A few hours later, the two men had eaten their oatmeal, and were cleaning the bowls and cooking implements in a nearby stream. They propped them up against the log so they could dry, before heading inside the tent for warmth. They left the fire burning, as it was still cold outside, but the wind was picking up, so the fire would go out of it's own accord soon enough.
Inside the tent it was a little warmer, with the nylon material creating a basic wind barrier. Gladiolus lay down on one side, and Prompto followed suit, lying as close to the other man as he dared. He already missed the feeling of being held by him, but he could also use the body heat,
'You win.' Gladio spoke low and quiet beside him, 'I'll stay.' Prompto felt his breath leave him. Had he heard correctly? He felt dizzy all of a sudden, and was glad he was already lying down. As the world span around him, the other man's words made him reach out. This was the most contact he had had in so long, but he could not get enough of it. He just knew that he needed touch.
Slowly, Prompto removed a single glove from his hand. He had never removed them in front others before now, but he was finally going to do it. When his hand was free, he placed it gingerly over Gladio's, hoping he would not think much of it. The bodyguard stilled, but then flipped his hand over, so that their palms were touching. The new sensation left his hand tingling, but he kept it right there, determined to make the most of his newfound courage. 'To be honest Prompto, I'm still not close enough.'
Immediately, Prompto's whole body responded. His brain shut down, like a switch had been flipped. An ache began deep within his muscles, spreading through his body, as a tremendous hunger consumed him. He was burning, and in the overwhelming heat of the flames, he became aware of Gladiolus' every detail: He wanted to ease every scar in his body, every hurt in his heart, to kiss those tired lines under his eyes until he smiled. At once, every part of him came alive, and hyper-focused on the man beside him. His reaction came as a shock, but he knew deep in his gut that what he was feeling right now was the most real thing he had experienced in years. Gladio must have noticed the change in him, because his eyes became molten lava. That look made Prompto's whole body respond, moving closer to him, all conscious thought of insecurity lost in this new connection between them. Hungry. He was ravenous for this thing between them, whatever it was, needed it like air to breathe.
Gladio moved closer too, until they were touching, pressing his mouth over each and every freckle on Prompto's face, until he reached the ones around his mouth. Slowly, ever so slowly, he took his time, lingering over each one. It was bliss and it was torture. Never in his life had Prompto received so much affection, and these new feelings were overwhelming him, but on he went, wrapping his arms behind the bodyguard's neck, making sure Gladio could reach wherever he felt like kissing next.
Prompto was breathing hard, and gasped, when Gladio moved from his face to his neck, searing the place where his mouth pressed to his skin. He was far more sensitive here, and then he felt a brush of canines. Gladio slowly dragged his sharper teeth along the most vulnerable part of his neck, and though it probably ought to have frightened him, he felt perfectly safe. In fact he found himself pulling Gladio closer still, urging him on.
Something about what they were doing felt wild, instinctive and natural. It was Prompto's first taste of true freedom, the gateway to something real and right and good. His whole body was into this, his muscles now aching with a need so strong that he couldn't take much more of Gladio's slow, deliberate approach. Grabbing either side of the bodyguard's jacket, he slid it back down his shoulders, revealing his strong, male arms. Prompto leaned into him, brushing his fingertips over the beautiful tattoos that adorned his body, wanting to know how it would feel to touch them. Gladio growled when his fingers danced over those hard pectorals. Keeping his eyes level, he tugged Prompto's jacket off, then his shirt, tossing them to the corner of the tent. Another growl, lower this time,
'You're a beautiful man… you know that?' the bodyguard remarked, openly staring at him, 'I guess not.' The next moment, Prompto was on his back, pinned to the floor of the tent by Gladio's body. With their faces inches apart, Prompto felt his body arch up to meet the other man, needing to close that space between them. He saw Gladio shudder, his features forming a slow smile, before he finally leaned in, locking their mouths together.
The intense heat started in their mouths, but then travelled down their bodies, engulfing them both in that moment. Prompto melted into the kiss, as Gladio took him hungrily, firmly between his lips, his teeth. Soon their tongues were locked together, in a slow yet desperate battle. They had to break away for a moment just to breathe,
'I need more of you.' Prompto confessed. He was beyond embarrassment now, and could see only one path ahead of them. Gladio groaned against his mouth, and there was so many things in that groan. It wasn't just about anticipated pleasure, it was that they needed each other now on so many levels.
