[Prompto's body temperature ran hotter than humans. It was probably the same for some daemons, but Prompto certainly didn't try it. They had smelled terrible. Not at all like humans. Not at all like how Noct smelled, even though he definitely wasn't a human. But it was probably part of the reason why daemons burned up in the sun. It was too hot, either because they were already too hot, or they just couldn't take any heat at all.
But Noct. Noct was cool against him, almost refreshing in a way the night just couldn't be any more. And when those cool lips wrapped around his thumb to collect more of his blood, Prompto felt something he'd never felt from an injury before.
Excitement.
Usually injuries left him annoyed and a little angry, depending on the severity of the injury. But this was different. Maybe because it was self-inflicted? Maybe because it was helping him to prove his point to Noctis? Or was it because Noct enjoyed it? The man he was already considering his before he'd even claimed him. He'd never been in this kind of situation before. He'd never felt this way before. And Noct's expression looked so good as he tasted his blood.
He leaned forward again, lips brushing against Noct's ear.]
Do you want me, Noct?
[He whispered the words, knowing full well that it could be taken different ways. He was okay if it was taken in more than one way, but he pressed his thumb more firmly against Noct's tongue anyway. Maybe as incentive. Prompto was excited to see where this would go.]
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But Noct. Noct was cool against him, almost refreshing in a way the night just couldn't be any more. And when those cool lips wrapped around his thumb to collect more of his blood, Prompto felt something he'd never felt from an injury before.
Excitement.
Usually injuries left him annoyed and a little angry, depending on the severity of the injury. But this was different. Maybe because it was self-inflicted? Maybe because it was helping him to prove his point to Noctis? Or was it because Noct enjoyed it? The man he was already considering his before he'd even claimed him. He'd never been in this kind of situation before. He'd never felt this way before. And Noct's expression looked so good as he tasted his blood.
He leaned forward again, lips brushing against Noct's ear.]
Do you want me, Noct?
[He whispered the words, knowing full well that it could be taken different ways. He was okay if it was taken in more than one way, but he pressed his thumb more firmly against Noct's tongue anyway. Maybe as incentive. Prompto was excited to see where this would go.]