[ the car seems to be a whole lot more comfortable when he shares it with someone. maybe it's because he can't even focus on the dull throbbing in the dip of his back from stiffness, instead focusing on the more prominent set that sprouts from the now revealed cock. Prompto isn't stupid enough to put a label on whatever this is between them, but he can officially acknowledge and recognize there was something there. something strange, something foreign and something atypical... but it's there. Aranea has to be just as aware if she's gone ahead and accepted what she wanted from him tonight.
maybe they'll get around to talking about their feelings together at some point. hahahahaha. just kidding. that'll never happen. ]
Uhhh, the lovely lady hungrily eating up my cock with her eyes? [ in regards to who's being sweet on who. ] A-and the one... oh god, the one currently teasing it with her f-fucking... fingersβ
[ she has to enjoy how she makes him unravel. it's impossible to poker face his way through this, to pull a Gladio and make it seem like she's doing nothing special in an attempt to make her work harder. he's already as hard as a rock just from her hand on his throat and a few idle squeezes onto his crotch that he could have barely felt. when she starts toying with his tip and especially the slit, Prompto just wants to melt into the seat. she knows all too well how to handle herself in this regard, and this wasn't just some reach-around in the middle of a pond. he's mere inches from her faces and she can see every intimate detail on his cock, from the thin veins that hug his shaft to the deep red that flushes his cock's head from arousal.
not only that, but she has access to other parts of his body that she seems well intent on taking advantage of. his stomach's suddenly revealed and he feels more naked than he did when they were in a body of water. with her lips and teeth having their way with him, he's balling his shirt up with one hand and dragging it up further while the other instinctively holds onto the back of her head. there's not a shred of assertion from his touch, but he does run his fingers through her hair as he watches every little thing she does. ]
That's. That's... ominous. I like and absolutely dislike the... sound of that.
[ he's a whimpering mess of noises by the time she starts teasing the prospect of actually sucking him off. Prompto wants to both see and feel it so bad by the time she gets to bumping the bridge of her nose along his base and adjusting him so that she can flick her tongue along it. only then does his nails rake along her scalp, digging in deep while his ankles do the same with the seats that holds their weight. if he had thought that was bad, he's clearly not prepared for when she kisses those pouty lips of hers along his slit, hips arching forward to brush his cock's crown along her mouth from the way she tries to take his pre as her own.
and honestly, at this rate? it might as well be. he's supposed to be her property, after all. ]
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maybe they'll get around to talking about their feelings together at some point. hahahahaha. just kidding. that'll never happen. ]
Uhhh, the lovely lady hungrily eating up my cock with her eyes? [ in regards to who's being sweet on who. ] A-and the one... oh god, the one currently teasing it with her f-fucking... fingersβ
[ she has to enjoy how she makes him unravel. it's impossible to poker face his way through this, to pull a Gladio and make it seem like she's doing nothing special in an attempt to make her work harder. he's already as hard as a rock just from her hand on his throat and a few idle squeezes onto his crotch that he could have barely felt. when she starts toying with his tip and especially the slit, Prompto just wants to melt into the seat. she knows all too well how to handle herself in this regard, and this wasn't just some reach-around in the middle of a pond. he's mere inches from her faces and she can see every intimate detail on his cock, from the thin veins that hug his shaft to the deep red that flushes his cock's head from arousal.
not only that, but she has access to other parts of his body that she seems well intent on taking advantage of. his stomach's suddenly revealed and he feels more naked than he did when they were in a body of water. with her lips and teeth having their way with him, he's balling his shirt up with one hand and dragging it up further while the other instinctively holds onto the back of her head. there's not a shred of assertion from his touch, but he does run his fingers through her hair as he watches every little thing she does. ]
That's. That's... ominous. I like and absolutely dislike the... sound of that.
[ he's a whimpering mess of noises by the time she starts teasing the prospect of actually sucking him off. Prompto wants to both see and feel it so bad by the time she gets to bumping the bridge of her nose along his base and adjusting him so that she can flick her tongue along it. only then does his nails rake along her scalp, digging in deep while his ankles do the same with the seats that holds their weight. if he had thought that was bad, he's clearly not prepared for when she kisses those pouty lips of hers along his slit, hips arching forward to brush his cock's crown along her mouth from the way she tries to take his pre as her own.
and honestly, at this rate? it might as well be. he's supposed to be her property, after all. ]