[Good thing they are both tipsy because Noct would be as red as that tomato he hates. But right now, he's just merely flushed from the attention and arousal and he wants, needs more.
And Prompto's suggestion makes such a hot mental image for him he's surprised it didn't bring him close to the edge just thinking about it.]
Turn around... [Noct breathes hotly, barely holding himself back from turning Prompto himself. But he can control himself. For now.]
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And Prompto's suggestion makes such a hot mental image for him he's surprised it didn't bring him close to the edge just thinking about it.]
Turn around... [Noct breathes hotly, barely holding himself back from turning Prompto himself. But he can control himself. For now.]