[ peter moves, and really, there's nothing else he can do but try to hold onto him. everything's warm and slick, hips jerking up into each hard thrust, and prompto moans on each and every one, his breathing jagged and damp hair tickling the sides of his face as they fuck. he can't seem to get his bearings either, squeezing at his own cock and doing his best to hold back from coming. there's always been too much sensation for him with things like that, excitable over the smallest thing. so, maybe it's a good thing he's young, that he can bounce back from stuff like this because if they keep going, he's going to come too fast to please anybody. ]
Please, I – [ he gasps almost sharply, moaning around the tongue in his mouth as he jerks himself off, and just like that, he's there. he's coming, body tight and hand tangling in peter's necklace for something to hold onto. prompto tries to ride it out, but it's as if they'd never been here before, as if this is the first he's ever been with someone. and even when he finally melts into the mattress, he tries to move to help peter along despite how heavy his body feels. ]
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Please, I – [ he gasps almost sharply, moaning around the tongue in his mouth as he jerks himself off, and just like that, he's there. he's coming, body tight and hand tangling in peter's necklace for something to hold onto. prompto tries to ride it out, but it's as if they'd never been here before, as if this is the first he's ever been with someone. and even when he finally melts into the mattress, he tries to move to help peter along despite how heavy his body feels. ]