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[ cool. he's died and gone to heaven. or whatever might be closest to it, squirming a little as the pleasure just floods its way through him. he feels it in his toes, deep in his stomach, in his chest. his heart flutters, and he yanks at noct's hair this time, snapping his hips up and trying not to lose it entirely the second his orgasm slams him from out of nowhere.

it steals his breath, leaves him seeing stars, and... yeah. maybe they should do stuff like this a little more often when they're tipsy. prompto does his best to keep his eyes open, wanting to watch noct and see just how much he swallows—if he swallows at all. yet, it's too much work and he falls back against the cushions, panting heavily until he manages to catch his breath once more. then, he's pressing his hands over his eyes and wishing he could disappear because he can't believe he literally came in like three minutes. ]