[ Yeah, it's...definitely far from disgusting. For all Prompto is a sensitive boy, led by his heart, there's no denying that this just feels great. Terrifying, sure, but in the way the most rewarding of chances usually are. It helps that they're both complete novices in this, that she is learning right along with him, that with every breath they grow more and more comfortable with this. Were they doing this to get warm? Because now he's hot from head to toe — blood on fire, really, his heart pounding like mad in his throat as he tastes her, acquaints himself with her in this new and thrilling way.
It's deliriously good. So much that it makes him dizzy, his head spinning with starlight, until he breaks off, drawing in a shuddering breath. He doesn't realize until then just how tightly he's been holding her, his fingers bunched in the back of her dress, his weight sunk comfortably against her.
Oh man. Talk...talking. That's...another thing he can do with his mouth. ]
U-um...y-you feelin' any warmer now?
[ If the red color of his face is anything to go off of, then he certainly is. ]
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It's deliriously good. So much that it makes him dizzy, his head spinning with starlight, until he breaks off, drawing in a shuddering breath. He doesn't realize until then just how tightly he's been holding her, his fingers bunched in the back of her dress, his weight sunk comfortably against her.
Oh man. Talk...talking. That's...another thing he can do with his mouth. ]
U-um...y-you feelin' any warmer now?
[ If the red color of his face is anything to go off of, then he certainly is. ]