"Come on, you. You owe me some quality time," Noctis instructed the photographer, as they vacated the dining booth. They left Gladio and Ignis in intense discussion over a messy map of the local area that had been scribbled on, for better or worse, by the staff at the seaside hotel.
"Me?! You're the one sleeping away the day. Come to think of it, you didn't really sleep that long…. Why? Didn't you need a nap after getting up at ass o'clock in the morning?"
"Is that what six AM is?" Noctis chuckled.
"Definitely. And don't think you have the monopoly on sleep around here, man. I'm due a nap after all this stress," Prompto complained.
"Well, you let me know when and I'll come and keep you warm," the Prince drawled in what he hoped was a flirtatious tone.
"…You need to work on your pick-up lines, Noct," Prom chuckled fondly, after a beat of silence.
They walked leisurely across the beach, scuffing through fine, sun-warmed sand in a slow meander towards the haven on the other side of the area, sheltered by cool, windy cliffs and bordered by tunnel-deep caves.
"Oh, hey," Noctis suddenly said, bending down and picking something small from its half-buried position in the shingle. Dusting it free of soft sand, he handed in to Prompto. "A present for you."
The blond took the star-shaped seashell and cooed at its iridescent, blue-purple sheen. "Awesome! Thanks, dude," he told him honestly.
Noctis laughed gently. "Really? I just picked it off the floor."
"Sure! It's really pretty!" Prompto nodded, grinning openly.
"I could kiss you," the Prince told him out of the blue, shifting his cool indigo gaze to his best friend's mouth.
"Uh…maybe not here," the blond replied cautiously, with a nervous laugh, glancing back at the long beach behind them, scanning for witnesses.
"I don't think anybody cares," Noctis shrugged, looking back and eyeing the small groups of tourists coolly.
"Still, better to be safe than sorry, dude. How about over there?" he asked, pointing to where a low cave in the living rock curved inward.
"For what?"
"Kissing, idiot! And you, know…whatever," Prompto blushed, scratching at his head self-consciously.
"…'Whatever.' Might be fun," Noctis acknowledged, smirking. He hooked his fingers very briefly into the curl of Prompto's palm in a tiny hand-hold, and then stalked off towards the low cavern.
Prompto took a deep breath, feeling quite hopelessly enamoured, and followed swiftly.
It occurred to Prompto that at least there were worse places to be, when the urge to stare at Noctis' mouth struck, than a breezy, secluded cave. It was a lot harder to do surreptitiously when in company, when the soft dark spikes of the Prince's hair seemed to be directing his attention straight to those pale, pretty lips, mapping out various tasty-looking trails down clear skin towards the prize of his mouth, soft lips set in a firm expression.
"You know, there's one big downside to sleeping," Noctis was saying. "Prom…you listening? You're spacing out on me."
The photographer snapped out of his reverie with a few blinks, clearing his throat. "Sorry, dude. What was that?"
"…I was gonna say that the only bad thing about sleeping is having less time to spend with my favourite bimbo," Noct teased.
"Bimbo?! I always did better in school than you, man," Prompto laughed.
"On the track, maybe."
"On the track, in the classroom, you name it," Prom replied with a raised eyebrow.
"I had other things to think about. Princely stuff."
"Yeah right. You were just daydreaming about me," Prompto chuckled. Noctis snorted, but didn't disagree.
They were wandering through the shallow cave system, the cool rock above their heads faintly damp and glistening. The air smelled sweetly salty and stagnant, almost tasting of the algae and marine slime that festooned the slick cave walls.
"You never did explain about why you didn't want to…you know, touch me in bed," Noctis said very quietly, trying hard not to sound as if that particular subject had been troubling him non-stop.
"I did want to," Prompto assured him quickly. "But I thought…you were just horny, you know. Just needed a hand."
"…So what's the problem?"
"The problem, dummy, is that I'm crazy about you. And if you gave me that part of you without it meaning anything, I think I'd die a little inside."
Noct slowly stopped walking, crossing his arms and swallowing as he frowned and pondered this statement. Prompto paused too, looking uncertainly at him.
"What is it? Oh," Prompto managed to moan, before Noctis seized him in a fierce kiss, almost knocking him over. Staggering to keep them both upright, Prompto dug his boots into the damp sand and pushed back eagerly, sinking into the kiss with a fervour that matched the fiery attentions of the Prince.
"You can have it if you still want it," Noctis growled, nipping and sucking at Prompto's gasping mouth repeatedly, revelling in the tight little groans that the blond was making against his lips.
"Mm…def…definitely," Prompto acceded, retaliating to every biting kiss with a sharp squeeze of Noct's backside, which he pulled forward in tandem so the other man's excited hips bumped eagerly against his own.
"Prom," Noct hissed, trying to back the other man up against the damp cave wall, but the blond resisting his force with playful giggles.
"Keep saying my name," Prom muttered, rocking his hips against Noctis, sighing helplessly at the feel of the Prince's stiff arousal against his own.
"…Earn it," Noctis growled back, finally managing to overbalance the blond and bundle him down onto the sand with a dual gasp of flattened lungs.
"With pleasure," Prompto smirked, adeptly rolling them, pinning Noctis on his back in the cool sand, watching him squirm and scowl at his newfound vulnerability.
"Prom!"
"That's better, your Highness," the photographer chuckled, his elfin features appearing fiendish in his glee, before he leaned down and captured Noct's complaining mouth once more.