They fall onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and lips and hands.
Their lovemaking is different, tonight, from how it's been before. Prompto's desperate to show Ignis just what he means to him. It's slow, when Prompto's body meets with Ignis', when the breath leaves both of their bodies. Slow, and soft, and though there's no denying the passion they share, it's a steady burn. The kisses they swap are tender, the touches to each other's bodies gentle and thoughtful, as if committing everything their fingers touch to memory. They take their time, and it's a delicious build up of heat, desire uncoiling slowly low in Prompto's body. He just wants to make sure that Ignis feels loved.
Ignis' skin feels flushed beneath the press of his fingers, light noises escaping from Ignis' mouth with every steady push of Prompto's hips. The undoing of the both of them is gradual, a leisurely heat that continues to build up between them both, until neither of them can take anymore.
Prompto finds himself whispering nonsensical words of affection to Ignis, calls him beautiful, as Prompto finally comes undone with another meeting of their hips, feels himself shudder deeply against Ignis.
He feels Ignis' own undoing, right in his very hand, fingers moving over flushed skin, and the thought sends Prompto's head spinning further out of orbit than it already is.
Fingers brush softly across his face, over his flushed, sweaty skin, and Prompto leans into the hand that cups his cheek.
“So are you, love,” Ignis whispers breathlessly.
They pull each other close, arms tightly around each other's bodies, as they simply lay there and breathe, warm and comfortable in each other's presence.
That night is another shift in their relationship, into something deeper, something that is simply more.
Prompto doesn't know what the future will bring, what might happen, and how long they could end up waiting for Noctis to return and help them banish the darkness for good. But, he realises that the one thing he's always been good at is keeping on. Despite all else that's happened, and might still happen, he's always been able to push through and keep going.
So he'll do that, with Ignis, with his warmth and comfort as Prompto's source of guiding light within the darkness.
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(There we go, OP, sorry it took so long to finish, this behemoth became bigger than I expected and I messed up with my post count there! It didn't turn out quite like I intended but I hope you like it all the same? I just really love your prompt, and promnis, and I have a lot of feelings about them! I hope I did your prompt justice! Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write about them like this!)
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Fill 6/6: Prompto/Noct & Gladio/Ignis becomes Prompto/Ignis during the Long Dark
Date: 2017-04-19 12:01 pm (UTC)Their lovemaking is different, tonight, from how it's been before. Prompto's desperate to show Ignis just what he means to him. It's slow, when Prompto's body meets with Ignis', when the breath leaves both of their bodies. Slow, and soft, and though there's no denying the passion they share, it's a steady burn. The kisses they swap are tender, the touches to each other's bodies gentle and thoughtful, as if committing everything their fingers touch to memory. They take their time, and it's a delicious build up of heat, desire uncoiling slowly low in Prompto's body. He just wants to make sure that Ignis feels loved.
Ignis' skin feels flushed beneath the press of his fingers, light noises escaping from Ignis' mouth with every steady push of Prompto's hips. The undoing of the both of them is gradual, a leisurely heat that continues to build up between them both, until neither of them can take anymore.
Prompto finds himself whispering nonsensical words of affection to Ignis, calls him beautiful, as Prompto finally comes undone with another meeting of their hips, feels himself shudder deeply against Ignis.
He feels Ignis' own undoing, right in his very hand, fingers moving over flushed skin, and the thought sends Prompto's head spinning further out of orbit than it already is.
Fingers brush softly across his face, over his flushed, sweaty skin, and Prompto leans into the hand that cups his cheek.
“So are you, love,” Ignis whispers breathlessly.
They pull each other close, arms tightly around each other's bodies, as they simply lay there and breathe, warm and comfortable in each other's presence.
That night is another shift in their relationship, into something deeper, something that is simply more.
Prompto doesn't know what the future will bring, what might happen, and how long they could end up waiting for Noctis to return and help them banish the darkness for good. But, he realises that the one thing he's always been good at is keeping on. Despite all else that's happened, and might still happen, he's always been able to push through and keep going.
So he'll do that, with Ignis, with his warmth and comfort as Prompto's source of guiding light within the darkness.
---
(There we go, OP, sorry it took so long to finish, this behemoth became bigger than I expected and I messed up with my post count there! It didn't turn out quite like I intended but I hope you like it all the same? I just really love your prompt, and promnis, and I have a lot of feelings about them! I hope I did your prompt justice! Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write about them like this!)