[ and it would be rather easy to suspect that Prompto thinks back on their time together more nights than not. she best believe that his hand is in his shorts, cramped in a tent or not, jerking himself off and ruining his clothes at the thought of Aranea naked and bouncing on his cock or taking it from behind. the only thing that makes his stomach twist with regret is the fact that he hadn't taken pictures like he was supposed to. he paid 75,000 gil for pure sex, simple as that. maybe now that they're together again...
... he can't focus on that for the time being. Aranea isn't particularly gentle about assisting the damsel in distress with really nice hair, and she's both rushing and bullying him into thinking he needed to eject himself from the vehicle as soon as possible. glass crunches underneath his weight as he crawls closer to her, their faces inching together in the process. only when he realizes his nose is virtually bumping up into the lancer does he clear his throat, laughing awkward. ]
Would... would really put those organs of mine to no use if I did it my way, huh. You would hate to miss my... organs.
[ one organ in particular, he would love to admit, but he doesn't have the balls to do so when he's within her personal bubble for the first time since they were last together. Prompto winces at the thought of the car being damaged, silently praising the stars that Hammerhead wasn't far off and that he had an excuse to see Cindy again. which, in itself, makes him wince as his focus should be on Aranea and Aranea only. but the boy is a whore and he can't help but think about women, okay!!!
βwhich is exactly why he's craning his neck to get a good look at her ass as her pants cling to it. the angle is just right to peek up under the flap that normally obscures it, but she'll likely notice he's ogling by how slow he is in getting out. ]
Th... thanks, by the way. For helping me out. Even if you, uh. Damaged the car when I could've probably kicked it in or something. Maybe.
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... he can't focus on that for the time being. Aranea isn't particularly gentle about assisting the damsel in distress with really nice hair, and she's both rushing and bullying him into thinking he needed to eject himself from the vehicle as soon as possible. glass crunches underneath his weight as he crawls closer to her, their faces inching together in the process. only when he realizes his nose is virtually bumping up into the lancer does he clear his throat, laughing awkward. ]
Would... would really put those organs of mine to no use if I did it my way, huh. You would hate to miss my... organs.
[ one organ in particular, he would love to admit, but he doesn't have the balls to do so when he's within her personal bubble for the first time since they were last together. Prompto winces at the thought of the car being damaged, silently praising the stars that Hammerhead wasn't far off and that he had an excuse to see Cindy again. which, in itself, makes him wince as his focus should be on Aranea and Aranea only. but the boy is a whore and he can't help but think about women, okay!!!
βwhich is exactly why he's craning his neck to get a good look at her ass as her pants cling to it. the angle is just right to peek up under the flap that normally obscures it, but she'll likely notice he's ogling by how slow he is in getting out. ]
Th... thanks, by the way. For helping me out. Even if you, uh. Damaged the car when I could've probably kicked it in or something. Maybe.