[ he can't really do much to acknowledge him, not with the push against his head and the deep slide of peter's dick into his mouth and part of his throat. prompto forces himself to relax, not wanting to choke and embarrass himself out of the theater. so, instead, he gives a soft slide of his fingertips against peter's wrist in an effort to agree to what he's saying, and then, he squeezes his eyes shut to focus on the way this feels, the way he tastes. he sucks just a little harder the faster peter moves his hips —
and there's something intoxicating about peter holding him there, just on the verge of gagging and lips slick with too much saliva. prompto tries to moan, the sound muffled because of his cock, and he reaches down to press the heel of his palm against his own crotch to ease the pressure of his arousal. ]
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and there's something intoxicating about peter holding him there, just on the verge of gagging and lips slick with too much saliva. prompto tries to moan, the sound muffled because of his cock, and he reaches down to press the heel of his palm against his own crotch to ease the pressure of his arousal. ]