Because even if he knows beyond a doubt that this is trap now, Prompto is only human, and a dumb boy at that, and there's only so much he can resist against the sweet, teasing drag of Alisaie's fingertips just beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. She doesn't go for the goods, no but it's close enough that her touch sends shockwaves up his body, his hips arching just slightly up into her touch. ]
Little Prompto...doesn't know what's best for him...
[ And Little Prompto isn't smart enough to realize the danger he is in...but Prompto knows. He KNOWS. ]
[ little prompto doesn't know what's best for him.. TRUER WORDS NEVER SPOKEN
at last, alisaie relents. he seems to have learned his lesson, even if she isn't entirely sure that he knows why he's being punished, but hey, that's for him to root out, not for her to provide.
but for now, at least, she pulls back - which honestly might be punishment in itself, she knows how much he loves a fear boner - and slips her hand free of his waistband. ]
Yes, I think that is a good idea.
[ all the sexy heat has disappeared immediately from her voice, dropped like a hot popoto, and alisaie's expression falls slack and flat again without a moment's hesitation. leaning back onto her pillows, she plucks her book back up again without another word. ]
[ He...may not have yet figured out why this is happening, no, but he will, while he lays awake tonight, wondering where he went wrong. For the moment, he'll blame it on his cheap use of his tragic backstory, but even so, she wasn't remotely interested before that point.
And now he's all warm and turned on, with his sad not-quite-erection. Maybe he should just go jerk himself off in the bathroom, but man, that seems pathetic after what just went down...
Instead, he groans, stretching out and dropping his arm across his eyes. ]
A-alrighty then! I'm just gonna...lay here, then.
[ Until he falls a sleep, presumably. After hours and hours of agonizing about how he didn't get laid... ]
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Because even if he knows beyond a doubt that this is trap now, Prompto is only human, and a dumb boy at that, and there's only so much he can resist against the sweet, teasing drag of Alisaie's fingertips just beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. She doesn't go for the goods, no but it's close enough that her touch sends shockwaves up his body, his hips arching just slightly up into her touch. ]
Little Prompto...doesn't know what's best for him...
[ And Little Prompto isn't smart enough to realize the danger he is in...but Prompto knows. He KNOWS. ]
M-maybe...we should just go to b-bed?
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at last, alisaie relents. he seems to have learned his lesson, even if she isn't entirely sure that he knows why he's being punished, but hey, that's for him to root out, not for her to provide.
but for now, at least, she pulls back - which honestly might be punishment in itself, she knows how much he loves a fear boner - and slips her hand free of his waistband. ]
Yes, I think that is a good idea.
[ all the sexy heat has disappeared immediately from her voice, dropped like a hot popoto, and alisaie's expression falls slack and flat again without a moment's hesitation. leaning back onto her pillows, she plucks her book back up again without another word. ]
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And now he's all warm and turned on, with his sad not-quite-erection. Maybe he should just go jerk himself off in the bathroom, but man, that seems pathetic after what just went down...
Instead, he groans, stretching out and dropping his arm across his eyes. ]
A-alrighty then! I'm just gonna...lay here, then.
[ Until he falls a sleep, presumably. After hours and hours of agonizing about how he didn't get laid... ]