The next kiss has Prompto groaning, his lips parting for them to deepen it further.

He'd shifted atop of Noct, pulling his knees up so that he was straddling his waist now, but still bent and laying chest-to-chest with his friend. Prompto didn't want to lose that contact. Didn't want the hand on his back to go away nor the hand within his hair. But he wanted to be able to use his own.

He kissed Noct and let his hands wander over his shoulders and collarbone. Then he raised them, the tips of his fingers grazing the sides of Noct's neck and up to softly stroke his jaw. His touch was soft, tender and reverent. Noct was so precious to him. His bestfriend. The one person in his life he knew he could rely on without question. The one he was willing to stand by through thick and thin. The man he had loved since the day he'd met him. And here he was, under him, hands on his body and lips upon his, kissing like a couple of horny teens. And Prompto was loving every moment of it!