[Prompto once again ignored his phone. It was a little more annoying so soon after that knocking on his door. He had thought whoever it was had left, but then he heard another knock, this one louder.
It didn't seem like whoever was at his door would leave any time soon. He groaned in frustration because the noise kept bringing him back to reality. It kept reminding him that it was only his hands and fingers touching him, and he was alone and probably always will be.
His motions slowed as he wondered if he should just stop and tell whoever it was to go away. He just wanted to stay lost in the fantasy. It was the most he would ever be able to get, and his body was just so desperate and he really wanted to...
But before he could finish that thought and decide what he wanted to do, he heard a loud bang. He gasped and nearly jumped from the bed. His hands flew away from him and clenched at the bed sheets as startled fear broke through the desires of his heat. The adrenaline and pounding heartbeat moved to a different source.
A second later he realized what that noise could have meant. He moved off the bed to tell whoever it was off. Yeah, just... tell them off. Not beg them to... It was dangerous to be around others when he was like this. It was why he locked himself in his house. But he was also positive he could control himself.
As soon as he stood, though, his legs gave out on him, weak as they felt from the desire still coursing through him despite being pushed aside for the moment. He only realized he fell when he stared at the floor, hands bracing him from a complete fall. He cursed quietly to himself and slowly moved to stand back up. He spotted a pair of his boxers on the floor, thrown off of him when he woke up that morning. Almost as an afterthought, he pulled them on then slowly moved out of his room.
When he reached the end of the hallway, he froze. He stared in shock at who he saw. He was dreaming, right? There was no way they were standing there, in his house, right now. The door was forgotten as the glint of desire in his eyes from his heat became more noticeable when he looked at the two he had just been fantasizing about.
Then, embarrassment rose to the surface of his feelings. He'd tried so hard to stop them from finding out what he was, and now there was no way they didn't know. And still all he wanted to do was go to them and kiss them and act out every fantasy he'd ever had of them.
A whine he couldn't hold back escaped his lips and he blushed. Another strong sense of desire shot through him again and once again, his legs gave out from under him. He crumpled to sort of sit on the floor at the end of his hallway. Yet still his eyes did not leave the two standing before him.]
Wh-What are you guys doing here?
[Thankfully, the weak question was all he voiced.]
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It didn't seem like whoever was at his door would leave any time soon. He groaned in frustration because the noise kept bringing him back to reality. It kept reminding him that it was only his hands and fingers touching him, and he was alone and probably always will be.
His motions slowed as he wondered if he should just stop and tell whoever it was to go away. He just wanted to stay lost in the fantasy. It was the most he would ever be able to get, and his body was just so desperate and he really wanted to...
But before he could finish that thought and decide what he wanted to do, he heard a loud bang. He gasped and nearly jumped from the bed. His hands flew away from him and clenched at the bed sheets as startled fear broke through the desires of his heat. The adrenaline and pounding heartbeat moved to a different source.
A second later he realized what that noise could have meant. He moved off the bed to tell whoever it was off. Yeah, just... tell them off. Not beg them to... It was dangerous to be around others when he was like this. It was why he locked himself in his house. But he was also positive he could control himself.
As soon as he stood, though, his legs gave out on him, weak as they felt from the desire still coursing through him despite being pushed aside for the moment. He only realized he fell when he stared at the floor, hands bracing him from a complete fall. He cursed quietly to himself and slowly moved to stand back up. He spotted a pair of his boxers on the floor, thrown off of him when he woke up that morning. Almost as an afterthought, he pulled them on then slowly moved out of his room.
When he reached the end of the hallway, he froze. He stared in shock at who he saw. He was dreaming, right? There was no way they were standing there, in his house, right now. The door was forgotten as the glint of desire in his eyes from his heat became more noticeable when he looked at the two he had just been fantasizing about.
Then, embarrassment rose to the surface of his feelings. He'd tried so hard to stop them from finding out what he was, and now there was no way they didn't know. And still all he wanted to do was go to them and kiss them and act out every fantasy he'd ever had of them.
A whine he couldn't hold back escaped his lips and he blushed. Another strong sense of desire shot through him again and once again, his legs gave out from under him. He crumpled to sort of sit on the floor at the end of his hallway. Yet still his eyes did not leave the two standing before him.]
Wh-What are you guys doing here?
[Thankfully, the weak question was all he voiced.]