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[ The thing is, it's rarely up to Prompto to put the breaks on things. He's a follower, not a leader, and the fact that he'd managed to pony up and kiss her in the first place is nothing short of a miracle. And in everything that's followed, he takes her cues. When she stops to breathe, so does he. When her lips rim around his and her tongue delves deep into his mouth, so does his. When she doesn't stop, neither does he.

But everything in his mind is starting to get fuzzier, stickier, her mouth against his growing so hot and wet that he makes a sound near a whimper. His lips are starting to burn, his breath shuddering and ragged, as he speaks heady, rushed words right into her throat. ]

Alisaie - [ his hands fidget, heart pounding, teeth on her lips again ] - w-we should -

[ But god, he has no idea what they should do. ]