WHO: Prompto Argentum & Gladiolus Amicitia
WHEN: June 24
WHAT: Being sappy
WARNINGS: None!
wait, sorry - what was that you just said? I didn't quite catch it↪
It couldn’t have been more perfect timing. Prompto had been messing around on Matthew’s post, while talking to Gladio and Noctis, but when Gladio had been so inexplicably sweet and understanding…well, Prompto had felt a swell of love in his heart. It had always been there, probably for far longer than he had been cognizant of it, but he finally felt ready to say it. Taking care not to blurt it out on the network like he had done with Noctis, he had spied it was time for his lunch break anyway and had informed Lan Xichen he was going to be out of office for his lunch hour, before taking off as quickly as he could for home.
When Prom finally got to their place, he fumbled the keys for the front door in his hurry to get to the man waiting inside, but when he finally got his fingers working right, the door banged open and Prompto came skidding in, barely avoiding a faceplant in the front hall. Catching himself against a wall, he propelled himself into the living room with a push to that wall, before coming to a breathless halt in front of the armchair that Gladio had been relaxing in.
“I love you!” Prompto blurted out, before he lost the absolute feeling of love he was basking in that moment. Kicking off his boots and stalking toward Gladio, he carefully straddled the man’s lap and held his face. “I love you,” he said again, fingers tightening around Gladio’s face before he leaned in and kissed the other man.
Gladio hadn't really thought too much on Prompto saying he was going to grab lunch for them and swing by the house. It certainly wasn't out of the norm at least - they all tended to grab these little moments to enjoy each other's company between things when they could. So he maintained his spot in the oversized chair with his book. A book that was, admittedly, a little hard to concentrate on when certain things about his conversation with Prompto played across his mind.
He was pulled from said thoughts though with the noise of the commotion of Prompto bursting through the door and into the living room. And he was about to crack a joke - and point out the lack of food - but then Prompto was blurting out that and before Gladio could even really catch up with it he had a lapful of the blond and well, there was kissing so he was going to enjoy that for a moment, dropping his book in favor of wrapping his arms around Prompto and pulling him in close.
He pulled back. Grinned. "Wait, sorry - what was that you just said? I didn't quite catch it," he teased lightly, a playful smirk on his lips.
Honestly, lunch had slipped his mind the second he had run out of the Arts Centre. Prompto’s priorities had shifted and he was a birdbrain at the best of times, some days. Today was definitely one of those days. He would figure it out later.
Later, when he wasn’t so busy trying to devour Gladio’s face.
He whined when Gladio pulled away, swaying forward to nip at his lips in an effort to get back to kissing. He was big on physical affection and kissing was one of his all time favorite things to do. That and the love he was feeling was a heady combination and he nearly pinched Gladio’s side to get him to get back to it, before remembering that he was injured. “Don’t be a butt, you heard me,” he pouted, feeling a little shy now but still managing to meet Gladio’s eyes. “I love you, big guy, just didn’t want to say that for the first time on the network.”
"But it's fun," he countered with a playful grin. Especially with Prompto who was so expressive in everything.
Gladio lifted a hand to cup the side of Prompto's face at the more quiet confession, a warm smile on his lips. "I love you too, Prom," he said easily. The feelings had been there for a while, but speaking them felt good. Right. And he leaned in to kiss Prompto briefly before pulling back again. "I'm glad you rushed home to let me know," he added with a grin.
"Yeah, well, I didn't have the excuse of being a cute, excitable chocobo to tell you on the network," Prompto explained, the flushing in his face partly from all the kissing and partly from embarrassment. Leaning into Gladio's hand, he added, "This felt like the right time." Maybe too fast for some people, but he has known these men for years now.
What Prompto felt in his heart didn't feel rushed or forced. It just felt like it was time to get this out there. The next step for him, so to speak. Because while he was catching up to the others, in some ways, he wasn't when it came to feelings.
Too fast wasn't even a thought in Gladio's mind. He'd loved Prompto for years now, letting that shift into something more romantic in nature was easy. Or maybe it had always been there, much like it always had with with Noctis and Ignis. Just tucked away, put aside when so much else demanded attention. Or when the realities of their lives back home made certain it was just a foolish thought to let his emotions in that regard come to light.
"You're kind of always a cute, excitable, chocobo," he pointed out with a teasing grin.
He leaned back in to capture Prompto's lips again, his hand sliding behind Prompto's neck. He lingered, in no particular rush to break the embrace - physicality always one of the ways he showed his affection. And when he did pull back it was barely, just enough to talk against the skin of Prompto's jaw as his mouth traveled. "Think your boss would let you take an extended lunch?" he said lowly, his other hand roaming lower against Prompto's hip.
Astrals, Gladio was a menace. It wasn’t like it was hard to fluster Prompto. It was all too easy, honestly, but usually he was better about letting his hormones call the shots. Mostly because other than The Thing with Cindy, he never had cause to let his dick make the decisions.
Except now, Gladio was giving him great cause and he was very tempted to ask for that extension. But…
“I JUST started working for him, I probably shouldn’t be asking for stuff like this so early on,” Prompto pointed out, arching his neck so that Gladio had better access to it. He raised his wrist to look at his watch and added, slightly distracted by what Gladio was doing to his neck, “But we do have forty minutes left before I have to be back? I think we could make that work.”
Dropping his hand, Prompto didn’t waste time with pulling away enough to have room to pull off the shirt he had worn to work, tossing it somewhere behind him. Then he slid off Gladio’s lap, before falling to his knees in front of his boyfriend. “What do you say?” He asked, a mischievous smile on his face.