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Give Prompto A Kissy! || Always Accepting

Prompto is beyond thrilled that Noctis has arrived home. While the days without him aren’t as bad as they could be, Prompto finds himself missing Noctis more and more as time goes on.

The fingers in his wings feel so nice, and he practically purrs as strong arms warp around him from behind.

Sexual Sunday Memes

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∀ : Your muse’s favorite position?

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Send “Goodbye” for your muse to die in mine’s arms.

“Noct? C-Come on buddy, you gotta stay with me.”

Prompto was well aware that they lived in constant danger. There was always a risk that one of them would get hurt, or even worse -- despite how carefree they sometimes acted, that thought lingered in the back of all of their minds as they trudged through yet another unfamiliar area swarmed with countless dangers.

Not a single one of them, however, ever expected it to be Noctis. Not when all three of them had a specific duty to be sure it wasn’t Noctis.

Either way, the shock seemed to be hitting Prompto the worst, who actually built up the gall to bark at Ignis and Gladio when they tried to pull his king away from him.

“Look at me! Lemme see those eyes.” It was a soft demand, because Prompto couldn’t bear to be firm with Noctis when he was bleeding out in his arms. “Noct? Noctis!”

There was the slightest smile upon his lips, something so tiny that only Prompto could recognize it for what it was meant to be. Gently, one hand pressed into the soft skin of Noctis’ cheek while the other remained looped around his shoulders and chest to keep him upright.

“Don’t give up yet, buddy. Keep breathing, you hear me? M-Maybe tonight I’ll finally kick your ass in that one level of King’s Knight, wouldn’t that be crazy?” He was starting to sound just a little bit hysterical, because Noctis was fading fast and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop it.

“Please don’t leave me...Noct, I -- “ 

But it was too late. The young king had since gone limp in Prompto’s grasp, his chest no longer rising and falling with his breaths. 

The world went dark for Prompto, his own breath halting in his chest as he crumpled around the broken body of a boy he loved more than anything else in this universe.

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Send 💋 to kiss my muse on the neck!

It felt so surreal. Limbs tangled, breath mingled, fingertips exploring every inch of skin - they found themselves in a flurry as they tried to get as close as humanly possible without melting into each other’s bones.

The moment Prompto felt lips on his neck, he tilted his head back and let out a small whimper of pleasure. As for most people, his neck was one of his most sensitive areas and to say goosebumps raised up on the delicate skin would be an understatement. 

He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, relishing the feeling of Noctis’ lips working his neck. 

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Send me a 💓 to feel my muses’ heartbeat!

The moment Noctis’ hand makes contact with his chest, Prompto’s follows suit. He slides his hand up Noctis’ arm in a soothing manner, before pausing to rest his own fingers atop the ones that lay across his heart. 

“You feel that?” He asks a bit breathlessly, leaning forward to just barely brush their lips together for the most brief of moments. His heart races within his chest, against the pressure of Noctis’ palm -- and Prompto wants him to feel it. Every beat.

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