[ for just a few second, prompto lavishes attention on the head of his cock as his fingers stroke the rest of him, and when he looks up at that question, eyes wide and face darkly flushed, he suddenly wants a lot of other things than just this. but there's no time for that now, especially since they're still in the theater and his knees are starting to hate this uncomfortable floor. ]
Yeah. [ he's panting, wishing peter would lean down to kiss him, but maybe he can do that when he crawls into his lap again and jerks himself off. ] Please... [ or he could tell him what else he might want, and he'd do it. at this point, it didn't even matter. ]
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Yeah. [ he's panting, wishing peter would lean down to kiss him, but maybe he can do that when he crawls into his lap again and jerks himself off. ] Please... [ or he could tell him what else he might want, and he'd do it. at this point, it didn't even matter. ]