[he looks up, a smile on his lips, and then returns to nuzzling against noctis's chest]
[he hopes he doesn't need to say it--and he probably doesn't, honestly--but noctis's presence here is everything. he feels safe, wanted, cared for. together with noctis, he feels happy and confident enough to take on any challenge. his better half, pretty much.]
[ Noctis isn’t the best at gauging things. He misses a lot of hints still, awkward as he is. But he’s gotten better. He wants to continue to get better. For Prompto’s sake.
As Prompto seeks to nuzzle close, Noctis opens up to facilitate it. He lays on his back, Prompto effectively draped over him as he runs his hand over his shoulder and back. He presses his nose into his hair, closing his eyes as he hangs on to the affirmation. ]
Good.
[ Because that’s what his job is. To make Prompto stronger as a person, to lift him up when he’s down. Argument or no, nothing is worth the sacrifice of their closeness. Prompto doesn’t at all need to say it, because he feels the same way. He wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for this guy. ]
[prompto smiles at that, legs shuffling in suppressed excitement. he holds on tighter to noctis--and it's going to suck because it's going to get pretty hot pretty soon, but...]
[ Noctis is always cold for some reason, so being this close to his boyfriend is ideal. He cuddles close, arm settling for wrapping around him entirely. It’s going to stink being up early, but he wants to be with Prompto as much as he can. He’ll take him out for breakfast and bring him to work. Maybe drop by for lunch. Because he’s so happy with this guy and he’s so relieved that they’ll make it.
Noctis closes his eyes, kissing the top of Prompto’s head. ]
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[is the quiet confession.]
[he looks up, a smile on his lips, and then returns to nuzzling against noctis's chest]
[he hopes he doesn't need to say it--and he probably doesn't, honestly--but noctis's presence here is everything. he feels safe, wanted, cared for. together with noctis, he feels happy and confident enough to take on any challenge. his better half, pretty much.]
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As Prompto seeks to nuzzle close, Noctis opens up to facilitate it. He lays on his back, Prompto effectively draped over him as he runs his hand over his shoulder and back. He presses his nose into his hair, closing his eyes as he hangs on to the affirmation. ]
Good.
[ Because that’s what his job is. To make Prompto stronger as a person, to lift him up when he’s down. Argument or no, nothing is worth the sacrifice of their closeness. Prompto doesn’t at all need to say it, because he feels the same way. He wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for this guy. ]
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[his language is slurred--no surprises there, sleepy as he is way past his bedtime]
Y'can sleep in. I won't mind.
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I’ll get up with you.
[ Said easily.
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[it's fine]
Love you.
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Noctis closes his eyes, kissing the top of Prompto’s head. ]
Love you too, Prom.