[ right here. Clive can feel Prompto warm underneath him, and he feels the same pulse of want-need flare in his chest―
―until he hears that gasp, which he knows has everything to do with pain and nothing to do with pleasure. it makes Clive back off immediately, which may or may not be annoying: for a man so uniquely built to hurt someone, he's terrified of causing it to people he cares for. even when they might ask him to be more aggressive. ]
...There's still tomorrow. [ which is a flimsy promise to make, given that even that's not necessarily guaranteed. but he kisses the reassurance against Prompto's mouth anyway, lifting his weight back up and off to give Prompto more space to breathe and rest. ]
You can show me the rest of this city, [ another kiss, ] and have me whenever you feel you want me.
[ after a few more potions and a late start to their morning, most likely. Clive reaches to pull the robe back into its proper place, and runs his fingers through Prompto's hair. ] ...That's what you would call a "date", isn't it?
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―until he hears that gasp, which he knows has everything to do with pain and nothing to do with pleasure. it makes Clive back off immediately, which may or may not be annoying: for a man so uniquely built to hurt someone, he's terrified of causing it to people he cares for. even when they might ask him to be more aggressive. ]
...There's still tomorrow. [ which is a flimsy promise to make, given that even that's not necessarily guaranteed. but he kisses the reassurance against Prompto's mouth anyway, lifting his weight back up and off to give Prompto more space to breathe and rest. ]
You can show me the rest of this city, [ another kiss, ] and have me whenever you feel you want me.
[ after a few more potions and a late start to their morning, most likely. Clive reaches to pull the robe back into its proper place, and runs his fingers through Prompto's hair. ] ...That's what you would call a "date", isn't it?