[ 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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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. ]