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They were hanging out at Noctis’ place when Prompto turns to him, it’s clear by his squirming he wants to say something but is clearly struggling to.
“What’s on your mind?” Noctis asks.
“Can I kiss you?” Prompto blurts out, turning scarlet after he asks him.
The silence that fills the living room is deafening. Noctis feels his pulse in his ears, feels his own face heat up at that.
Did I hear that right?
“W-What?” he replies awkwardly, almost wincing as he notices the panic rising from the blonde.
Prompto swallows audibly, rubs the back of his neck nervously.
“Y’know…For practice…” he nervously chokes out. “I mean…It’ll kinda suck dating someone who sucks at kissing.”
Is this real?
Noctis can’t believe what he’s hearing, either the astrals are blessing him or cursing him right now. To dangle such a thing in front of him and with someone he’s hopelessly pined for since he turned thirteen, he’d be a fool if he said no.
Prompto next to him is shrinking in on himself, looking red faced and embarrassed. Panic’s in his eyes as he looks for a way out.
“S-Sorry, is that too weird? Forget I asked. It’s cool, no worries, I’ll just go.”
He stands and Noctis almost instinctively grabs his wrist making Prompto look at him.
“No, I’ll do it. I’ll kiss you.” he swallows before correcting himself. “Practice kissing with you.”
Prompto looks like an anak in the head lights, wide eyed, mouth opening and closing and face burning darker than ever.
“R-Really?” his voice raises an octave and cracks a little which does little to help with his embarrassment.
Noctis, being the good friend he is, decides not to tease him for it and offers him a smile instead.
“What are friends for?”
* * *
They head to Noctis’ room, awkwardly sitting on the edge of his bed. It’s quiet for a moment before Prompto speaks up.
“So um…What do we do?”
Noctis turns to face him and gestures to him to move closer, Prompto does until their knees are touching.
“Um…I think maybe-” Noctis trails off and reaches out to Prompto, cupping his jaw. “Do this?”
Prompto licks at his own lips nervously and nods.
“Y-Yeah.”
His skin is soft, and burning under Noctis’ hand, his freckles more noticeable, something Noctis loves but won’t admit.
“Should I lean in or you?” Prompto asks.
“...Me? Maybe?” Noctis isn’t sure. He’s not kissed anyone either.
He moves his thumb up to Prompto’s lips earning a slight gasp at that before he runs said thumb across them. Not completely soft, he’s probably nervously been biting them again.
“...Shit! What about breath?” Prompto looks mortified as he asks.
“What about it?”
“Dude, you don’t want bad breath when you kiss.”
Noctis rolls his eyes.
“Prom, you’re good, I’m good. Relax.”
“But what if-”
Noctis leans forward and silences him with a kiss. It’s awkward and not the best, their teeth colliding, noses bump and he’s sure he almost headbutts him.
He awkwardly pulls away.
“That kinda sucked.” Prompto replies but looks flustered either way.
Noctis agrees and sighs.
“Let me try again.”
So he does, slower, more careful. Their teeth don’t collide, Noctis tilts his head slightly so their noses don’t bump and he doesn’t almost give the blonde a concussion. A win in his book.
It feels different from the last kiss, it lights something inside him, makes him feel like mush.
Prompto wraps his arms around Noctis neck, he leans into the kiss and deepens it, Noctis throws his free arm around Prompto’s back and pulls him closer.
The duo fall back onto his bed, still kissing as they do. Prompto moves his hands up to Noctis’ hair and he runs them through it.
They part soon after for air and Prompto flops against Noctis’ chest, the prince keeping an arm around his back as he does.
They look at each other with a spark in their eyes and Prompto smiles fondly at him.
“Better?” Noctis asks, breathlessly.
“Better.” Prompto replies, just as breathless, making Noctis smile. “But I think I could use some more practice.” His voice is light, playful as he says that.
Noctis laughs a little at that. He knows him too well to not miss that hint.
“Me too. I’m still…Rusty.”
Prompto cups his face and kisses him, Noctis kisses back feeling nothing but bliss as he does. He doubts this is practice anymore but he doesn’t care.