[ 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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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. ]