The change in Prompto's breath didn't go unnoticed, and it settled like a warmth in Gladio's chest that he wanted to feel more of. It was so much softer than he usually was, so much softer than the sounds he brought out of other people when they had sex. Fucked. It was, usually, a release for all involved and that was that. Here he was, though. They had done nothing less than found that relief in each other last night but... it held something more. It still did. It was why he was still here, the image of Prompto pressed up against his jacket, clinging to him.

The feeling of being wanted by someone in a way that wasn't just sex.

Gladio took in the sight of Prompto as he finished undressing, then took his time peeling off his own layers before joining him. It was a surprise how demanding Prompto turned back he let him do it, bringing up a big hand to slide into blond strands and pull them back from those eyes before giving a laugh. A laugh that turned into a groan as that sight, shit. He let his hand move back around to cup Prompto's skull, licking his lips as water ran over them. "Funny, I'd say the same about you."

Prompto had filled himself out, had the look of a fighter, more certain about himself. Those damn eyes... still just like he could remember, too blue and bright even with the darkness in and out.