Thanks for the vote of confidence, buuuut I think you're wrong. Would have definitely been stuck in there until they decided to bust me out. I'm useless like that. Knowing my luck, they'd have gone on an extended fishing trip...
[ Prompto is left grumbling a few choice words as he traces his finger around the rim of his glass of wine. the similarity to any motions her own fingers had performed on him not too long ago is lost and he's immediately retracting his hand regardless in thanks to her boisterous statement involving his cock. his head ducks low to avoid making eye contact with anyone who happened to overhear. god, thanks for making it into a Thing, Aranea.
the tsundere look is cute on you at least.
as she continues powering through her alcohol, he begins to worry. how is the dragoon when she gets drunk? does she get drunk? will she feel more inclined to beat the holy hell out of him or will she mount him right here at this very table in a spontaneous act of lust? the possibilities are endless, and as she continues to treat the wine as if it's water, he can only imagine he will have his answer soon. Prompto believes he starts to get one when one of those long legs rests dangerous close to the space between his legs. whatever her intention may be, it's clear that he is quick to assume. the lass never did get to enjoy an orgasm of her own... ]
W-what? I'm sorry, can you... would you be so kind as to repeat that? [ she mentions loving him in turn and he just. stares. sort of, anyway. his eyes hold her gaze for a second or two before deflecting towards the nearest object, only to return to them and rinse and repeat. Aranea is fucking with him, there is no doubt about it. when she starts whispering to the server only for him to abscond with a level of urgency he's never seen before, that furthers his concern even more. ] You're planning on something, aren't you. And you won't tell me what that plan is until I see it firsthand. I should be worried, huh...
[ because yeeeep, that is certainly her boot applying enough pressure to his crotch to make him stiffen up in more ways than one. he gags on a bit of spit and hardly acknowledges the amount of food that has been placed before the both of them in an unreasonably short amount of time. Aranea should be proud that her touch already has him squirming about in his seat, one elbow digging firmly into the table while his other hand shakily unfolds the napkin holding his utensils. ]
Not sure if I have, uh, much of an appetite now, h-ho... ney...
[ before she gets an opportunity to use her boot for evil and not good, he'll start poking around at the food that looks the best. or at least, he thinks it looks the best. it's hard to focus when one eye is almost always looking at that devious glint in her own. ]
no subject
[ Prompto is left grumbling a few choice words as he traces his finger around the rim of his glass of wine. the similarity to any motions her own fingers had performed on him not too long ago is lost and he's immediately retracting his hand regardless in thanks to her boisterous statement involving his cock. his head ducks low to avoid making eye contact with anyone who happened to overhear. god, thanks for making it into a Thing, Aranea.
the tsundere look is cute on you at least.
as she continues powering through her alcohol, he begins to worry. how is the dragoon when she gets drunk? does she get drunk? will she feel more inclined to beat the holy hell out of him or will she mount him right here at this very table in a spontaneous act of lust? the possibilities are endless, and as she continues to treat the wine as if it's water, he can only imagine he will have his answer soon. Prompto believes he starts to get one when one of those long legs rests dangerous close to the space between his legs. whatever her intention may be, it's clear that he is quick to assume. the lass never did get to enjoy an orgasm of her own... ]
W-what? I'm sorry, can you... would you be so kind as to repeat that? [ she mentions loving him in turn and he just. stares. sort of, anyway. his eyes hold her gaze for a second or two before deflecting towards the nearest object, only to return to them and rinse and repeat. Aranea is fucking with him, there is no doubt about it. when she starts whispering to the server only for him to abscond with a level of urgency he's never seen before, that furthers his concern even more. ] You're planning on something, aren't you. And you won't tell me what that plan is until I see it firsthand. I should be worried, huh...
[ because yeeeep, that is certainly her boot applying enough pressure to his crotch to make him stiffen up in more ways than one. he gags on a bit of spit and hardly acknowledges the amount of food that has been placed before the both of them in an unreasonably short amount of time. Aranea should be proud that her touch already has him squirming about in his seat, one elbow digging firmly into the table while his other hand shakily unfolds the napkin holding his utensils. ]
Not sure if I have, uh, much of an appetite now, h-ho... ney...
[ before she gets an opportunity to use her boot for evil and not good, he'll start poking around at the food that looks the best. or at least, he thinks it looks the best. it's hard to focus when one eye is almost always looking at that devious glint in her own. ]