[ Sober Prompto's answer to that would be an unsurprising no, he can't imagine sharing her with anyone else like that after everything they've been through to become what they are. Drunk Prompto? Eh, he's a bit more agreeable, even if he would still probably chicken out of a threesome. Still, it's sorta fun to fantasize, isn't it?
His lips widen against hers to grant her full access into his mouth, the touch of her tongue to his wresting a gasp of pleasure from his throat. But even with the messy kisses, he still tries to answer her while his breathing goes heavy and fast. ]
Mm...depends. You gonna share me back?
[ His hips rock fluidly against hers, though he has to reach down and grab the side of the chair to keep from tumbling right out of it. ]
[ sober prompto is a killjoy. drunk prompto is a lot more fun!! even if he would still probably chicken out of a threeway.. but i mean, she was able to talk him into some public friskiness (which we never wrote :(.. ) with the help of a little sexy weed, so. she'll hold onto hope.. ]
Only if I am allowed to join.
[ she says, her mouth curling into a wicked grin against his own, though her breath catches in a soft whine when his hips move. she seems to be giving no thought to his struggle to stay in the chair, as she only tightens her thighs 'round his hips and grinds slowly down to meet him, her fingertips dragging along the nape of his neck. ]
[ He pleads her name, fingers catching hard in the fabric of her dress, whimpering as he arches beneath her—
And loses his balances completely, squawking inelegantly and spilling off of his chair and onto the floor. He manages to let Alisaie go as he falls so he doesn't crush her, but he definitely drops her ungently and winds up sprawled face first on the floor.
...Whimpering pain, because he definitely landed on his boner. ]
that's what she gets for trusting drunk prompto with a chair. her reaction times are rather slow at the moment, but she still manages to catch herself on her hands, though after only a moment she's bursting into raucous giggles. they fell down.. ]
Oh no, are you - are you okay, m'love..
[ she hasn't yet realized.. the extent.. he always whines when he falls so i mean ]
[ NO, HE IS VERY MUCH NOT OKAY. Not that Prompto can really...articulate this right now, because he really is in a lot of pain, and he is still very drunk. All he seems capable of is lying face down and groaning. His hands make a feeble attempt to push himself onto his back, but it's to no avail. ]
'M fine...l-let's...p-pick up where we left off...
[ his boner is literally broken and still he tries to get laid ]
[ ah he brings pride to his people.. what a true soldier.
but okay, that's a little concerning. he fell flat on his face -- did he break his nose?? she's still giggling, but she leans over him now, rubbing a hand gently down his back. ]
Are you sure that you are up for it? My poor dear - let me.. help you up.
[ He might've preferred breaking his nose (but no, not really, he wouldn't be able to look at his disfigured face) because this is really quite excruciating, even if he's still coming to terms with what happened. They were getting frisky, he fell...on his junk?? Is that something that can break???
At last he rolls over, whining miserably as both hands move to cover his crotch. ]
J-just...gimme a sec...
[ He says between labored breaths. And some tears. There's definitely some tears. This is no simple kick in the nuts. He is Suffering. Where are her vercures now?!? ]
she shouldn't laugh anymore, but look, she's still buzzed, and this is just. too much. howling with laughter, she gently sets one hand over his own, where they clutch dramatically at his broken boner. ]
Oh - oh ahaha - my darling.. shall - shall we get you to the medbay?
[ Prompto, for his part, sees NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT THIS AT ALL, and her laughter only serves to agitate him further!! Too bad he's too busy wincing in pain to properly glare at her. They were gonna have such a nice drunk bang, too... ]
N-no! [ His eyes snap wide as he shakes his head vigorously. Visit the medbay like this, are you kidding??? How would they even explain this??? He would be humiliated for life.
Not that, you know, he isn't already in a constant state of humiliation, but still! ]
Can't you just...slap a vercure on it and call it good?
[ she's pretty sure he wouldn't want her to be slapping anything at all onto it, in the state that it's in. but she'll indulge him.. it certainly won't hurt him. too bad, she really wanted to see him get super humiliated.
also, you can just assume she's laughing through everything. ]
I suppose I can.. try.
[ she stumbles up to her feet - oof, woozy - and meanders to the corner of the room to find her rapier and focus. it takes her a few tries to get the spell off properly, but she manages it soon enough. ]
[ Laugh it up, chuckles!! Her future children are in peril, it's a serious situation!!
Prompto waits in abject suffering while Alisaie attempts her spell. Maybe this was a bad idea—what if she accidentally verflares him instead?? But soon enough she manages the spell, and it does bring considerable relief, even if it still smarts.
...But the worst damage of all has been done to his pride. ]
Hnnng...yeah...you're a saint...
[ Though he remains a crumpled heap on the floor. ]
[ Yeah, but the delivery of those future children will be hindered if his boner is broken!! Good thing they're sterile, anyway. :) ]
Urgh...yeah, o-okay...
[ He finally relinquishes his hold on his crotch, whimpering feebly as he reaches for her. Just toss him up there so he can pass out...though the pain was kinda sobering, unfortunately. Maybe she should knock him out.
but okay, okay, she takes his hands and hauls him up to his feet, which probably hurts a fuckton, but what is there to be done?? thankfully the bed is like, two steps away.
still laughing - yep - she helps to ease him down. ]
But okay, time to die apparently, because standing is far worse than lying miserably on the floor had been, and Prompto nearly buckles from the sudden onslaught of pain.
Fortunately the bed is right there, and he more or less collapses onto it, grimacing as he peers up at her through his tears.
She is never going to let him live this down, is she. ]
A-are you just g-gonna laugh at it?
[ Little Prompto has such sensitive feelings!! :( ]
[ she can't lie to him!! especially how she's still, you know, grinning like a cat, but she sits beside him and leans to press a kiss to his brow nonetheless, smoothing her fingers over his hair. ]
But, come now, you know I love Little Prompto.
[ she's never been able to say that so easily before.. thanks, wine. ]
[ WOW this drama.. can't even take off his own pants!!
good thing she has practice. she's not going to take them off though, because they're too damn tight and he's just lying there, useless deadweight. so she'll just.. unbuckle his belt, unbutton and unzip and - oh.
well. ]
Um..
[ she squints, and tilts her head, which is really comforting, right?? that is a lot of.. swelling.. and that color sure isn't right. ]
Mayhaps.. we should visit the Medbay, after all.
[ she's actually not laughing, amazingly!! because that looks hella painful and she's worried for their future sex life now, which is a grave concern. ]
[ He's got a bad feeling about this Chewie. He's starting to feel really sober now, which is bad, because it makes the pain even worse. But he's starting to grow rather concerned about the state of his penis and she's not laughing anymore, which...can't mean anything good.
Feebly, he tries to sit up to take a look himself, but he can't quite manage it. ]
Wh-what? What is it? Is it— [ He makes a desperate sound. ] —is it...s-snapped in half?!
Even the little added pressure of the crotch ice makes him wince a little, though as he starts to go numb his features relax somewhat. That's better, he'll just pretend he has no dick at all for now... ]
Ugh...you're sure there's nothing else we can do?
[ He will choose literally nothing over his sex life! ]
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His lips widen against hers to grant her full access into his mouth, the touch of her tongue to his wresting a gasp of pleasure from his throat. But even with the messy kisses, he still tries to answer her while his breathing goes heavy and fast. ]
Mm...depends. You gonna share me back?
[ His hips rock fluidly against hers, though he has to reach down and grab the side of the chair to keep from tumbling right out of it. ]
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Only if I am allowed to join.
[ she says, her mouth curling into a wicked grin against his own, though her breath catches in a soft whine when his hips move. she seems to be giving no thought to his struggle to stay in the chair, as she only tightens her thighs 'round his hips and grinds slowly down to meet him, her fingertips dragging along the nape of his neck. ]
Or at least, to watch..
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[ He pleads her name, fingers catching hard in the fabric of her dress, whimpering as he arches beneath her—
And loses his balances completely, squawking inelegantly and spilling off of his chair and onto the floor. He manages to let Alisaie go as he falls so he doesn't crush her, but he definitely drops her ungently and winds up sprawled face first on the floor.
...Whimpering pain, because he definitely landed on his boner. ]
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that's what she gets for trusting drunk prompto with a chair. her reaction times are rather slow at the moment, but she still manages to catch herself on her hands, though after only a moment she's bursting into raucous giggles. they fell down.. ]
Oh no, are you - are you okay, m'love..
[ she hasn't yet realized.. the extent.. he always whines when he falls so i mean ]
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'M fine...l-let's...p-pick up where we left off...
[ his boner is literally broken and still he tries to get laid ]
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but okay, that's a little concerning. he fell flat on his face -- did he break his nose?? she's still giggling, but she leans over him now, rubbing a hand gently down his back. ]
Are you sure that you are up for it? My poor dear - let me.. help you up.
[ she'll stop laughing soon, i promise.. ]
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At last he rolls over, whining miserably as both hands move to cover his crotch. ]
J-just...gimme a sec...
[ He says between labored breaths. And some tears. There's definitely some tears. This is no simple kick in the nuts. He is Suffering. Where are her vercures now?!? ]
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oh.
oh.
oh no..
she shouldn't laugh anymore, but look, she's still buzzed, and this is just. too much. howling with laughter, she gently sets one hand over his own, where they clutch dramatically at his broken boner. ]
Oh - oh ahaha - my darling.. shall - shall we get you to the medbay?
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N-no! [ His eyes snap wide as he shakes his head vigorously. Visit the medbay like this, are you kidding??? How would they even explain this??? He would be humiliated for life.
Not that, you know, he isn't already in a constant state of humiliation, but still! ]
Can't you just...slap a vercure on it and call it good?
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also, you can just assume she's laughing through everything. ]
I suppose I can.. try.
[ she stumbles up to her feet - oof, woozy - and meanders to the corner of the room to find her rapier and focus. it takes her a few tries to get the spell off properly, but she manages it soon enough. ]
.. any better?
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Prompto waits in abject suffering while Alisaie attempts her spell. Maybe this was a bad idea—what if she accidentally verflares him instead?? But soon enough she manages the spell, and it does bring considerable relief, even if it still smarts.
...But the worst damage of all has been done to his pride. ]
Hnnng...yeah...you're a saint...
[ Though he remains a crumpled heap on the floor. ]
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he seems at least to be somewhat more comfortable, at least.. and alisaie bites her lip to keep the giggles in as she kneels next to him again. ]
Do you.. want to get up onto the bed? Do you need help?
[ do you need her to knock you out? ]
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Urgh...yeah, o-okay...
[ He finally relinquishes his hold on his crotch, whimpering feebly as he reaches for her. Just toss him up there so he can pass out...though the pain was kinda sobering, unfortunately. Maybe she should knock him out.
What an anniversary... ]
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but okay, okay, she takes his hands and hauls him up to his feet, which probably hurts a fuckton, but what is there to be done?? thankfully the bed is like, two steps away.
still laughing - yep - she helps to ease him down. ]
Shall I.. take a look at it?
[ take a photo for posterity?? ]
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But okay, time to die apparently, because standing is far worse than lying miserably on the floor had been, and Prompto nearly buckles from the sudden onslaught of pain.
Fortunately the bed is right there, and he more or less collapses onto it, grimacing as he peers up at her through his tears.
She is never going to let him live this down, is she. ]
A-are you just g-gonna laugh at it?
[ Little Prompto has such sensitive feelings!! :( ]
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[ she can't lie to him!! especially how she's still, you know, grinning like a cat, but she sits beside him and leans to press a kiss to his brow nonetheless, smoothing her fingers over his hair. ]
But, come now, you know I love Little Prompto.
[ she's never been able to say that so easily before.. thanks, wine. ]
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[ The three of them being himself, her, and his dick, naturally.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he rolls his head against her touch, mumbling indiscernibly before: ]
Guess we better see what the damage is...
[ He'll unhelpfully leave her to take off his pants. Not like she doesn't have plenty of practice... ]
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good thing she has practice. she's not going to take them off though, because they're too damn tight and he's just lying there, useless deadweight. so she'll just.. unbuckle his belt, unbutton and unzip and - oh.
well. ]
Um..
[ she squints, and tilts her head, which is really comforting, right?? that is a lot of.. swelling.. and that color sure isn't right. ]
Mayhaps.. we should visit the Medbay, after all.
[ she's actually not laughing, amazingly!! because that looks hella painful and she's worried for their future sex life now, which is a grave concern. ]
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Feebly, he tries to sit up to take a look himself, but he can't quite manage it. ]
Wh-what? What is it? Is it— [ He makes a desperate sound. ] —is it...s-snapped in half?!
[ BECAUSE THAT'S SURE WHAT IT FEELS LIKE. ]
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No, no.. 'tis just..
[ gnarly looking. ]
There is.. bruising.
[ she's just gonna.. tuck his mangled dick right back in and button him back up before he can get too good of a look and fly into a panic. ]
I shall fetch you some ice, once you feel ready to walk, we will go.
[ though she's being gentle about it, she is super serious, he's got no choice!! ]
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W-wait, what? N-no, I'll just...sleep it off...
[ Or they can try another spell. There has to be another way! ]
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I would.. advise you do not.
[ she says, while already piling several cubes of ice into a bag, which she brings back and sets gently.. on his crotch. ]
But I suppose if you choose your pride over the possibility of impotence..
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Even the little added pressure of the crotch ice makes him wince a little, though as he starts to go numb his features relax somewhat. That's better, he'll just pretend he has no dick at all for now... ]
Ugh...you're sure there's nothing else we can do?
[ He will choose literally nothing over his sex life! ]
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I've no idea, I am no skilled healer, most especially in terms of.. man parts.
[ here come the giggles again.. ]
What if you wait too long, and it must be amputated?
[ she knows how to get him to move ]
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N-NO—
[ He yelps, sitting up far too quickly — and then pressing the ice to his crotch as a result. ]
Ngh...f-fine, let's just get this over with...
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