[ he definitely knows they've lost by now, but it's not a big deal, not when he's thoroughly distracted, kissing him until he's out of breath and continuing on after he says something about a tie. ]

Right, I knew that. [ mumbled against his mouth, prompto kisses him once softly. ] I'll have to figure out a fun place for us to go. Some place normal like this, you know? And um, maybe private too?

[ he's blushing again, which he honestly can't help, and he takes a step back to lure peter away from the game, a bit unsteady until his back bumps against the wall. there's a prickle of fear that peter probably thinks he's too easy considering he'd gone down on him literally half an hour into having met him, but prompto doesn't have time to be shy about those things. not like he used to. he fumbles through things enough, curling an arm around his neck and kissing his way to his ear. ]

Unless you don't really care about an audience? [ it's suggestive, sure, but he isn't saying they'd be doing anything. ]