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[ peter says something, but he isn't actually sure what, too focused on everything else to listen. it's all so warm and wet and quick, moaning and gasping with the pull of his hair and the sharper press of peter's hips, and suddenly, he knows he needs to pull off before he chokes, fingers squeezing into peter's wrist and then falling down to his thigh to push up. prompto almost gags as his cock slides free, but he manages to keep it together somehow, mouth still open and tongue pressed right to the tip as he jerks him off. fast, faster. ]

Please –

[ his voice is raw, shivering from how turned on he is and practically begging him to come. ]