( for all his inexperience, this feels... pleasant, warm and familiar, even more so when he takes the cue readily to fit their mouths together, pressing deeper. they've done this before in their imagined memories, and prompto's lost in the strange sense of deja vu that hits him, absently smoothing one faintly trembling hand up her thigh to rest on her hip with far more surety than he would've had if he were completely in his head. )
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