his own; there's a reason Reno calls him "sunshine," after all.
when he's close enough, Reno reaches out to hook his fingers in Prompto's waistband, uses the grip to pull him in so Reno can wrap his arms around Prompto's waist instead. he did say he wasn't going to behave, after all. paying no mind to the fact that they're still in the doorway (who's going to see, at this hour, anyway?), Reno presses their lips together, firm but sweet. ]
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prompto had never figured something like this could feel so easy with another person. he's been comfortable around noct for years now, but that's a different sort of affection. this is a little more complicated, especially when he'd just previously confessed that he liked reno. (and reno had said the same.) it's dizzying, hardly bothered by the idea of kissing him out in the open. he curls his arms around him, ending the kiss with a slight huff as he nudges his nose into reno's. ]
Drinking and smoking. Dude. [ it's a gentle tease, not minding it so much with reno's proximity to distract him. ] I should've just asked you to stay.
[ but this is all new to him, so... he's learning it as he goes. ]
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I'm a man of many vices. [ and the nicotine addiction is old, deep-rooted at this point. Reno's had a cigarette in his mouth since before he even joined ShinRa, twelve-odd years ago. Prompto has his work cut out for him if he's aiming to break Reno of the habit.
but that's neither here nor there, for now. Reno's arms settle around Prompto's waist as he steps back to pull them both into Reno's apartment. he stays close, enough so that he can brush faint, barely-there kisses against Prompto's mouth as he says, ] But I woulda stayed if you asked.
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I know, I know. [ he whispers it, loosening his hold on him so he can cup reno's face in his palms. ] I'm here now, so...
[ there's a slight shrug, something in his body language that says he doesn't know what else to say. and rather than dwell on that, he drags him forward to kiss him firmly until there's nothing else to do but deepen the kiss and hold onto him. ]
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and Ramuh, it's easy. it's the easiest thing in the world for Reno to return the kiss, barely enough attention spared from it to make sure they don't run into anything as he walks Prompto back toward his bedroom. objectively Reno is sure this should terrify him, but his flight instinct is dulled, leaving room for nothing but his affection and desire for this gorgeous man in his arms.
the bedroom is dim, lit only by one lamp and whatever light spills in from the living room when Reno nudges the door closed behind them. he finally pulls away from the kiss when they reach the edge of the bed, gaze studying Prompto's face for a second before he smiles. ]
Can I? [ his hands shift, slipping under Prompto's shirt to rest against his skin. they just saw each other earlier, after all; Prompto might not be in the mood for more. ]
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Yeah. [ his voice is quiet, a hum of anticipation and excitement to it. ] You don't have to ask. I wanted to come over before you even said anything.
[ might as well admit it. he hadn't been exactly subtle, and now that he's there, he can personally see to reno's well-being.
when he kisses him this time, it's with an unbalanced eagerness, slipping out of his shoes as he invites reno to do whatever he likes with a pleasant hum. his fingers skim reno's side and slip between them, tugging at the button of his pants and a lot more confident about what he's doing. once is all it takes apparently, and anyway, he figures reno wouldn't be asking if this wasn't something he wanted too. ]
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[ he pulls his own shirt off next, tugging it by the back of the neck until it slides over his head, and then brings a hand up to cup Prompto's face so Reno can lean in for another kiss. his hands skim over smooth skin, tracing with his fingertips the lines and curves of Prompto's body, places Reno knows by sight and now tries to memorize by touch.
when Prompto has his pants undone, Reno wiggles enough to let them slide down his hips, then steps out of them as he gently urges Prompto back toward the bed. his own hands drop down to Prompto's pants as well, first teasingly brushing his cock before he pushes at the elastic waist to drop Prompto's sweats as well. ]
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Welllll.
[ there's a playful tone to his voice, parting his legs just a little and grinning at reno. ]
I can say yes as many times as you want.
[ and there it is—the blush. he flushes hot and warm, beckoning him with a gentle wiggle of his fingers. it's not exactly a come-on, but he's relaxed and wants to have fun. he's learned to associate those sorts of feelings with reno, gaze sliding over him in a way that's both appreciative and memorizing. (note to self: ask reno if he can photograph him some time.) ]
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Ah, hell. [ Reno exhales softly, then climbs onto the bed, leaving the last of his clothes behind as he does. he crawls up over Prompto and, with a grin, covers Prompto's whole body with his own, pressing him back into the mattress so Reno can push his face into the curve of Prompto's throat and pepper his skin with playful kisses. ] You're the prettiest fuckin' thing I ever saw.
[ his kisses make their way along Prompto's jaw to his cheek, then to his mouth, where he presses a longer, lingering kiss that slowly deepens. Reno can't get enough, his hands wandering slowly and appreciatively over Prompto's body until finally he pulls back from the kiss to look down at Prompto. ]
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that he can sense reno staring at him while he has his eyes closed must say something. he just doesn't know what. ]
We talked about this, didn't we? [ he teases, pressing a hand to reno's cheek. almost gently, prompto tucks a loose strand of red hair behind an ear. ] But you'll probably disagree if I say you're pretty again.
[ which is just a thing, and prompto certainly doesn't mind it. not really. instead, to distract them both, he curls an arm around reno's neck and pulls him in close to kiss him deep and slow and with every bit of what he feels for him right there in that moment. ]
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the thing is that this territory is new, for Reno. he's not used to wanting to be this gentle. but there's something about Prompto that sets him off-kilter a little bit, something that makes Reno want to take care of him and, even more surprisingly, makes him feel like he might be able to. like maybe his hands are good for something other than violence.
when they pull out of the kiss to breathe, Reno spends a second with his forehead pressed to Prompto, his hand at Prompto's waist and thumb brushing along the line of his lower rib. after a second he shifts, moving slightly to the side but staying close, just changing position so he can slide his hand up the back of Prompto's thigh, over the curve of his ass, his fingers slow and curious about whether Prompto is still a little loose from the sex they had earlier in the day. ]
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as serious as some of this feels, he doesn't know if it's actually that serious. because if it is, he's afraid saying it out loud will ruin what they have, and it's that train of thought that immediately deters as soon as he feels fingers testing to see if he could take more. a shiver runs up his spine that is both pleasant and somewhat achy; he's definitely still tender from earlier.
he hums a little, bending a knee and making room for him anyway. ]
I dunno how much I'll be able to walk tomorrow if we do it again. [ not that it's a real complaint. ]
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there are plenty of other ways to misbehave, after all, that don't involve putting anything inside Prompto at all. ]
Tell me what you want, sunshine.
[ whether that's to fuck again, or to fuck Reno, or to just lay here wrapped up in each other until they fall asleep—whatever Prompto wants, Reno will give him. the power this man holds without even knowing it, Reno thinks wryly as he leans in to press kisses along the line of Prompto's jaw, down his neck to his shoulder. ]
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and just as lightly, he presses his fingers into reno's skin. ]
Is it lame to say that I just want you? [ probably very lame, but he smiles anyhow. ] Even if I can't walk tomorrow or whatever – doesn't matter. As long as you're here.
[ as long as he stays, no matter how selfish that might be given where they are. prompto pauses just long enough to urge reno's face towards his, swallowing his nerves and nudging their noses together. ]
'Cuz I really like you.
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[ Ramuh, he does. it's a little terrifying to admit to himself, but Reno can easily push the fear into a corner of his mind to be dealt with later. he movces his hand, rubbing his palm slowly along the back of Prompto's thigh so he can pull his leg up over Reno's hip, his own thigh sliding between Prompto's so they're fit together nearly chest to knee.
all Reno really wants is to make Prompto feel good, and the best way he knows how to do that is sex. if it's not sex Prompto wants, then Reno's less confident he'll be able to deliver—but still ready to try. ]
And I ain't going anywhere, either. [ the fingers of his other hand trail idly through Prompto's hair, then tug playfully at one slightly mussed piece of it. ] You wanna just let me kiss you all over and you can let me know if you want more?
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prompto never thought he'd be this comfortable with someone else. ]
What if I hold you like this instead? Not that you can't kiss me. [ he is totally open to that idea, so he has to voice it immediately. ] It's just nice to be close to someone, you know? Feels pretty lonely here.
[ and maybe that's why reno had texted him at the start of all this? or why he'd wanted to see him so badly? to have someone else to rely on, to know that they might need him as much as he does. prompto loosens his grip just enough to get his fingers in reno's hair again, tipping his face towards his to kiss him softly. ]
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Yeah, we can do that. [ whatever he wants. Reno's sobered up a little by now, but his mind still feels pleasantly hazy, enough to keep him from second-guessing his own decisions too badly. enough that it feels good, feels right to shift a little and tug the blankets up over them, then curl right back up against Prompto, tilting his chin up so Reno can kiss him again.
it's been... years, Reno thinks, since the last time he did this. just laid in bed with someone and kissed, no other motivations, not as foreplay but just for the sake of kissing. he brings one hand up to rest against the side of Prompto's face, thumb brushing slowly over his cheekbone as their mouths move together. ]
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he knows he's thought it before, but there's something else about having someone hear him, wiggling only a little in an attempt to help reno adjust the blankets so they're cozy beneath them. prompto says nothing as he presses into the kiss, savoring the contact and the press of his body against his. it's erotic in a way that isn't inherently sexual, though prompto does loosely curl a leg around reno's to keep him close. ]
You wanna do anything tomorrow? [ he asks when he draws away for a breath, hands still in reno's hair. ] Or should we just stay in bed all day?
[ he's never done that before. it's a new thing for him to think about. a new, exciting thing. ]
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by the time they pull apart, Reno feels oddly more settled, and his gaze is warm as he looks over at Prompto, his hand shifting a little so he can rub his thumb along the curve of Prompto's lower lip. his mouth is pretty, just like the rest of him, especially so when his lips are a little flushed with having been thoroughly kissed. ]
Let's stay in bed. [ his hand moves again, fingers trailing along Prompto's jaw and up to his ear, where Reno traces the shell of it. ] Lazy all day. Until we get hungry, then we can eat and go back to bed. Or eat in bed. [ he grins lazily, then leans over to press his lips to Prompto's. ]
Hope you know I ain't gonna stop kissing ya if you're in arm's reach all day, though, [ Reno says when they part again. ]