How's it cheating? You're the one who took 'em off!

[ prompto's laughing, almost falling over onto his side, but at the mention of his pants and the way noct looks at him, he finds himself sucking in a breath. then, like he's not even drunk, he rolls up onto his knees, crawling in noct's direction so he can get his hands on his hips. he presses his forehead against his belly, breathing against bare skin as his fingers toy at the zipper. ]

I can take these off your hands. No shot needed. [ he looks up at him, subconsciously licking at his bottom lip. ] What d'you say? [ and he gives them a tug before taking control of the situation to unzip them and pull them down his thighs. ]