[ as hopeful and idealistic that he may be, even Prompto is skeptical that he and Aranea will do anything somewhat similar to what they've done in that lake sometime ago. she's made her opinion of him clear, which, ironically, only furthers his confusion. her words at that moment promised more, and the way she looked at him as his cock bottomed out in the confines of her cunt insisted she found true enjoyment. he still believes she did, but dammit, she's got a hard time accepting that fact once they parted ways.
now that they're together again, it seems that some feelings can't be helped. he can pick apart the hesitation in her eyes as she debates on whether she wants to whip his cock out or just punch him square in that adorably lost face of his. her hand hasn't retracted from his pants, in fact clinging to his crotch and quickly reminding him that no amount of fatigue and lack of sleep will prevent him from pumping blood down yonder. he's inevitably growing hard from the attention, however light and indirect it may be through his pants and her armor, exacerbated by the sudden intensity of the situation. ]
Yes. Yes, Aranea, it was that hard. [ she won't have to think long to realize he's speaking in a literal sense, especially as his expression falters under the pressure she applies to his groin. as her grip on his throat lightens, be begins to grow a bit more comfortable, forgiving the fact that there was likely glass all around them. Aranea isn't rejecting his grip on her backside and in fact loosens her hold on his throat, leaving him to believe that it's okay to squeeze more assertively than tentatively.
that changes almost a second later when she blurts out the statement ― no, fact ― that he is about to get fucked right here, right now, smack dab in the middle of the Regalia in a semi-public place. if he hadn't been looking at her with shock before, he sure is now. Prompto maybe hoped such a thing would be possible, but never considered she would dive straight for it. she does. she gives him the choice to either lie here and take it, literally, or to leave. what was once that look of bewilderment changes into one that makes him squint, sitting up and propping his elbows onto the cushion below him as he leans in so their noses rubbed against one another once more. ]
I know you think I'm an airhead, but why in the hell would you ever think I'd wanna leave?
[ he's attracted to her. hell, his crush on her has been rather hard to hide long before they struck a business deal, and he isn't shy about his desire of wanting more. her movement made him retract his hands from her ass, but he resolves to proving himself, brushing his knuckles past her thigh and slipping underneath that flap of hers to press his fingers into her groin. his breath is hot on her lips, still quivering from adrenaline and a persistent, sliiiight fear of what she intends to do. Prompto curls his digits and fights the smooth leather fabric, all in hopes of seeing her make a face similar to that of his own. ]
I'm not... not going anywhere. Not unless you're looking to wine and dine me before you get to, heh, fucking...
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now that they're together again, it seems that some feelings can't be helped. he can pick apart the hesitation in her eyes as she debates on whether she wants to whip his cock out or just punch him square in that adorably lost face of his. her hand hasn't retracted from his pants, in fact clinging to his crotch and quickly reminding him that no amount of fatigue and lack of sleep will prevent him from pumping blood down yonder. he's inevitably growing hard from the attention, however light and indirect it may be through his pants and her armor, exacerbated by the sudden intensity of the situation. ]
Yes. Yes, Aranea, it was that hard. [ she won't have to think long to realize he's speaking in a literal sense, especially as his expression falters under the pressure she applies to his groin. as her grip on his throat lightens, be begins to grow a bit more comfortable, forgiving the fact that there was likely glass all around them. Aranea isn't rejecting his grip on her backside and in fact loosens her hold on his throat, leaving him to believe that it's okay to squeeze more assertively than tentatively.
that changes almost a second later when she blurts out the statement ― no, fact ― that he is about to get fucked right here, right now, smack dab in the middle of the Regalia in a semi-public place. if he hadn't been looking at her with shock before, he sure is now. Prompto maybe hoped such a thing would be possible, but never considered she would dive straight for it. she does. she gives him the choice to either lie here and take it, literally, or to leave. what was once that look of bewilderment changes into one that makes him squint, sitting up and propping his elbows onto the cushion below him as he leans in so their noses rubbed against one another once more. ]
I know you think I'm an airhead, but why in the hell would you ever think I'd wanna leave?
[ he's attracted to her. hell, his crush on her has been rather hard to hide long before they struck a business deal, and he isn't shy about his desire of wanting more. her movement made him retract his hands from her ass, but he resolves to proving himself, brushing his knuckles past her thigh and slipping underneath that flap of hers to press his fingers into her groin. his breath is hot on her lips, still quivering from adrenaline and a persistent, sliiiight fear of what she intends to do. Prompto curls his digits and fights the smooth leather fabric, all in hopes of seeing her make a face similar to that of his own. ]
I'm not... not going anywhere. Not unless you're looking to wine and dine me before you get to, heh, fucking...