[So the food and booze were a bust but Prompto is more than okay with this. Each nip from Noct gets another gasp, a murmured plea, a soft noise because gods this is probably too good, he is probably going to hell for how good this feels, that's how that works right?
He does not care.
Wiping his hands on his jeans to make sure there's no pizza roll residue, he slides his hands down Noct's sides and tugs at the waistband of his jeans like he wants them closer together.]
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He does not care.
Wiping his hands on his jeans to make sure there's no pizza roll residue, he slides his hands down Noct's sides and tugs at the waistband of his jeans like he wants them closer together.]