[relative youth, huh? can't catch a break when it comes to his age. it's not a dealbreaker, though. personal preferences all considered, he doesn't have a problem with older men. being with someone more experienced than him definitely helps shelter some insecurities of his own, like how he assumes he's probably going to mess things up along the way. and if he hadn't really cared for McGillis' company, he would've turned tail long by now, before even allowing himself to get into his lap.
he has to wonder. is this the type of presence he always commands? it went from a terse meeting, a negotiation about blankets and pictures, to feeling honestly a little too warm under them now- and Prompto hasn't fussed much along the way. the envelope gets pushed, for sure, and this is getting farther away from teaching him how to cuddle. his inhibitions and guardrails are brought down. but he doesn't really need the bingo card excuse. he'd probably be into this without even having a clinical reason to do so. that might be easy enough to read off of him, though, as he looks upward, freckle faced and soft hair and all.]
I.... I mean, bingo card aside, and everything. Older men are kinda hot.
[there, he said it. no fire in his stomach or intense feeling of embarrassment to go along with it, either.
and then it goes to show that he was way, way off about which square he was talking about- as the other presses a kiss into him. whoa. okay. cool. okay.
the room's definitely kind of spinning.
a stranger's kissing him, and he bathes in the unique feeling that he's the most important thing in the room right now. even if it's not entirely true, it feels pretty goddamn fantastic, as he closes his eyes, and parts his lips as directed. McGillis has effectively wiped Prompto clean of any possible objection or wariness in the process. which is honestly? a pretty big feat for just about anyone.]
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he has to wonder. is this the type of presence he always commands? it went from a terse meeting, a negotiation about blankets and pictures, to feeling honestly a little too warm under them now- and Prompto hasn't fussed much along the way. the envelope gets pushed, for sure, and this is getting farther away from teaching him how to cuddle. his inhibitions and guardrails are brought down. but he doesn't really need the bingo card excuse. he'd probably be into this without even having a clinical reason to do so. that might be easy enough to read off of him, though, as he looks upward, freckle faced and soft hair and all.]
I.... I mean, bingo card aside, and everything. Older men are kinda hot.
[there, he said it. no fire in his stomach or intense feeling of embarrassment to go along with it, either.
and then it goes to show that he was way, way off about which square he was talking about- as the other presses a kiss into him. whoa. okay. cool. okay.
the room's definitely kind of spinning.
a stranger's kissing him, and he bathes in the unique feeling that he's the most important thing in the room right now. even if it's not entirely true, it feels pretty goddamn fantastic, as he closes his eyes, and parts his lips as directed. McGillis has effectively wiped Prompto clean of any possible objection or wariness in the process. which is honestly? a pretty big feat for just about anyone.]