[ it's kind of sweet in a way, not that prompto is going to say that out loud. he has to remember that he's somewhere else now, not the backwards but generally okay place of duplicity, and he honestly doesn't know if getting involved this quickly here is going to be good or bad. he's partially convinced it couldn't be that terrible, especially with the way peter's hand slides through his hair. the comment, too, causes him to laugh, and he presses even closer, letting the other's words and his closeness drown out the steady thump of the music. ] 

I usually keep it up. Not all that great when you can't see, you know? Gotta always keep my eye on the target. [ he grins, clearly talking about something else but not minding so much if it's taken as a line. after all, he'd started this whole thing with one, and look where it's gotten them. ] Guess it's just kinda warm in here. 

[ and bolder still, he lets a hand slide from peter's hair to his shoulder and then down his chest, gently fisting in what he can get of his shirt so he pull him even closer as they grind against each other. ]