There's a huff of a noise at Gladio's words. A little bout of protest because no, he wasn't. At least in his own mind. The reflection that stared back at him never one he liked that much. Too pale, too many damn freckles (even still in the never ending blackness), too awkward looking. No way in hell he'd ever be on the same playing field as Gladio.

But it somehow didn't matter right then as Gladio looked down at him, as he groaned under his touch. And Prompto let his gaze fall as he sunk to his knees. His mouth dragged over the crease where hip meet thigh, one his hands ran back to grip around Gladio's ass and the other trailed lightly over the length of his cock as he let his eyes dart back up.