[ he knows this game well, so it doesn't take much for him to inevitably end up in peter's lap. knees on either side of him, he traps him in with his weight and shifts forward so that their bodies are slotted together, and prompto gets his arms around him again, holding him close. like this, he can forget about the atmosphere and everything else around them, and there's no pause in the way he leans forward to kiss him, a sharper contrast to the exploring kisses before. prompto bites at his lower lip, coaxing him to open his mouth so they can kiss deeper.
briefly, he wonders if this is just how it's going to be every place he ends up, but he doesn't dwell on it for long, not when he's slowly grinding against him in a soft mimic of the way they'd been dancing earlier. ]
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briefly, he wonders if this is just how it's going to be every place he ends up, but he doesn't dwell on it for long, not when he's slowly grinding against him in a soft mimic of the way they'd been dancing earlier. ]