#thelivewire

Tagged by @the-livewire Tagging: Anyone who wants to do this. (Mainly the waifu @princessnoxfleuret).

Prompto was right, of course, but Libertus was insistent. He began to protest about his feelings on warping and was going to argue that it didn’t matter, but another deafening explosion silenced any reasoning he might have come up with. He sighed, mentally bracing himself. “Yeah,” he grudgingly agreed, teeth clenched as the ringing in his ears faded once more, “then what’d you propose we do?” 

[8:37:27 PM] We're flyin' blind without your direction!

Nimbly and lightly her fingers fix the feathers that have shifted askew as she continued to silently admire the collection of colours. “Did you guys fly a lot today? Looks like you almost went through hell!”

@the-livewire Text: {Prompto} [ HEY BUD, I have some free time this afternoon and the lounge in my appartments in the citadel has a HUGE TV and I dug up the old console and games. Just like the old days! But yeah ummm that's a bribe. I got something to tell you...] He felt nervous sending the text, his hands clammy as he pressed each letter under the glass screen. Really was the person he was having the hardest time telling really Prompto? Then again this was the one friend he had of whom expected nothing of him except for friendship. The genuine friend, who's time came with no strings. He sighed and pressed send.

“You’re going to soak my jacket,” he murmured, but the admonishment came with soft laughter. Jokes often alleviated a tense moment, he’d found. “Once you’ve calmed down, I’ll make some tea and then, perhaps you’ll tell me what got you so overwrought, yes?”

46. Your muse does a strip tease for my muse.Prompto isn’t drunk by any means, but he doesn’t need the alcohol’s buzz to tell him this is a GREAT idea. He is already on the table among the three other males, his companions. He’s already rolling his hips and shaking his body to the music playing from the Regalia. They haven’t had much to drink but they’re alone and that’s enough for each of them to feel comfortable enough to let go. The glow of the fire is illuminating Prompto’s body as he’s showing off and grooving to the beat, it’s his vest that comes off first, draped over Noct’s head as the boy hoots at his best friend and Gladio that cheers a little too loudly. Ignis is laughing, the boy’s antics always livening up the worst of times. They’re trying to forget their troubles and of course Prompto is always the light of the party, he’s raising his shirt now, this stomach played on with the flicker of fire as he moves and shows off a little more until soon the shirt is over his head and it’s tossed at Gladio’s head. Noct is already draping the vest on his lap and Gladio is whipping it over his own head like a lasso, allowing himself to get caught up in the fun. Ignis isn’t participating just yet but he’s definitely a spectator. It’s when Prompto is lowering the lip of his jeans, the lines of his hips prominent as he shows off and slides his thumbs to the back of his bottoms, lowering that side next, sliding them over the plump round ass cheeks he’s now displaying to his companions as Noct reaches up and gives a cheek a slap, Gladio laughing and whistling. Ignis whistles and reaches to his wallet, teasing him by sliding a few gil into his bottoms. Prompto is on the table top, chest down and grinding as he gets a little closer to the boys, covering himself as he rolls out of his bottoms and kicks them off with his boots; of which Noct has already pulled one of them off and is helping with the other. Fully nude aside from his bandana and cuffs, Prompto has one hand on his junk, rolling and writhing to show off for them. As the song ends, Ignis is joining in, his hand sliding close to Nocts as Noct touches along his chest. Gladio is exploring Prompto’s slender side and hip while Prompto just enjoys basking in their attention; it’s not meant in a whorish manner, none of the boys see it that way, but it’s just harmless fun... they’re trusting each one another to be respectful and affectionate. It goes on further into the night until They’re all in the tent, in the same state of dress, tangled in each other’s limbs and cuddling to the warmth as the music continues to play outside.