it comes back to you | prompto/noctis, HAPPY CRITMISS ZOE
title: it comes back to you
pairing: prompto/noctis
rating: teen
words: 2564
note: happy christmas zoe i love u enjoy ur dumb teens in an au where the war never happened and noctis isnt engaged bc im lazy
For someone who’s lived his whole life being photographed by the press and a best friend who’s love of photography is nearly unparalleled, Noctis is alarmingly bad at being photographed. He’s never really known why; sure, part if it is just his natural inclination to not be noticed, probably, but the extent to which Noctis is unphotogenic is truly astounding. Lunafreya is not so shy as Noctis, but no one has ever accused her of being attention seeking, and yet there’s not a bad picture of her that exists. Even Luna’s noxious brother can pose with the best of them, affecting a casual, yet imperious air that seems almost effortless.
And yet, whenever he notices a camera aimed at him, Noctis somehow forgets every natural facial expression and his face twists into an uncomfortable mask. It’s not intentional, it happens regardless of circumstance and he hates looking at pictures of himself.
Well, not all pictures of himself, he thinks, as he thumbs through the pictures on Prompto’s camera. The camera itself was a gift from Noctis, several years ago now, and it’s age shows in the way the sides are shiny smooth and the leather of the strap is striped with tiny cracks. Still, the camera may be well loved, but in Prompto’s hands it still seems new, taking beautiful pictures and capturing moments with his own unique perspective.
Noctis pauses as he flips through, landing on a picture of himself, bathed in the the orange glow from the fire that night. He’s laughing at something, probably some terrible joke told by Gladio, and for once, he looks perfectly at ease in a photograph. Noctis isn’t sure what to do with it, or the warm, tingling sensation that spreads through his fingers while he looks at it.
“My, my,” comes Ignis’ voice over Noctis’ shoulder, jolting him out of his reverie. “I dare say that’s the nicest picture of you I’ve ever seen.”
Noctis swallows. “It’s really good. I didn’t even know my face could do that.”
“They say that a good photographer’s pictures capture not only the subject itself, but how the photographer sees them, their feelings and view of the subject,” Ignis says, his voice quiet and warm. “Prompto has always been able to take the best pictures of you, I think.”
Noctis stares down at the camera, warmth rising across his cheekbones. “Oh,” he says, sweeping one finger across the screen. Is this how Prompto sees him? All warm and golden? This picture makes him feel like he’s the center of the world, the way his face is sharp while the rest of the scene fades into blurry, golden shapes. Noctis knows that he’s important, he knows he’s important to a lot of people and that there a lot of people who would lay down their lives for him. Those people, though, they’ve all been trained to care for him, to die for him. He knows that Ignis and Gladio care about Noctis, their friend, as much as they care about Noctis, the prince, but they wouldn’t even know him if it weren’t for their duty.
But Prompto, he chose Noctis. Noctis still has not managed to learn the exact motivation behind Prompto’s quest to befriend him, but it doesn’t really matter. What matters, to Noctis, at least, is that Prompto’s desire to remain at Noctis’ side is fueled entirely by genuine affection. Prompto has never been shy about it, he wants to be Noctis’ friend and he doesn’t care about titles or duty or fortune, he doesn’t see his Prince, he just sees Noctis.
He sees this Noctis, the one in this photograph, warm and glowing. He sees Noctis first, he sees-
Noctis is knocked out of his thoughts by a guttural shout and looks up just in time to see Beans the Chocobo plow it’s head directly into Gladio’s chest. The force of it sends the man windmilling backwards into the lake they’re camped beside, his enormous body causing a veritable tidal wave of murkey water to come cascading in Noctis’ direction. Without thinking, Noctis hides the camera behind his back and takes the brunt of the water with a shocked, frozen expression on his face.
He sits there, blinking, wet and unmoving for a solid minute while his mind catches up to what happens. When it does, he merely lets out a prolonged groan. Ignis must have moved while Noctis had been contemplating the camera, because he’s sitting across the camp looking dry and smug and Noctis hates him.
Prompto takes a moment to stop laughing at Gladio, who has now risen from the lake soaked, muddy and laden with plant life like some kind of swamp thing, to drop down in front of Noctis, worry breaking through the amusement on his face. “You okay, dude?” he asks, picking a wet leaf out of Noctis’ dripping bangs.
“I’m fine,” Noctis splutters, bring the camera out from behind his back and turning it over. There are a few droplets on the view screen, but it’s otherwise unharmed.
“Oh, my camera!” Prompto cries, taking it out of Noctis’ loose grip. “You protected it! Thanks, dude!”
Prompto smiles at Noctis and Noctis feels just a little dizzy like he always does. He averts his gaze just slightly and lets himself smile back. “Sure thing, man.”
Prompto’s not looking at Noctis anymore, he’s looking at the camera and the picture that’s still up on the display. “Hey, this one is really good!”
“Yeah,” Noctis says, soft and deep as he moves just slightly forward to look at the picture again. “It’s good, you should definitely keep it.”
"Really?" Prompto asks and when he looks at Noctis, he's smiling again, crinkling his eyes and stretching the freckles across his cheekbones and, oh.
He's very close. Noctis feels warm and too big for his skin and he's not sure what his face is doing or why his eyes can't pick a place to settle, but redness rushes across Prompto's face and he starts to pull back. Noctis doesn't stop him, but he wants to and he steels himself and clears his throat.
"Hey, Prompto, uh, when we get to the next town, do you wanna get something to eat?" he asks, clenching and unclenching one fist as an outlet for the energy that's building under his skin.
"I mean, duh!" Prompto responds, tilting his head. "I mean, we always get food?"
"No, I mean, just. Us," Noctis clarifies, reaching up to rub the back of his head and hoping he's not blushing. "Just you and me."
"Oh," Prompto says, very soft and slightly awed. Noctis can't quite look at him, which is absurd, because it's not even...it's not even a thing. They're best friends, they've shared beds and seen each other naked. Noctis shouldn't be worried about extending an invitation to a meal. "Oh, yeah, yeah, for sure! That'll be...fun. Yeah."
"Great," says Noctis and he stands abruptly, walking towards the lake and grabbing his fishing pole as he goes. "I'm gonna fish."
"It's midnight?" Prompto calls, but Noctis ignores him.
They end up camping the next three nights, which is doing nothing for Noctis' nerves. A friendly roadtrip seemed like a good way to spend the summer on the surface, but they had all severely underestimated the distance between actual cities and have spent more time sleeping in tents or cramped, rented campers than they anticipated.
Still, it's not all bad, since it makes the nights they spend in proper hotels feel that much more exciting. Like tonight, in Lestallum's teal colored rooms where Prompto has thrown himself onto one of the beds while Noctis showers. Noctis half expects to find Prompto asleep when he gets out, toweling off his hair and shirtless, but he isn't. He's still laying flat on the bed, but he's awake and tapping furiously at his phone. His brow is furrowed and his tongue is poking out slightly as he concentrates and he's. Cute.
It's not a new thought, especially not lately, but it comes with a rush of anticipation, thinking about their plans, their. Date, even if they haven't verbalized the intention, that's what it is.
What Noctis hopes it is, anyway.
The truth is, Noctis has probably liked Prompto from the very beginning. Even when he didn't realize why, Noctis always gravitated to Prompto, he sought him out when he needed a break, when he wanted to feel normal. Prompto has always had a way of evening Noctis out, of reminding him he's a person, that he's real, of grounding him.
Noctis pulls a shirt over his head, a slightly different black t shirt with a slightly different pattern, and turns to prompto, still enraptured by the phone. “Do you, uh, need to shower before...dinner?”
Prompto starts and drops his phone on his face with a yelp. “What? Oh, right. Dinner, uhh, no, I think I’m good! Are you...ready?”
“Yeah,” Noctis says, adjusting his clothes and making sure all of his necessaries are in his pockets. “Did you see anywhere on the way in you thought looked good?”
Prompto hops up and slides his overshirt back on, grinning from ear to ear. “Yeah! There was this little outdoor seating place, it wasn’t fancy, but it looked really good!”
“Alright,” Noctis says and the soft smile on his face brings a flush to Prompto’s.
Dinner is an interesting affair. They are both jumpy at first, an electric energy making their hairs stand on edge and their hearts beat too fast at the slightest thing. Any time Prompto waves a hand, Noctis wants to grab it and hold it his. He wants to press his lips to the crinkles around Prompto’s eyes. He wants to know how it could have escaped his notice for so long, how could he not have known that he was in love with his best friend?
As the dinner wears on, the settle down, they fall back into the easy, comfortable embrace of their friendship. They know each other, too well to be awkward for long. Prompto is comfortable, warm and inviting at the same time he makes Noctis want to crawl out of his own skin from nerves.
After dinner, they walk, down to the edge of town that overlooks the world below. It’s dark, but the lights from the city dance like fairies around them, illuminating their faces in swirling colors. Prompto leans against a low wall and sighs, wistful and fond. “It really is beautiful here.”
Noctis comes up beside him, looking at Prompto staring out over the horizon. “Yeah.”
Prompto fishes out his camera and aims it out at the view, shutter clicking softly as he finds the best angle. As Noctis watches fondly, he swings the camera around suddenly, taking a too close picture of Noctis’ face. Noctis has no time to react and, when Prompto is staring down at the preview on the screen, Noctis is sure the expression he sees there gives him away.
“You really love that camera,” Noctis says, and immediately pinches his thigh for the absurdity of it.
“Of course I do! You gave it to me,” Prompto says, pouting when he finally looks up.
Their eyes catch and the mood feels almost suffocating. The setting is perfect, romantic lighting, beautiful backdrop, relative isolation. Noctis can feel the words building in his throat, his fingers tightening into a ball as he steels himself, mouth opening-
“Prompto-”
“Noctis-”
They both freeze and laugh, Noctis rubbing the back of his head as he looks away. “Go ahead, man,” he says.
Prompto’s laughter quiets and he takes a deep breath. “I just wanted to thank you, for bringing me along.”
“Of course,” Noctis murmurs. “You’re my best friend, it’d be weird without you.”
“I know, but,” Prompto waves a hand and looks away. “It’s stupid, but sometimes I feel really out of place. Ignis and Gladio, they have such much history, with each other and with you, you’re their friend but they also have a duty. They have a place. I’m nobody, I’m just. A guy with no place.”
“You always have a place with me,” Noctis says, voice full of more force and emotion than he intended. Prompto’s eyes widen and Noctis averts his gaze, hand coming back up to rub nervously at his neck. “Part of why I wanted to do this was so I could...tell you that. You really...I really….” Noctis trails off and groans, scrubbing his hands through his hair. Just say it, asshole, he thinks, giving himself a mental slap.
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot, lately. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to make sure you know that you’re…you really mean a lot to me, Prompto,” Noctis says, making himself look Prompto in the eye. “I know we, I, give you a hard time sometimes, but without you, I’d be...lost. Miserable. Something. You’re really. I hate it when you say things like that, I feel like I’m not doing enough to let you know that you’re really. Important. I really....need you.”
He notices now that, as he’s been talking, they’ve been drifting closer together, that Prompto’s faces is oh so very close to his own, so close Noctis could count the freckles if he had the time. He clears his throat and makes himself continue. “Prompto, I really...want…” he can barely find his voice under the way his heart is pounding, the way his eyes can’t focus on anything except Prompto’s lips.
“Noct,” Prompto murmurs. “I...I also…”
Noctis can’t find any more words to say, doesn’t know how to put his thoughts together any better. He’s always been better at doing, he thinks, and leans just slightly forward until his lips can slot softly against Prompto’s, warm and chapped, but softer than they seem. Prompto’s eyes close and he puts one hand gently on Noctis’ hip, pulling him just slightly closer. Noctis lets his own eyes close, leans into the kiss, into Prompto, a hand curling around Prompto’s upper arm as the kiss continues. Noctis has only ever kissed one person before, Lunafreya when they were very young. It was a long time again, but he can’t remember it feeling anything like this, can’t remember feeling anything close to the wild, ecstatic warmth that flashes through Noctis like lightning.
He doesn’t want to pull away, but he feels like he has to, he needs to see Prompto’s face and it doesn’t disappoint. He looks dazed, face flushed, eyes glazed and the grin that spreads across it is crooked and soft. “Wow,” Prompto murmurs, fingers tightening ever so slightly against Noctis’ hip. “Does that mean you like me back?”
Noctis surprises both of them with a loud laugh and bumps their foreheads together. “What gave it away?”
“Really, really? Like me?” Prompto presses, voice full of laughter.
“Really, really,” Noctis adds with a faked sigh. His voice turns more serious as he says, “You have a place with me as long as you want it, Prompto.”
Prompto’s grin could, probably, power this whole city and then some. “Thank you,” he says and lets himself be pulled into another kiss. Noctis hears the click-flash of Prompto’s camera and doesn’t even care, too caught up in pulling Prompto closer.
He never wants to let this go.
pairing: prompto/noctis
rating: teen
words: 2564
note: happy christmas zoe i love u enjoy ur dumb teens in an au where the war never happened and noctis isnt engaged bc im lazy
For someone who’s lived his whole life being photographed by the press and a best friend who’s love of photography is nearly unparalleled, Noctis is alarmingly bad at being photographed. He’s never really known why; sure, part if it is just his natural inclination to not be noticed, probably, but the extent to which Noctis is unphotogenic is truly astounding. Lunafreya is not so shy as Noctis, but no one has ever accused her of being attention seeking, and yet there’s not a bad picture of her that exists. Even Luna’s noxious brother can pose with the best of them, affecting a casual, yet imperious air that seems almost effortless.
And yet, whenever he notices a camera aimed at him, Noctis somehow forgets every natural facial expression and his face twists into an uncomfortable mask. It’s not intentional, it happens regardless of circumstance and he hates looking at pictures of himself.
Well, not all pictures of himself, he thinks, as he thumbs through the pictures on Prompto’s camera. The camera itself was a gift from Noctis, several years ago now, and it’s age shows in the way the sides are shiny smooth and the leather of the strap is striped with tiny cracks. Still, the camera may be well loved, but in Prompto’s hands it still seems new, taking beautiful pictures and capturing moments with his own unique perspective.
Noctis pauses as he flips through, landing on a picture of himself, bathed in the the orange glow from the fire that night. He’s laughing at something, probably some terrible joke told by Gladio, and for once, he looks perfectly at ease in a photograph. Noctis isn’t sure what to do with it, or the warm, tingling sensation that spreads through his fingers while he looks at it.
“My, my,” comes Ignis’ voice over Noctis’ shoulder, jolting him out of his reverie. “I dare say that’s the nicest picture of you I’ve ever seen.”
Noctis swallows. “It’s really good. I didn’t even know my face could do that.”
“They say that a good photographer’s pictures capture not only the subject itself, but how the photographer sees them, their feelings and view of the subject,” Ignis says, his voice quiet and warm. “Prompto has always been able to take the best pictures of you, I think.”
Noctis stares down at the camera, warmth rising across his cheekbones. “Oh,” he says, sweeping one finger across the screen. Is this how Prompto sees him? All warm and golden? This picture makes him feel like he’s the center of the world, the way his face is sharp while the rest of the scene fades into blurry, golden shapes. Noctis knows that he’s important, he knows he’s important to a lot of people and that there a lot of people who would lay down their lives for him. Those people, though, they’ve all been trained to care for him, to die for him. He knows that Ignis and Gladio care about Noctis, their friend, as much as they care about Noctis, the prince, but they wouldn’t even know him if it weren’t for their duty.
But Prompto, he chose Noctis. Noctis still has not managed to learn the exact motivation behind Prompto’s quest to befriend him, but it doesn’t really matter. What matters, to Noctis, at least, is that Prompto’s desire to remain at Noctis’ side is fueled entirely by genuine affection. Prompto has never been shy about it, he wants to be Noctis’ friend and he doesn’t care about titles or duty or fortune, he doesn’t see his Prince, he just sees Noctis.
He sees this Noctis, the one in this photograph, warm and glowing. He sees Noctis first, he sees-
Noctis is knocked out of his thoughts by a guttural shout and looks up just in time to see Beans the Chocobo plow it’s head directly into Gladio’s chest. The force of it sends the man windmilling backwards into the lake they’re camped beside, his enormous body causing a veritable tidal wave of murkey water to come cascading in Noctis’ direction. Without thinking, Noctis hides the camera behind his back and takes the brunt of the water with a shocked, frozen expression on his face.
He sits there, blinking, wet and unmoving for a solid minute while his mind catches up to what happens. When it does, he merely lets out a prolonged groan. Ignis must have moved while Noctis had been contemplating the camera, because he’s sitting across the camp looking dry and smug and Noctis hates him.
Prompto takes a moment to stop laughing at Gladio, who has now risen from the lake soaked, muddy and laden with plant life like some kind of swamp thing, to drop down in front of Noctis, worry breaking through the amusement on his face. “You okay, dude?” he asks, picking a wet leaf out of Noctis’ dripping bangs.
“I’m fine,” Noctis splutters, bring the camera out from behind his back and turning it over. There are a few droplets on the view screen, but it’s otherwise unharmed.
“Oh, my camera!” Prompto cries, taking it out of Noctis’ loose grip. “You protected it! Thanks, dude!”
Prompto smiles at Noctis and Noctis feels just a little dizzy like he always does. He averts his gaze just slightly and lets himself smile back. “Sure thing, man.”
Prompto’s not looking at Noctis anymore, he’s looking at the camera and the picture that’s still up on the display. “Hey, this one is really good!”
“Yeah,” Noctis says, soft and deep as he moves just slightly forward to look at the picture again. “It’s good, you should definitely keep it.”
"Really?" Prompto asks and when he looks at Noctis, he's smiling again, crinkling his eyes and stretching the freckles across his cheekbones and, oh.
He's very close. Noctis feels warm and too big for his skin and he's not sure what his face is doing or why his eyes can't pick a place to settle, but redness rushes across Prompto's face and he starts to pull back. Noctis doesn't stop him, but he wants to and he steels himself and clears his throat.
"Hey, Prompto, uh, when we get to the next town, do you wanna get something to eat?" he asks, clenching and unclenching one fist as an outlet for the energy that's building under his skin.
"I mean, duh!" Prompto responds, tilting his head. "I mean, we always get food?"
"No, I mean, just. Us," Noctis clarifies, reaching up to rub the back of his head and hoping he's not blushing. "Just you and me."
"Oh," Prompto says, very soft and slightly awed. Noctis can't quite look at him, which is absurd, because it's not even...it's not even a thing. They're best friends, they've shared beds and seen each other naked. Noctis shouldn't be worried about extending an invitation to a meal. "Oh, yeah, yeah, for sure! That'll be...fun. Yeah."
"Great," says Noctis and he stands abruptly, walking towards the lake and grabbing his fishing pole as he goes. "I'm gonna fish."
"It's midnight?" Prompto calls, but Noctis ignores him.
They end up camping the next three nights, which is doing nothing for Noctis' nerves. A friendly roadtrip seemed like a good way to spend the summer on the surface, but they had all severely underestimated the distance between actual cities and have spent more time sleeping in tents or cramped, rented campers than they anticipated.
Still, it's not all bad, since it makes the nights they spend in proper hotels feel that much more exciting. Like tonight, in Lestallum's teal colored rooms where Prompto has thrown himself onto one of the beds while Noctis showers. Noctis half expects to find Prompto asleep when he gets out, toweling off his hair and shirtless, but he isn't. He's still laying flat on the bed, but he's awake and tapping furiously at his phone. His brow is furrowed and his tongue is poking out slightly as he concentrates and he's. Cute.
It's not a new thought, especially not lately, but it comes with a rush of anticipation, thinking about their plans, their. Date, even if they haven't verbalized the intention, that's what it is.
What Noctis hopes it is, anyway.
The truth is, Noctis has probably liked Prompto from the very beginning. Even when he didn't realize why, Noctis always gravitated to Prompto, he sought him out when he needed a break, when he wanted to feel normal. Prompto has always had a way of evening Noctis out, of reminding him he's a person, that he's real, of grounding him.
Noctis pulls a shirt over his head, a slightly different black t shirt with a slightly different pattern, and turns to prompto, still enraptured by the phone. “Do you, uh, need to shower before...dinner?”
Prompto starts and drops his phone on his face with a yelp. “What? Oh, right. Dinner, uhh, no, I think I’m good! Are you...ready?”
“Yeah,” Noctis says, adjusting his clothes and making sure all of his necessaries are in his pockets. “Did you see anywhere on the way in you thought looked good?”
Prompto hops up and slides his overshirt back on, grinning from ear to ear. “Yeah! There was this little outdoor seating place, it wasn’t fancy, but it looked really good!”
“Alright,” Noctis says and the soft smile on his face brings a flush to Prompto’s.
Dinner is an interesting affair. They are both jumpy at first, an electric energy making their hairs stand on edge and their hearts beat too fast at the slightest thing. Any time Prompto waves a hand, Noctis wants to grab it and hold it his. He wants to press his lips to the crinkles around Prompto’s eyes. He wants to know how it could have escaped his notice for so long, how could he not have known that he was in love with his best friend?
As the dinner wears on, the settle down, they fall back into the easy, comfortable embrace of their friendship. They know each other, too well to be awkward for long. Prompto is comfortable, warm and inviting at the same time he makes Noctis want to crawl out of his own skin from nerves.
After dinner, they walk, down to the edge of town that overlooks the world below. It’s dark, but the lights from the city dance like fairies around them, illuminating their faces in swirling colors. Prompto leans against a low wall and sighs, wistful and fond. “It really is beautiful here.”
Noctis comes up beside him, looking at Prompto staring out over the horizon. “Yeah.”
Prompto fishes out his camera and aims it out at the view, shutter clicking softly as he finds the best angle. As Noctis watches fondly, he swings the camera around suddenly, taking a too close picture of Noctis’ face. Noctis has no time to react and, when Prompto is staring down at the preview on the screen, Noctis is sure the expression he sees there gives him away.
“You really love that camera,” Noctis says, and immediately pinches his thigh for the absurdity of it.
“Of course I do! You gave it to me,” Prompto says, pouting when he finally looks up.
Their eyes catch and the mood feels almost suffocating. The setting is perfect, romantic lighting, beautiful backdrop, relative isolation. Noctis can feel the words building in his throat, his fingers tightening into a ball as he steels himself, mouth opening-
“Prompto-”
“Noctis-”
They both freeze and laugh, Noctis rubbing the back of his head as he looks away. “Go ahead, man,” he says.
Prompto’s laughter quiets and he takes a deep breath. “I just wanted to thank you, for bringing me along.”
“Of course,” Noctis murmurs. “You’re my best friend, it’d be weird without you.”
“I know, but,” Prompto waves a hand and looks away. “It’s stupid, but sometimes I feel really out of place. Ignis and Gladio, they have such much history, with each other and with you, you’re their friend but they also have a duty. They have a place. I’m nobody, I’m just. A guy with no place.”
“You always have a place with me,” Noctis says, voice full of more force and emotion than he intended. Prompto’s eyes widen and Noctis averts his gaze, hand coming back up to rub nervously at his neck. “Part of why I wanted to do this was so I could...tell you that. You really...I really….” Noctis trails off and groans, scrubbing his hands through his hair. Just say it, asshole, he thinks, giving himself a mental slap.
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot, lately. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to make sure you know that you’re…you really mean a lot to me, Prompto,” Noctis says, making himself look Prompto in the eye. “I know we, I, give you a hard time sometimes, but without you, I’d be...lost. Miserable. Something. You’re really. I hate it when you say things like that, I feel like I’m not doing enough to let you know that you’re really. Important. I really....need you.”
He notices now that, as he’s been talking, they’ve been drifting closer together, that Prompto’s faces is oh so very close to his own, so close Noctis could count the freckles if he had the time. He clears his throat and makes himself continue. “Prompto, I really...want…” he can barely find his voice under the way his heart is pounding, the way his eyes can’t focus on anything except Prompto’s lips.
“Noct,” Prompto murmurs. “I...I also…”
Noctis can’t find any more words to say, doesn’t know how to put his thoughts together any better. He’s always been better at doing, he thinks, and leans just slightly forward until his lips can slot softly against Prompto’s, warm and chapped, but softer than they seem. Prompto’s eyes close and he puts one hand gently on Noctis’ hip, pulling him just slightly closer. Noctis lets his own eyes close, leans into the kiss, into Prompto, a hand curling around Prompto’s upper arm as the kiss continues. Noctis has only ever kissed one person before, Lunafreya when they were very young. It was a long time again, but he can’t remember it feeling anything like this, can’t remember feeling anything close to the wild, ecstatic warmth that flashes through Noctis like lightning.
He doesn’t want to pull away, but he feels like he has to, he needs to see Prompto’s face and it doesn’t disappoint. He looks dazed, face flushed, eyes glazed and the grin that spreads across it is crooked and soft. “Wow,” Prompto murmurs, fingers tightening ever so slightly against Noctis’ hip. “Does that mean you like me back?”
Noctis surprises both of them with a loud laugh and bumps their foreheads together. “What gave it away?”
“Really, really? Like me?” Prompto presses, voice full of laughter.
“Really, really,” Noctis adds with a faked sigh. His voice turns more serious as he says, “You have a place with me as long as you want it, Prompto.”
Prompto’s grin could, probably, power this whole city and then some. “Thank you,” he says and lets himself be pulled into another kiss. Noctis hears the click-flash of Prompto’s camera and doesn’t even care, too caught up in pulling Prompto closer.
He never wants to let this go.