[ maybe that's the real question, isn't it? how do people find each other like this? how do they feel such an instant connection with one another? prompto can't really think of anything right now because he's doing his best to stay in the moment, gasping when peter touches him and gripping at his hip to hold on. standing in here isn't going to be easy, especially when that pleasure hits him, but he doesn't think peter would let him fall. it'd be pretty awkward for both of them. and still, he rubs back into him, feeling his dick against his ass and sliding a bit between his thighs. it's good, and he wants more of it. ]
Please... [ he isn't sure what he's asking for, but his body seems to know, legs spreading to bear his weight as he grips the side of the shower with his other hand. ] I want –
[ he wants him so badly that it's like a physical ache, and honestly, the idea of coming again this soon after doing it twice is making him extra sensitive, shifting into the stroke of peter's fingers and sighing out nonsense. it's not like it would be hard for peter to fuck him like this either, hand reaching back between them like he's trying to help peter make that decision on his own. ]
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Please... [ he isn't sure what he's asking for, but his body seems to know, legs spreading to bear his weight as he grips the side of the shower with his other hand. ] I want –
[ he wants him so badly that it's like a physical ache, and honestly, the idea of coming again this soon after doing it twice is making him extra sensitive, shifting into the stroke of peter's fingers and sighing out nonsense. it's not like it would be hard for peter to fuck him like this either, hand reaching back between them like he's trying to help peter make that decision on his own. ]