“Noct – ah! N-Noct. This is crazy. Some-someone might notice you’re gone, and come looking for you! We should go back to the party.” He insisted, though his words weren’t entirely believable. Noctis wouldn’t stop, not without a firm, absolute refusal. Prompto’s protests were weak at best, because both of them knew that what they were doing wasn’t crazy, no one was going to look for them and they’d both voiced how boring the party had been so going back was the last thing on either of their minds.
The first thing on Noctis’s mind though, was getting the form fitting suit off Prompto’s body and pinning the blond to his bed.
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27 Apr 2018