[He hears that thought. But even if he didn't, feeling the way Prompto is moving is clue enough that the guy's legs are struggling to hold him up. Gently Peter guides him down. Putting them in this position lets his hand be free to grip onto Prompto's cock and stroke him. The other hand runs through Prompto's hair, glides along his chest, down his legs, anywhere.
He's going a little faster and harder than when they were on the bed. It's somewhat unintentional, but the way Prompto says his name and pleads for him is urging him on]
Prompto... fuck. I'm gonna come inside you again.
[It's more a warning than anything. The faster pace and all of Prompto's words and noises are getting him there. He doesn't even try holding back the cry when he comes, or pretend that he did something other than say Prompto's name. The way it echoed in the shower, neither of them were likely to miss it anywa]
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He's going a little faster and harder than when they were on the bed. It's somewhat unintentional, but the way Prompto says his name and pleads for him is urging him on]
Prompto... fuck. I'm gonna come inside you again.
[It's more a warning than anything. The faster pace and all of Prompto's words and noises are getting him there. He doesn't even try holding back the cry when he comes, or pretend that he did something other than say Prompto's name. The way it echoed in the shower, neither of them were likely to miss it anywa]