[ Something about what he says -something about the way he says it- makes him snap like a full unraveling of every nerve in his body at once. Maybe it's his intoxication or the gentle mocking tone Prompto replies with, obviously not meant to be hurtful at all. Quite the contrary. It sounds like one of his own home-made deflections, but Noctis is still stuck on wanting Prompto to really react, to be shaken, to not just forget it. Because he suddenly doesn't want to forget later or sweep it all away himself, mostly because he's never kissed anyone -has thought about it, sure, wondered if he'd embarrass himself trying to kiss Luna on their wedding day, wondered if they'd get to even practice beforehand. He didn't want to be terrible at it, and thinking of her now does hit him in the gut with guilt that the rest of his body is ignoring as he twists Prompto's shirt between his fingers without preamble.
There's a sharp, savage tug, pulling his friend until they're close and until he can taste the remnants of the 'pink drinks' on his tongue. Then he's tasting it with his own, pressing himself into Prompto's mouth, licking every surface he can reach. It's messy, unhinged, graceless, but he likes the feel of it, the rawness of the texture of Prompto's tongue against his own, the acrid after-taste at the back of his throat. It all feels suddenly so real and tangible, and he wants to prove he doesn't suck at it with a childish urgency until his stomach starts to twist in on itself sharply.
There's something liquid hot moving through his veins, vivid in the way it throbs all over his body until he's light-headed, breathing too loudly from his mouth like something rabid, forced to release Prompto so he could fall back on the grass and throw an arm over his face. It's to cover the blood lurking beneath his own skin, quite sure he's flushed now, whether from drinking or sheer embarrassment. Nothing Prompto needs to see, and he'll break his camera if he tries to whip it out now. Or at least hide it from him for a very long time. ]
Like I need your help.
[ Words he says to try and sound like he's more cool-headed than he is, attempting to twist his lips into a self-satisfied smirk that never quite reaches the rest of his expression. ]
Totally nailed it just now.
[ Because if that wasn't enough to leave Prompto in at least a bit of a disarray then he doesn't know what is. But even more than that, he really doesn't want to regret this later, but there's no telling how sober him will take it. If sober him will hide away or manage to tease his friend about needing breath mints. He also doesn't want things to change between them, but he also doesn't want things to not not change. ]
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There's a sharp, savage tug, pulling his friend until they're close and until he can taste the remnants of the 'pink drinks' on his tongue. Then he's tasting it with his own, pressing himself into Prompto's mouth, licking every surface he can reach. It's messy, unhinged, graceless, but he likes the feel of it, the rawness of the texture of Prompto's tongue against his own, the acrid after-taste at the back of his throat. It all feels suddenly so real and tangible, and he wants to prove he doesn't suck at it with a childish urgency until his stomach starts to twist in on itself sharply.
There's something liquid hot moving through his veins, vivid in the way it throbs all over his body until he's light-headed, breathing too loudly from his mouth like something rabid, forced to release Prompto so he could fall back on the grass and throw an arm over his face. It's to cover the blood lurking beneath his own skin, quite sure he's flushed now, whether from drinking or sheer embarrassment. Nothing Prompto needs to see, and he'll break his camera if he tries to whip it out now. Or at least hide it from him for a very long time. ]
Like I need your help.
[ Words he says to try and sound like he's more cool-headed than he is, attempting to twist his lips into a self-satisfied smirk that never quite reaches the rest of his expression. ]
Totally nailed it just now.
[ Because if that wasn't enough to leave Prompto in at least a bit of a disarray then he doesn't know what is. But even more than that, he really doesn't want to regret this later, but there's no telling how sober him will take it. If sober him will hide away or manage to tease his friend about needing breath mints. He also doesn't want things to change between them, but he also doesn't want things to not not change. ]