[It's been a while. But unlike the dancing, this is something he can ease back into without any help. He sighs a little, pressing back against the touches. He would have taken Prompto's shirt off himself, but there is an appeal to watching the other do it himself.
It does take a moment for Peter's shirt to join Prompto's on the floor, but there's no reason to rush anything. The more they exchange kisses the more he's getting to know the shape and feel of those lips. He lightly traces them with his tongue, his thumb brushing along Prompto's jawline.
When he finally does get his shirt off, he puts a hand around Prompto's waist and tugs him closer. He moves his other hand along Prompto's shoulders, making its way down his chest to his stomach. Peter doesn't really care that they're in public. There are probably people doing far more scandalous things than heated making out]
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It does take a moment for Peter's shirt to join Prompto's on the floor, but there's no reason to rush anything. The more they exchange kisses the more he's getting to know the shape and feel of those lips. He lightly traces them with his tongue, his thumb brushing along Prompto's jawline.
When he finally does get his shirt off, he puts a hand around Prompto's waist and tugs him closer. He moves his other hand along Prompto's shoulders, making its way down his chest to his stomach. Peter doesn't really care that they're in public. There are probably people doing far more scandalous things than heated making out]