Maybe I want them to see what you do to me.

[And to see the looks on their faces. Gladio's would probably send him into hysterics though and he'd never get Prompto into bed again.

Those hands slip beneath the thick fabric he wears, traces along the flat plane of his stomach and had the breath catching in his throat.]

Mm, someone's eager. I could get on my knees for you. I'll even keep the hoodie on.