[ There's a perhaps well-timed, perhaps mortifying shiver when Prompto's hands pass over his chest like that. It's always been a sensitive spot, but only all the more so in situations like this, with his nerves (and arousal) already heightened. It earns Prompto an encouraging squeeze of his hip, and a bit more than that that's, for now, hidden from view. Funny how this place gets under your skin so easily, he thinks, with nothing to blame it on but his own unchecked descent into exactly where the resort wants him to go.
At least Prompto has an excuse, and Gladio will let him blame the food, the drink, and anything else he pleases if it'll keep things easy between them. He's disinclined to spoil one of the best things that's happened to him since he got here, and that's also why, when there is only the briefest of fumbles, he's quick to help hoist his friend up, into his lap, even though it comes as a surprise. No hiding his own budding boner now, but at least this gives him full rein. And full rein comes with the fast and easy glide of an over-slicked hand and a strong, over-practiced arm. ]
That better? [ His voice is low, lined with a smirk as he secures his other arm around Prompto's waist, elbow down, forearm aligned with his spine, so that his fingers can barely brush at the nape of his neck. ]
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At least Prompto has an excuse, and Gladio will let him blame the food, the drink, and anything else he pleases if it'll keep things easy between them. He's disinclined to spoil one of the best things that's happened to him since he got here, and that's also why, when there is only the briefest of fumbles, he's quick to help hoist his friend up, into his lap, even though it comes as a surprise. No hiding his own budding boner now, but at least this gives him full rein. And full rein comes with the fast and easy glide of an over-slicked hand and a strong, over-practiced arm. ]
That better? [ His voice is low, lined with a smirk as he secures his other arm around Prompto's waist, elbow down, forearm aligned with his spine, so that his fingers can barely brush at the nape of his neck. ]