Promptio; first time sharing a bed. As spicy or unspicy as you like.

trans-ignis:

He was warmer than Gladio had expected, that was his first thought. For someone who didn’t take up a whole lot of space, Prompto certainly seemed to radiate an awful lot of comfort. He couldn’t really help himself, it was just too easy to slip a hand around Prompto’s waist and pull him close against his chest. 

“Yeah, hey-” Prompto laughs, quiet but bright, the same laugh he uses with Noct when they’re dicking around almost out of ear shot, the one that makes Gladio’s heart drop confusingly in his chest– affection and casual heartbreak all in one. He turns in Gladio’s arms and nudges him into rolling over, letting himself get pulled on top of his boyfriend with absolutely no resistance what so ever.

Boyfriend. There’s a new word. If he squints at it he can still see the traces of anxiety clinging around the edges. 

Prompto’s looking at him expectantly, and with glacial speed he realises he’s expecting him to say something. 

“How’d you reckon Noct’s getting on with Iggy?” It’s not what’s on his mind, but it’ll do. It’s easier to talk about their friends in the room over than how deeply he suspects he feels for the man in his arms. 

“Oh, terribly. For sure.” Prompto’s grin says otherwise. That, or he simply doesn’t care. Maybe both. As Prompto shifts against him once more to drop a hesitantly tender kiss to Gladio’s lips, Gladio finds he doesn’t really care either.