[ clive swipes through the pics, and prompto distracts himself with soft kisses to a bare shoulder. he's not entirely unfamiliar with the concept of being allowed these things, especially since they've crossed several intimate lines. but there's still a kind of hesitance to them, a gentle exploration of every muscle and each shape that comprises clive.
he's at his jaw, fingers tracing along it when those words hit him. ]
Only because you say so. [ compliments are a difficult thing to swallow when he's not thinking with other parts of himself. ] It sounds nice coming from you.
[ not to imply anything else by it; his self-esteem is generally on the low side unfortunately. but he recovers with a firmer kiss to the corner of clive's mouth, very obviously trying to turn his attention away from the pics back to him. ]
I think you are too, you know. [ beautiful. handsome. sexy. hot. a million other words prompto doesn't have time to list that include things other than how clive looks. ]
[ there's no world in which Prompto isn't blisteringly stunning, but Clive sets that argument aside along with his phone. the subtle jockeying for his attention is cute, as if Prompto needs to do much to get it; Clive tilts sideways into the welcome warmth of soft lips, meets them with a low hum and a full-bodied shift.
he kisses Prompto like that, for a good while. noses against him, strokes his jaw. almost forgets to respond to the sweet reciprocation of beautiful, even if he thinks it doesn't apply－ he feels more unkempt than not most of the time, but he said so before, that he's glad if any part of him caught Prompto's eye.
when he finally pulls back, giving the both of them space to breathe: ] ...Don't make me feel so fond. It'll become impossible to leave you, even for a moment.
[ his things are still in the other room; they'll have to leave this motel eventually. but it'll be agonizing to peel their bodies apart, and Clive isn't looking forward to it.
so he kisses Prompto again, and licks inside his mouth. i like you, is the prevailing sentiment. i like you unreasonably. ]
[ it's a nice sort of haze to fall back into, lazily kissing and exploring one another without the hurry of more demanding things. prompto's lips part, letting his tongue press to clive's and reciprocating each and every touch with one of his own. fingers in his hair, down his shoulders and back. a soft squeeze at his hips.
prompto laughs between them, unable to resist clive's own charm. ]
So don't. [ it's lighthearted enough to not carry the weight of words neither of them will speak again so soon. ] Stay with me as long as you want.
[ they don't have to worry about later or tomorrow or what if. they can just enjoy each other until they're too exhausted to do much else, and even then... well. prompto isn't going to think about the future just yet. it's daunting, and he'd like to treasure the time they do have left. the moments that have cemented a place in his heart. ]
[ Clive breathes between his teeth when Prompto says as long as you want. he wonders if Prompto knows what he's saying, and how he's saying it― as if Clive has the luxury to prove for a long, long time, then.
maybe forever. that's far too much, when they've sorted through far too little. so he hugs Prompto closer, keeping him nested skin to skin, nearly seamless. it's not enough, now that Clive knows what it feels like to be inside of him, what it feels like to rut into him and be held so close that he can feign the sweet delusion of oneness, but it's perfect regardless. ]
Then I'll sleep for a while more. [ nestled and vulnerable, without his sword. it's fine. he feels safe around Prompto. ] ...And I'll bring you to peak at least once more before we leave this bed.
[ his eyes close, but his lips arch up in a smile. ]
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he's at his jaw, fingers tracing along it when those words hit him. ]
Only because you say so. [ compliments are a difficult thing to swallow when he's not thinking with other parts of himself. ] It sounds nice coming from you.
[ not to imply anything else by it; his self-esteem is generally on the low side unfortunately. but he recovers with a firmer kiss to the corner of clive's mouth, very obviously trying to turn his attention away from the pics back to him. ]
I think you are too, you know. [ beautiful. handsome. sexy. hot. a million other words prompto doesn't have time to list that include things other than how clive looks. ]
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he kisses Prompto like that, for a good while. noses against him, strokes his jaw. almost forgets to respond to the sweet reciprocation of beautiful, even if he thinks it doesn't apply－ he feels more unkempt than not most of the time, but he said so before, that he's glad if any part of him caught Prompto's eye.
when he finally pulls back, giving the both of them space to breathe: ] ...Don't make me feel so fond. It'll become impossible to leave you, even for a moment.
[ his things are still in the other room; they'll have to leave this motel eventually. but it'll be agonizing to peel their bodies apart, and Clive isn't looking forward to it.
so he kisses Prompto again, and licks inside his mouth. i like you, is the prevailing sentiment. i like you unreasonably. ]
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prompto laughs between them, unable to resist clive's own charm. ]
So don't. [ it's lighthearted enough to not carry the weight of words neither of them will speak again so soon. ] Stay with me as long as you want.
[ they don't have to worry about later or tomorrow or what if. they can just enjoy each other until they're too exhausted to do much else, and even then... well. prompto isn't going to think about the future just yet. it's daunting, and he'd like to treasure the time they do have left. the moments that have cemented a place in his heart. ]
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maybe forever. that's far too much, when they've sorted through far too little. so he hugs Prompto closer, keeping him nested skin to skin, nearly seamless. it's not enough, now that Clive knows what it feels like to be inside of him, what it feels like to rut into him and be held so close that he can feign the sweet delusion of oneness, but it's perfect regardless. ]
Then I'll sleep for a while more. [ nestled and vulnerable, without his sword. it's fine. he feels safe around Prompto. ] ...And I'll bring you to peak at least once more before we leave this bed.
[ his eyes close, but his lips arch up in a smile. ]