[ Prompto doesn't notice, and neither does Noctis, who is evidently more wrapped up in kneading his way to getting more comfortable. And so here he is, tucked under his arm and more content than he remembers being, mostly because this is the first time they've ever been this close, practically wrapped in each other.
His scent is familiar, just as welcome as it has been before. He's resting his head against the crook of his arm, so impossibly close to his neck, and the vee of his open collar is impossibly alluring, giving him a glimpse of the ring he still wears against his throat.
He still wears the ring.
It takes all the self control he has not to kiss over his pulse, but he smiles to himself, squeezing his thigh briefly. ] Mm. You feel nice.
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His scent is familiar, just as welcome as it has been before. He's resting his head against the crook of his arm, so impossibly close to his neck, and the vee of his open collar is impossibly alluring, giving him a glimpse of the ring he still wears against his throat.
He still wears the ring.
It takes all the self control he has not to kiss over his pulse, but he smiles to himself, squeezing his thigh briefly. ] Mm. You feel nice.