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“Do I really have to take my shirt off?” Prompto whines and keeps his hands on the hem of his t-shirt. “I mean, we could do this without me having to, you know…”
“Well yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” Noctis laughs and goes to him and yanks it his shirt up until it exposed his stomach. Prompto shrieks and swats his hands away.
“Okay, okay, fine! Let me do it myself.”
“Okay.”
“... Please don’t just stand there and watch.”
“Why? Would you rather I do something other than watch?” He smirks as Prompto takes his shirt off and tosses it aside.
“That’s not-!” Prompto grumbles and sits on Noctis’s bed. “You big pervert.” Noctis just laughs again, harder this time.
“That’s not a no.” Prompto just groans.
“So. How are we doing this?” He says as he stretches his legs.
“Just… lie down I guess?”
“Okiedokes.”
Noctis sits on the foot of the bed and takes out his sketchpad. “You ready, Prom?”
“As I’ll ever be.” He says as he props his head up on some pillows and angles his body towards Noctis. “Draw me like one of your french girls, Noct.” He snickers.
“Nerd.”
“Well you like this nerd, so who wins here?”
“Nerd.” Noctis throws his eraser at him.
“Love you too.” Prompto says, teasing.
“Yeah.” And Noctis smile, all bright and sincere. He crawls on top of Prompto to reach for his eraser and stops halfway to kiss him on the cheek. “I love you.”
Prompto kisses him back and hands him his eraser. “Okay, mister, are you drawing me or what?”
Noctis laughs and goes back to the foot of the bed.