[It's adorable, the way Prompto is still trying to play it cool. He answers Noctis' little quip after a long pause of looking like he could barely stand upright, and it's all Noctis can do to resist just scooping him up into his arms, maybe carry him back to his car to take him home.
Right, though. This was his home. It was starting to become too easy to think of Prompto as a permanent fixture in his life. Noctis kept overlapping their lives into one ideal that he was going to have to accept just wasn't reality. Maybe, maybe.]
They get easier.
[He was about to step a little closer, catch Prompto if he wobbled in place too much more. But he found his balance, of sorts. There were a few confident steps there, at least. Noctis follows, trying to keep what he assumes is a respectable distance. What if he'd misread something here?
Gods, he'd really just jumped to the conclusion that something physical was what Prompto had asked for, hadn't he? Prompto must have known Noctis could hear everything during that phone call. But still, too many doubts and hypothetical outcomes turned themselves over in his mind. So he stayed hos step back, no matter how much he wanted to let his fingertips drag down that pale, exposed neck. Kiss away whatever goosebumps he pulled to the surface, until Prompto melted into his arms. Help him maneuver out of that shirt so Noctis could finally see him, all of him--
It wasn't the first time Noctis had imagined what Prompto's body would look like. Smooth lines and lean muscle. His imagination never could agree on the freckles. Sometimes they just cascaded over his shoulders, leaving the rest of his skin milky, and unmarred. Other nights they were scattered everywhere, inviting tracing touches to roam over every inch. It would be nice to know for sure .
Assuming that was even what Prompto wanted. Noctis shifted uncomfortably. He'd never been inside Prompto's home before. What a time to visit.]
I'll help you out, okay? Just tell me what you need.
[Real casual, Noct. Act like you didn't have a perfectly clear idea of what you wanted to do to "help". Idiot.
There wasn't exactly time to berate himself completely, since the words had barely formed, were only just leaving his mouth when Prompto was suddenly pivoting in place and practically tripping over his own feet to grab Noctis into a tight hug. Prompto's arms clasped tightly around Noctis' waist, and Noctis could feel him clutching a fist into the fabric of his shirt.
Oh, that moan. Noctis barely held back his own as Prompto pressed closer. There was a surge of the sweet scent, and Noctis knew why. He wasn't wrong, he couldn't be wrong. But if he was, what then?
Noctis rested a hand on top on Prompto's head, gently combing his fingers through it. His hands were shaking, so he settled on wrapping his arms around Prompto's shoulders, and pulling him in as close as he could. He could smell him so clearly, pressed so closely together. Noctis pressed his nose against the top of Prompto's head, let himself enjoy a breath from a world that was filled with just Prompto. It did so much to calm all his doubts. He loved him, didn't he? Somewhere along the line he'd gone and fallen in love with this omega. He wouldn't ruin this.]
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Date: 2018-03-23 06:07 am (UTC)Right, though. This was his home. It was starting to become too easy to think of Prompto as a permanent fixture in his life. Noctis kept overlapping their lives into one ideal that he was going to have to accept just wasn't reality. Maybe, maybe.]
They get easier.
[He was about to step a little closer, catch Prompto if he wobbled in place too much more. But he found his balance, of sorts. There were a few confident steps there, at least. Noctis follows, trying to keep what he assumes is a respectable distance. What if he'd misread something here?
Gods, he'd really just jumped to the conclusion that something physical was what Prompto had asked for, hadn't he? Prompto must have known Noctis could hear everything during that phone call. But still, too many doubts and hypothetical outcomes turned themselves over in his mind. So he stayed hos step back, no matter how much he wanted to let his fingertips drag down that pale, exposed neck. Kiss away whatever goosebumps he pulled to the surface, until Prompto melted into his arms. Help him maneuver out of that shirt so Noctis could finally see him, all of him--
It wasn't the first time Noctis had imagined what Prompto's body would look like. Smooth lines and lean muscle. His imagination never could agree on the freckles. Sometimes they just cascaded over his shoulders, leaving the rest of his skin milky, and unmarred. Other nights they were scattered everywhere, inviting tracing touches to roam over every inch. It would be nice to know for sure .
Assuming that was even what Prompto wanted. Noctis shifted uncomfortably. He'd never been inside Prompto's home before. What a time to visit.]
I'll help you out, okay? Just tell me what you need.
[Real casual, Noct. Act like you didn't have a perfectly clear idea of what you wanted to do to "help". Idiot.
There wasn't exactly time to berate himself completely, since the words had barely formed, were only just leaving his mouth when Prompto was suddenly pivoting in place and practically tripping over his own feet to grab Noctis into a tight hug. Prompto's arms clasped tightly around Noctis' waist, and Noctis could feel him clutching a fist into the fabric of his shirt.
Oh, that moan. Noctis barely held back his own as Prompto pressed closer. There was a surge of the sweet scent, and Noctis knew why. He wasn't wrong, he couldn't be wrong. But if he was, what then?
Noctis rested a hand on top on Prompto's head, gently combing his fingers through it. His hands were shaking, so he settled on wrapping his arms around Prompto's shoulders, and pulling him in as close as he could. He could smell him so clearly, pressed so closely together. Noctis pressed his nose against the top of Prompto's head, let himself enjoy a breath from a world that was filled with just Prompto. It did so much to calm all his doubts. He loved him, didn't he? Somewhere along the line he'd gone and fallen in love with this omega. He wouldn't ruin this.]
Yeah, I'm here. Thanks for calling me.