[His hands keep roaming, petting Prompto's hair, gripping his side or waist, running along hia thigh. His own body feels so hot he's sure sweatvis forming. Maybe this is too good, especially in a place like this, but he doesn't care.
He groans Prompto's name, shivering hearing his own come from those lips. He feels Prompto reach between them and guesses what he's doing. He tries to shift them closer so he can feel Prompto's erection brushing against his skin. Peter dares to thrust a little harder, a little faster, his tongue going on to claim Prompto's mouth yet again]
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He groans Prompto's name, shivering hearing his own come from those lips. He feels Prompto reach between them and guesses what he's doing. He tries to shift them closer so he can feel Prompto's erection brushing against his skin. Peter dares to thrust a little harder, a little faster, his tongue going on to claim Prompto's mouth yet again]