[ the place they find is some small alcove with a cushioned seat in the corner—prime real estate for making out and whatever else they might get into. at least he's used to this sort of thing, meeting strangers and doing stuff with them. it's familiar, and when peter kisses him, prompto immediately falls into the pressure of it, lips parting naturally. he even leans into the contact, looping an arm around his neck to pull him closer as he hums into the kiss. ]
Name's Prompto, by the way. Not sure if that matters or not now. [ it's mumbled against peter's mouth, his other hand going to his shirt again. ] What're you cool with?
[ because talking helps to ease his nerves, and he really wants to make sure they're on the same page. ]
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Name's Prompto, by the way. Not sure if that matters or not now. [ it's mumbled against peter's mouth, his other hand going to his shirt again. ] What're you cool with?
[ because talking helps to ease his nerves, and he really wants to make sure they're on the same page. ]