026 » and now my bedsheets smell like you

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[everything's fine after that. at least, that's what prompto tells himself. gladio and ignis don't ask too many questions about where they went and what they were doing (or who they were doing). prompto laughs everything off; he makes his usual jokes. he takes the same old pictures and makes a big deal out of playing king's knight. as far as he's concerned, he's acting perfectly normal.

there's just one thing — prompto doesn't look at noctis the way he used to, and when they go for rides in the car, prompto rests his head against the side of the regalia and doesn't say anything.

the truth is that ignis and gladio know. or at least, ignis knows. he pulls prompto aside one evening, asks if anything happened between him and noct. prompto laughs and tries to slide away. ignis doesn't let him.

eventually, all prompto says is don't tell gladio.

maybe that's the reason ignis insists on staying in lestallum one evening, and takes gladio with him to buy groceries, leaving prompto and noctis in the hotel room together. maybe he thinks they just need to talk it out. but as far as prompto's concerned, talking isn't going to make this work out. it's way too hopeless for that.

he says seated on the mattress, with his knees curled to his chest the same way noctis left him all those nights ago. he looks strangely small. he goes through his photos from the day, but he doesn't say anything. no hey noct, look at this shot or noct, you look so cool here!

prompto just stays quiet. quiet's one of the strangest things for prompto to be.]

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( Noctis is quiet for a moment as he holds Prompto's gaze - looking for any hesitations to his words. But finding none. And Noctis would have been fine. Fine to call Ignis. Fine to not but do nothing but just cuddle Prompto for all he was worth for the rest of the night. He would have been more than content with that.

But Prompto's words - the connotations behind them. It sparks a warmth in Noct's chest, one that fires through his blood, runs down his spine and across his body. His hand slides a little, thumb brushing against Prompto's lips. And he wants. Gods how he wants. How he's always wanted. )

I love you. ( He repeats from before, still keeping Prompto's gaze. His hand tugs at the back of Prompto's neck, tugging him down as he lifts up to meet him, pressing their lips together. )

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[prompto smiles at those words, even as he closes his eyes and gently kisses back, nibbling gently at noct's soft bottom lip, sucking at whatever little parcels of flesh he can get between his own lips. hands. he should do something with his hands. he wraps them around noct's waist, drawing him ever closer.]

Yeah. I... I love you, too.

[between kisses:] I feel like... I've loved you... at least a little bit... my whole life.