[He lets his head drop and takes Gladio's words to heart, letting his chant fall before his babbling just slides into wordless moans. Prompto's fingers frantically grasp at any skin close to find purchase as he feels himself riding that sweet sweet high. Finally it crests and, like the waves crashing outide, all the tension bleeds out of Prompto as soon as he comes all over Gladio's skin. He slumps forward and lets himself just relax before his anxiety can return with a vengeance.
It feels like it takes more effort than it should for him to finally lift his eyes up and he catches himself just enjoying the view. Sure Gladio always runs around without a shirt and those pants always hug that fine ass of his but earlier the heat was clouding his thinking, like a deep fog that was only appeased with frantic touches. He hadn't really been in the right mind to just enjoy the view of sweat-slicked skin, the tangled hair that he's pretty sure he may have caused.
Prompto's fingers twitch with an absent wish for his camera to catch the sight and it's only the intelligence that yes, Gladio would know and kill him if he tries to snap a pic with his watch that stops him. With an awkward smile tilting his lips and blush dusting over his freckles he manages to just barely meet his friends eyes. His fingers twitch with the urge to touch that hot skin again but his insecurity and guilt is returning.]
I-I'm sorry, are you..?
[He has absolutely no idea what Gladio needs or if he even wants anything to do with him after all of this.]
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[He lets his head drop and takes Gladio's words to heart, letting his chant fall before his babbling just slides into wordless moans. Prompto's fingers frantically grasp at any skin close to find purchase as he feels himself riding that sweet sweet high. Finally it crests and, like the waves crashing outide, all the tension bleeds out of Prompto as soon as he comes all over Gladio's skin. He slumps forward and lets himself just relax before his anxiety can return with a vengeance.
It feels like it takes more effort than it should for him to finally lift his eyes up and he catches himself just enjoying the view. Sure Gladio always runs around without a shirt and those pants always hug that fine ass of his but earlier the heat was clouding his thinking, like a deep fog that was only appeased with frantic touches. He hadn't really been in the right mind to just enjoy the view of sweat-slicked skin, the tangled hair that he's pretty sure he may have caused.
Prompto's fingers twitch with an absent wish for his camera to catch the sight and it's only the intelligence that yes, Gladio would know and kill him if he tries to snap a pic with his watch that stops him. With an awkward smile tilting his lips and blush dusting over his freckles he manages to just barely meet his friends eyes. His fingers twitch with the urge to touch that hot skin again but his insecurity and guilt is returning.]
I-I'm sorry, are you..?
[He has absolutely no idea what Gladio needs or if he even wants anything to do with him after all of this.]