Summary: Prompto awakens to morning kisses.
(Fluff, Sappiness, Established Relationship)
Prompto blinked heavily, trying his hardest to pull himself free of sleep's tight grasp, but the cozy warmth of the tent made it hard to wake up, even though he could feel Noctis' thumb on his shoulder, caressing gently.
"Morning," came a voice that sounded far too alert for this hour. Prompto forced an eye open, trying to focus on the man before him, but between the haze of sleepiness and the fact that he hadn't yet put his contacts in, Noctis just appeared a blur. An attractive blur, however; Prompto would give him that.
"And just whaddaya think you're doing?" Prompto slurred, giving Noctis a tired smirk that made the prince's heart skip. The sleepy blond nodded toward the hand on his shoulder.
"The others aren't here. You can relax."
"Oh, good," Prompto yawned, continuing to enjoy the soft touch.
His eyes fell closed again, though he was awake enough now to reach for Noctis' other hand, and they found each other like magnets, lacing together effortlessly, fingers between fingers. Noctis scooted in a little closer, still lying on his side and taking in the sight of his dozy companion.
"You know? I dreamt about you last night," Noctis murmured, and this time, both of Prompto's eyes drifted open, looking devilish.
"Oh," he crooned. "Something good, I hope." Prompto raised his eyebrows seductively. Noctis chuckled, and shook his head.
"You wish. No, actually, it was..." He trailed off, and Prompto frowned, continuing to stare at him expectantly, but the prince seemed to have lost his will to speak. He was staring at the fabric of the sleeping bag below them as if hoping it would say the words for him.
"Aw, come on, spill!" Prompto coaxed, grinning now and looking much more awake. Noctis sighed, feeling obligated to finish the story since he had been the one to start it.
"It's stupid, really. I dreamt I was on my way to Altissia to marry you, and it was amazing," he divulged. Prompto's smile increased slightly, though he fought to keep it from doing so.
"What?" Noctis asked, easily spotting the way Prompto was staring at him.
"You're blushing, dude," Prompto said, then bit his lip to stop the smile from growing wider. Noctis scowled, but only became redder.
"Am not," he muttered. He lowered his gaze again, mouth downward-turned until it was captured by surprise. Noctis blinked as Prompto's lips moved gently against his own, and he let himself sink into the kiss, eyes closing softly. After a few short pecks, they pulled away so blue eyes could meet.
"Trust me, I wish I could marry you, too," Prompto said, in that light and airy tone that he used when he talked about girls—which he'd assured Noctis on numerous occasions was just his way of lessening Ignis and Gladio's frustration with him, since they did not approve of the boys' relationship.
"Buuuut, you know the rules," he sang, trying to hold back a sigh for Noctis' sake. "I'm not exactly a princess."
"I know. That's why, for now, we just have to make the most of the time we've got," Noctis said, letting out the sigh for him.
"And travel to Altissia very, very slowly," Prompto added, voice low and sneaky. "I'm talkin' turtle speed." He gave Noctis a wily grin. The prince smiled lazily back and leaned in, eyes half-lidded as his lips parted.
"I'm okay with turtle speed," he said softly, and Prompto met him half-way as he moved forward for the next kiss, lips caressing as slowly as they hoped the upcoming journey would be.
The moment was so serene, perfect even. Early morning birds chirped in the distance as sunlight filtered into the tent, illuminating the boys' faces with beautiful yellow sunspots. Prompto's hand was poised at Noctis' jaw, while Noctis' fingers wandered through strands of blond hair that fell into Prompto's eyes. The kisses the young men shared continued to be unhurried, leisurely and patient, with the occasional soft brushing of noses. They grunted noises of disapproval when the tent door was yanked open. The light nearly blinded them until Gladio's giant shadow came in to block it. A giant, irritated sigh bubbled from Gladio's throat.
"Up and at 'em, you two," he said, and the embarrassed boys parted quickly, untangling lip and limb and clambering out of their bedrolls. They exchanged a small glance and a shrug, silently agreeing that Gladio had gone easy on them today. Maybe he and Ignis were beginning to understand just how hard this journey was for them. And they weren't even at the worst of it yet. Maybe, if the boys asked nicely, Gladio and Ignis might agree to travel at turtle speed, too.