[It's transactional, yes. Clinical, at least in part. But not even McGillis could claim to be entirely unaffected by an overtly intimate act. He likes men—older, younger, doesn't matter—and he's pleasant enough when lured away from defensiveness and into a calmer state. The tame tiger, walking into the cage of its own free will, or the contented lion, enjoying the attentions of its keeper. Contented might be too strong of a word, but suffice to say Prompto has cleared any kind of danger zone. McGillis might still bite, just not unpleasantly. He still hasn't lost his teeth, after all.
He's cute. McGillis can admit that to himself, quietly. Eager and full of an infectious sort of energy, which he has little doubt he's forced onto others in the past. In this context, though, it's fine. He's getting what he wants, and he can justify it later, when he's sifting through all those pictures he's earned. He'll do what he has to, in order to survive. He'll use people and toss them aside, just like other people will use him in turn. That's simply the way of things, and being thrown ten thousand worlds away won't change that.
Still, he's curious to see how far Prompto will go. He pries those lips open a bit further, with the expertise of that charming older man but also with the insistence of a predator. Fittingly, a game of chicken, to see how far is too far, how much more he can push back before he's had enough. Though he's in trouble, and on multiple fronts.
Because McGillis was, most definitely, in his element here. And he's a very gifted orator... so his tongue proves, slipping in and slipping past Prompto's sassy little mouth.]
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He's cute. McGillis can admit that to himself, quietly. Eager and full of an infectious sort of energy, which he has little doubt he's forced onto others in the past. In this context, though, it's fine. He's getting what he wants, and he can justify it later, when he's sifting through all those pictures he's earned. He'll do what he has to, in order to survive. He'll use people and toss them aside, just like other people will use him in turn. That's simply the way of things, and being thrown ten thousand worlds away won't change that.
Still, he's curious to see how far Prompto will go. He pries those lips open a bit further, with the expertise of that charming older man but also with the insistence of a predator. Fittingly, a game of chicken, to see how far is too far, how much more he can push back before he's had enough. Though he's in trouble, and on multiple fronts.
Because McGillis was, most definitely, in his element here. And he's a very gifted orator... so his tongue proves, slipping in and slipping past Prompto's sassy little mouth.]