Prompto's breath caught in his throat as he felt Gladio's lips against his fingers, his eyes locked on Gladio's face. And it wasn't as though he was touched starved that the move should hit him the way it did. No, Prompto had been dulling his pain in casual sex often enough to keep that particular one from piling onto his already vast mountain of issues. But maybe it was something else he thought in that moment. Affection starved. And he realized that Gladio was the first person since Noct that he'd slept with who looked at him like he was worth a damn. Worth more than just a way of getting off quick.

His mouth felt dry, blood running hot and cold all at once as warmth and panic raged to see who would emerge victorious. Scared at the idea of wanting this and scared at the prospect of walking away from it.

So he shucked off his pants and shoes and slipped into the shower. Waited till Gladio was undressed and wrapped an arm around his arm to pull him in. Prompto traced a line up black ink as he looked up at Gladio from under wet strands of hair before he leaned forward and dragged his mouth over a pec. “It is seriously unfair how hot you are,” he said, lightness returning to his tone at the words before his lips latched around one of Gladio's nipples.