[ he shouldn't be surprised that he's in this theater making out with someone he barely knows, but in some ways, he is. this isn't duplicity; there are no requirements for this kind of thing anymore—not that he knows of. but there's always something nice about being with someone like this too, pushing his fingers into peter's hair as he mouths at his neck and soaks up the sounds he makes. prompto sighs with the weight of his hand on his thigh and presses against him, trying to encourage more. ]
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