[ he knows what this is, eyes flicking to peter's face to meet his gaze before his own falls to his mouth. it's just a quick glance, enjoying the way his hands feel in his hair, and... yeah. he's going to lose this game already; he can sense it. carefully, prompto spreads his fingers so his palm presses flat against his chest, and the rock of his body eases when he pushes up so their noses are nearly touching. ]
Don't ya think it'll make it hotter?
[ it's an idle comment because he's just on the hint of nervous, but – this is an open invitation, isn't it? this is what peter's asking for, right? prompto debates it for a second longer before just giving in and tilting his head enough to brush their lips together. it's a testing sort of pressure, something either of them could easily get out of if they really wanted to.
and rather than instigate another kiss, he stays pressed against him with his hand slowly inching its way downward. ]
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Don't ya think it'll make it hotter?
[ it's an idle comment because he's just on the hint of nervous, but – this is an open invitation, isn't it? this is what peter's asking for, right? prompto debates it for a second longer before just giving in and tilting his head enough to brush their lips together. it's a testing sort of pressure, something either of them could easily get out of if they really wanted to.
and rather than instigate another kiss, he stays pressed against him with his hand slowly inching its way downward. ]