[ it's a lot harder for him to think when he's swimming in the haze of being both tipsy and swimming in the afterglow of an orgasm, but prompto really tries get his tongue to work, wishing he'd had the foresight to bring lube to their little floor party. all of that is back in his bedroom, and he's mourning the idea that they'd have to stumble their way there. still, he tilts his head back to give noct room as he kisses him, his body warm and gently easing them into a jerky rhythm where he's grinding against noct. ]

Lemme think... [ except there's really no thinking about it at all because his brain has turned itself off. ] Really wanna feel you in me right now, but pretty sure it'd take too long. [ if only he'd thought about doing something about it ahead of time, though an idea occurs to him as he drags his fingers through noct's hair. ] What if I rolled over and you did it between my thighs?

[ good thing he's drunk because he'd have had a really tough time saying that out loud sober. ]