Summary: Noctis loves naps, but he also loves to snuggle.
(Cute, bittersweet, kissing, cuddling)

Beautiful is an understatement, Prompto thought, tilting his head up for what was probably the sixth or seventh time, just to capture another glance at the sleeping prince. Even in his dishevelled state—with his hair matted from sleep and his jaw hanging open to make way for soft snores—he was stunning, and Prompto still had a hard time believing that of all the people in the world, Noctis had chosen to be his. Growing up, the young prince could have had any nobleman or woman he wanted, but for some reason he'd fallen for some nerdy high school kid who couldn't address him as royalty even if he tried. Now, he had a bride waiting for him across the sea, and even that didn't stop him from being with Prompto until he and his betrothed were to be married.

Prompto was so honored, he couldn't help but smile at the thought, and after one last look at closed eyes and long dark lashes, he lowered his head back down to Noctis' chest and breathed him in. His hand rubbed over Noct's shirt for a moment before curling to clutch the fabric, and he sighed contentedly as the sun warmed them through the window. The peaceful moment was interrupted when his phone vibrated and beeped on the nightstand—his alarm. He groaned and reached a hand over to turn it off before allowing himself a couple more seconds to lie there with Noctis.

He knew they couldn't stay like this for long. They needed to be up, showered, and dressed before Ignis and Gladio were knocking on their door. A late start to the day usually meant a car full of cranky men, and driving usually seemed to take forever without adding bad moods to the mix.

Reluctantly, he rolled away and reached for his glasses on the nightstand; he usually didn't put his contacts in until after his shower, and he sort of loved the way Noct teased him about the big, dark frames. Before he could get them to his face, he felt an arm on his own.

"Where do you think you're going?" Noctis croaked, voice groggy. Prompto smirked, turning back to the tired prince, who was gazing at him through half-open lids.

"Well, I thought I was going to get up," Prompto shrugged.

"Not yet, you're not. You'll make the bed cold." The corner of Noctis' mouth quirked upward as he tugged Prompto back towards him. Prompto left his glasses abandoned on the nightstand as he willingly rolled back in against Noctis' warm body.

"So, it's not just the sleeping part of naps that you like, is it? It's the cozy warmth of them," Prompto observed.

"Yep. Can't sleep if I'm cold," Noct agreed, hand coaxing Prompto to lie back down, and so he did. His head fell back into place on top of Noct's chest, his arm draped across his torso and a hand over his heart. Noctis' arms coiled their way around Prompto's waist, holding him securely in place.

"You know we're going to get in trouble if we're late," Prompto reminded his companion. Noctis rolled his eyes before letting them fall sleepily closed again.

"Don't care. We don't get enough mornings like this."

Noct had a point on that one. It wasn't often that they got to stay in a nice hotel like this, and it was even less frequent that they got a room to themselves. Sometimes, a lack of vacant suites worked to their advantage. As much as they liked travelling with Ignis and Gladio, it was always nice to have some alone time.

"True enough," Prompto chuckled softly, letting his own eyes drift closed.

He breathed in slowly, memorizing everything about this moment—about the sun on his skin and the warmth of Noctis' arms as he held him; about the way their bodies curved to each other's shape as they lay there, and the way Noctis' breath ruffled his hair every time he exhaled. He hated to think that in a few short weeks, the stunning Lady Lunafreya would be taking his place in all this; she would be the one curling up at Noctis' side, being enveloped by his embrace. The end was coming, whether the boys wanted it to or not.

"Noct?"

"Don't," Noct interjected. "I know what you're thinking. Just... don't remind me."

"'Kay."

"I wanna enjoy this."

"'Kay."

Noctis lifted his head to press kisses to Prompto's fluffed up hair, quickly making Prompto forget that he wouldn't always be his to love and cherish. Prompto chuckled as Noct's hair tickled his neck, which only made Noct continue his motions. His lips travelled down the side of a freckled face, and strands of ebony hair continued to induce laughter as they grazed pale skin.

"Quit it, Noct!" There was more amusement in his voice than frustration, so Noctis hardly felt inclined to oblige.

"Hmm, don't feel like it," the prince smirked, continuing his assault.

Prompto choked back his laughter and turned his head to catch Noctis' startled lips. A hand on the back of his neck stopped Noctis from escaping. Well played, Noct thought to himself as he allowed himself to sink into the kiss. Prompto adjusted himself so he could hover slightly above Noct, making the contact easier and more comfortable as he lowered Noct's head back down to the pillow. Noctis' hand circled his companion's back tenderly, and Prompto grinned against his lips before pulling away. They exhaled softly, and eyes met.

"We should get up," Prompto said, a bittersweet expression on his face.

"Not yet," Noct shook his head. His hand travelled through the front of Prompto's hair, brushing his bangs away from his face before moving to the back of his neck. Gently, he coaxed him back onto his chest again.

"You know, I can toss another blanket on the bed so you won't be cold," Prompto suggested, sounding amused.

"It's not just the warmth I would miss," came Noct's honest reply. Knowing that was about as sentimental as Noct got, Prompto felt a smile warm his lips as he pictured the words Noct meant but hadn't said, and nestled in even closer to his prince. Fingers lightly knotted themselves in Noctis' shirt, and eyes drifted shut.

"I know what you mean," Prompto whispered.