They both taste like whiskey, but Ardyn tastes like something else, too. Something Prompto is dead-set on figuring out as soon as the hotel room door closes behind them, even though his coordination leaves much to be desired at the moment. His earlier reluctance utterly forgotten, the blond pulls at his partner's excessive layers of clothing, only to have his hands forcibly removed every time. He doesn't even realize he's being moved until the backs of his knees hit the edge of a mattress and he topples over onto it with a drunken giggle.

"Why'ya got so much clothes? Y'know, y'don' hafta wear everything all at once," He slurs, rolling over onto his stomach.
"You couuullld.... Wear nothin'? Tha's always good."

Prompto wriggles his butt. Ardyn presses a hand to the small of his back and holds him down firmly. He pulls his belt free from its loops and wraps it around Prompto's wrists, pulling tight enough to be secure, but not to hurt. The blond whines and tries to twist around to look at him.

"Why ya doin' that? C'mooon... I'm, like, totally consensus-ing here..."

Ardyn lifts the young man up and brings him to the head of the bed, settling him in his lap. He's already shed most of his upper clothing, and he's left in just pants and a partially-unbuttoned shirt.

"I am a man of my word, if nothing else. Someone who cannot pronounce 'consent' is not fit to give it," Ardyn explains, much to Prompto's dismay.
"But that doesn't mean we must pass the time idly."

"Noooooo...!"

"Yeeeees. I'm afraid I simply cannot trust you to keep your hands to yourself. You make it rather difficult for me to behave."

Ardyn pulls Prompto's face close and kisses along his soft jawline, up to his ear. His hands fall to his waist with a steady pressure to keep him from squirming about.

"You haven't the slightest idea how much I'd love to just take you right now," he growls, dragging a full-body shudder and a mewl from Prompto.
"I could. I could push you down right this second and mount you like a bitch in heat. You wouldn't walk straight for a week, except to come back for more."

Ardyn rocks his hips up as if to prove his point. Prompto inhales sharply, exhaling with a breathy "fuck, please..." He tries to grind back against the older man, but he has him in a vise-grip. All he can do is whine, helpless. Ardyn pets his hair soothingly.

"Or maybe, you're the type who prefers to take control? Perhaps you'd rather stay just like this and ride me to completion?"

Prompto can feel Ardyn's smirk against his neck and the scrape of stubble across his cheek as he withdraws to face him again. He lifts Prompto's chin to meet his gaze and strokes his bottom lip with his thumb.

"Mm. I would certainly enjoy the view. I wonder how you'll look when you bloom for me, my little sunflower. I wonder what sorts of sounds I can pull from these pretty lips."

Prompto practically melts against Ardyn's body as he kisses him again. The man's hands slip up under his shirt, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. All of a sudden, he finds himself on his back with Ardyn looming over him on his hands and knees. There's obvious hunger in his golden eyes that contrasts his gentle smile.

Ardyn lifts Prompto's shirt over his head, letting it bunch around his arms. Then he gets to work on his pants. The boy's cock is hard and bright red, seemingly the only part of his body that's unaffected by the alcohol in his system. Ardyn strokes up his length with a fingertip. Just that little touch garners a dramatic response. Prompto arches up for more, but gets far less as Ardyn elects to gently massage his balls instead.

"Pleeeease...!" He wails. Translucent precum oozes from the tip of his dick and pools in the dip of his stomach.

Ardyn licks it up greedily, pointedly avoiding his rather painful-looking erection. He trails kisses all the way back up to the blond's lips and lets him taste his own desperation. Meanwhile he continues to squeeze around the base of his dick, never giving him any real stimulation and slowly driving him insane, if his squirming and whimpering is anything to go by.

Ardyn smiles and strokes Prompto's flushed cheeks.

"Y-you're... An asshole..." Prompto sniffles. Tears begin to well up and fall. Ardyn kisses them from his skin.

"I know, darling, I know. But you've been so good for me nonetheless," he croons. He rises up on his knees and sheds his shirt and pants, and then finally frees Prompto from his makeshift bondage. He massages the red, chafed skin of his wrists apologetically.

"Can I trust you to keep your hands to yourself for just a bit longer?"

Prompto nods.

"Good boy."