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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.
“That’s all you, Noct.” He says with a grin, his voice low and slightly strained as a blush tints his cheeks. “No one else does this. Its -- it’s just you.”














