A/B/O Promptis Ball/Teach me to dance

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The newspapers and the internet alike were abuzz with the news about the red carpet gala happening at the the Citadel. It was some charity ball but the tabloids and entertainment news didn't waste a chance to gush about the celebrities who were already confirmed to be attending. The dignitaries, the CEO's, the movie stars, singers, the socialites... and of course the royal family. It was so rare that Prince Noctis showed his face at such events it was an event in and of itself to see him shined up like a new crown and MAN was he a HUNK now. Right ladies? What is he going to wear? YSL? Burberry? Take a look at this edition of Elle~

That garbage was why Noct ignored the news. He stayed offline, didn't have a twitter account, didn't post photos of himself ever. He was comfortable that way. It was just him and Prompto and he needed little else. Things were great at home. They had school and all but they worked on their studies... on Ignis' orders. And they had each other. Noctis couldn't put to words how nice it was to have someone to look forward to seeing, someone to come home to. He had his best friend and his lover all in one and he never knew how lonely he'd been until he wasn't alone anymore. He had Prompto. Not just for sex but to curl up with and to talk to and to laugh with. He was his person. 

His father was well aware of the changes in him and Noctis hadn't made it a secret that he'd taken a mate. Regis wasn't exactly thrilled with his son's choices in bonding so young wihout consulting anyone but he did not say much on the matter. It was done, unable to be undone now. And Regis did not dislike Prompto, quite the opposite. But he wished... he wished for a lot of things. That they had been older, that it had been under less dire circumstances, that they'd talked about it beforehand... but he couldn't regret the marriage. He could not, as a father, regret anything that made his son so happy. 

It was Regis' idea that they hold the charity ball and that Noctis should attend. With Prompto. Officially. It was a positive way to bring Prompto out to the public, it would be a lovely way to take control of the PR moment and stage it in a nice light... and also not allow the reporters to eat Prompto alive. It was a perfect opportunity. Noctis couldn't deny it, but that required getting Prompto Ball-Ready which.... was why he was sitting flipping through music and wondering how he could teach his mate to dance. He didn't know how to dance, he just did it on command, he didn't think about it. How could he explain it? 

He'd tried to get Ignis to teach Prompto only to be shot down. 'He is your mate, you will be the one leading him, he needs to learn how to read you, Noct, not any lead but you.' 

And so here he was trying to figure out how to start this at home. Just them with some music. He had pushed the couch to the windows, the dining table too. The floor was wide open and before he saw Prompto, Noctis just wanted to get the steps in his head. He started a waltz and began stepping across the floor, arms out for an invisible partner. Expertly he danced alone but he was trying to mind his own movements and try to find words to explain them to his mate.

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[starless_sky]

Noctis stammered, he hadn't realized he stopped. "I ah-- No. I mean yeah, it's fine." he started moving around the living room again, no cues other than his hand. Oops.

"Sorry. You're just... when you get so excited about things it's hard to look away." or think about much else it seems. Was he that easy to captivate? Was Prompto just that captivating? He was making an ass of himself as a lead.

"So you don't have any." he could get those for him... unless they got them tomorrow. But he didn't want to cut Prompto short, his birthday wasn't until October after all. He shouldn't have to wait so long for something just because Noctis couldn't think of anything else to get him.

Around the living room floor, soon they were at their starting point again, Noctis wondered if he could try to get Prompto to just twirl. A simple single turn, he pushes out with his hand guiding Prompto in a circle and then back to center with him. What could go wrong?

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Prompto hadn't even thought it might be the same for Noct. He'd seemed so graceful all on his own, walking through the steps, but surely it must take a great deal of concentration to lead, to worry about whether a partner could keep up, if they were following properly, signalling their movements, not to mention keeping in time with the music.

The sudden compliment threw him though, enough that his feet followed without much conscious thought of them and a blush rose in his pale, freckled skin.

"Oh, I... probably shouldn't distract you... right?" he said somewhat guiltily.

Prompto shook his head, almost missed a cue, but stumbled back into the steps a moment later. Still, he'd call it a win, making it back to the starting position once more. The next cue was unfamiliar, and while Noct usually moved with him, as his hand signaled, this time, only his hand seemed to lead.

He followed, body spinning in a tight circle before returning. His steps are probably a mess, but he does follow, even if he bumps into Noct as he spins back into his arms, off-balancing slightly and leaning into his partner. He laughs a little breathlessly against him.

"What was that?"

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He was poised but he was easily distracted by a pretty face... as it seemed. At least this one pretty face. This was going to be a difficult balance. Trying to distract Prompto enough to get him to dance but not so much that Noct forgot to... or he could just be more honest about his idea.

"I was trying to distract you. You do much better when you are talking about cameras. You did great just now. And..." he leaned in to peck his mate's lips. "That was just a spin. You did great. If you can follow my hand you can do anything. Dancing is about trust. So trust me, I won't let you fall." it was almost a sort of alpha/omega relationship on the dancefloor. A leader who controlled and a follower who obeyed. Their success and failure ultimately fell to the lead. The alpha. Noctis didn't think he was a leader so much as a partner but... still.

"Do you... want to try it again? Spinning?"

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Prompto laughed again, his hand instinctively wrapping around Noct's waist as he leaned into him.

"We're a real mess huh," he shook his head, looking up just in time to catch the kiss Noct brushed against his lips. He knew he could be easily distracted, but it usually worked against him, not for him. That Noct could strategize well enough to actually make him a better dancer with it, he really was brilliant.

He reached up, kissing the tip of his nose playfully, feeling himself relax, getting more comfortable in this position, less intimidated by the idea. Trust? He had that for Noct in spades and he should've listened, should've been a better follower. Noct wouldn't drag him into something he didn't think he could handle. Noct wouldn't let him fall.

"I trust you," he insisted, "there's no one I trust more."

Prompto was finally starting to get into it, to actually enjoy exercise and learning something new. The spin had been a little dizzying, but it seemed fun, especially if he could get it right.

"Yeah, yeah, let's give it a shot!"

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"Guess so." he smiled a bit wearily at Prompto. He was kind of tired of being such a mess. He knew he had to get it together. Sometimes he thought it might be the day but here he was still being a weirdo who didn't communicate well.

He wiggled his nose in response to it being kissed. Prompto seemed playful so that was a good sign. He'd likely do well this next time around the floor. But first, he wanted to just spin him.

"Okay, just like this, I push with my hand and that signals you go back, you always turn in the direction of this hand, ok?" he pushed his hand forward, turning Prompto as he just had before. Slowly this time. "And then you come back to center with me. I take your free hand and we continue... so let's go as we did before. I'll spin you and we'll go around the room, and when we get back here I'll spin you again. No cues."

If Prompto had any protests he'd listen but otherwise, Noct counted silently in his head and started with a gentle spin, twirling his Omega and then he started them off around the living room same as before. This was slow but at the same time, Prompto was making great progress. While they hadn't gotten specific steps in, Prompto was learning the meat of dancing which was body language and unspoken cues. If nothing else, he knew his mate could follow him specifically. And if Prompto could follow him they could perform any dance. It was all numbers and steps at this point.

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Prompto's laughter died at that expression. He was so used to using self-depricating humor on himself, sometimes it just didn't register that it could be hurtful to others too. If anyone was responsible for their failure, it had to be Prompto, completely inexperienced as he was. He had to try harder, had to show Noct they could make it work. That Noct was a good teacher, he was just a poor student.

"We'll get it."

He tried to focus all of his concentration into listening and making his body obey, following Noct's demonstration and quietly nodding along. The spin was just another addition to the steps he already knew. A bit of flair. It was still little more than rhythmic walking, right?

"Mm, y-yeah, I think."

He was a little stiff as he moved, forcing his concentration, ready for each small cue as they made their way around the living room. It was easier this time, repetition helping it sink in, helping his body memorize the motions. Halfway through he realized he'd been holding his breath, and let it out shakily, managing to keep up a bit smoother, to follow without stumbling. He'd prove Noct was a good teacher.

[starless_sky]

That's where he was wrong. Noctis was the one who needed to practice more. Not only in being expressive but in explaining this new world to his mate. They lived in privacy here in the apartment but the ball represented that changing. The walls were coming down between Prompto and himself and the world.

"I know..." it was a crime that Prompto was trying to make himself the problem child. That he was trying to cover for his Alpha's flaws was saintly. But Noctis wouldn't have it if he knew that's what his mate was doing and as Prompto exhaled while they moved he knew he needed to step it up.

As they made it back around the room he spun Prompto one more time.

"Good. Really good. Let's take a break. Do you... Feel ok?" feelings weren't the easiest thing for him to talk about but he seemed to be making Prompto more nervous, not less.

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Prompto got the feeling Noct was still blaming himself, and hoped his own performance made his mate feel a little better. He managed to complete the circuit without stumbling, perhaps a bit stiffly. He wanted to hold Noct and tell him he'd be fine, that he'd do his best not to mess up.

As they finished though, Noct seemed pleased by his improvement, if somewhat worried. He was doing ok, right? Maybe a break would help.

"I... sorry, I'll get it, I just- keep thinking about all those people watching and..." he shook his head. "Sorry, it's dumb. I know this is important. I'll practice, I promise!"

[starless_sky]

There he was being the emotional dummy between them. Prompto was having to do the heavy lifting here. Offering comfort when that was Noct's job. It wasn't until Prompto was audibly nervous that it dawned on Noctis to do something.

He pulled his mate into a hug and slowly rubbed his back. One hand went to the back of Prompto's head.

"It's not dumb. I get it. I don't like them watching either... But you'll be ok. You've done the hard part already." he thought about what Prompto was saying. He needed to know he wasn't going to be rejected.

"No matter what we do someone is going to disapprove. I'm not taking you to the ball to get the public's approval. I'm introducing you so they can get used to you as my partner. Whether they like that or not. But they will. You're one of them. They'll love you."

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Prompto sighed into the embrace, tucking his head under Noct's chin and leaning on him, breathing in his comforting scent. It was so much easier to relax here, to let that comfort and serenity in.

It was probably true that someone would dislike the idea of the future king mating with some immigrant peasant, okay, maybe a lot of someones would dislike it. He couldn't change the circumstances of his birth, but he could still try his best to be someone who could support his mate, to understand his heavy burdens, to not let his actions reflect badly on Noct.

And that now included things like politics and fancy dinners and press conferences and yes, knowing how to dance in a formal setting.

"I know..." he conceded, "I'm not worried about me, I'm worried... I just don't want to, y'know, reflect badly on you. Make them think you made the wrong decision or... or question your judgment I guess."

The public might approve. But for every common Lucian citizen who agreed, he was sure there were a bunch of politicians who were frustrated Noctis hadn't picked a powerful allied country to marry into.

You're one of them. He tensed, but only for a moment. Was he? Noct knew he wasn't Lucian. What if the circumstances of his birth came to light? His features definitely weren't classically Lucian, he could maybe pass as Tenebraen. Maybe. But people would suspect, wouldn't they? And if they found out the truth...

"I hope so."

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The same could be said for Prompto's scent to Noctis. It was what calmed him down, and its absence set him on edge.

Oh, plenty of people would find a reason to be upset with Noct's choice of partner. It had little to do with Prompto even if he had his own unique reasons the public could use to be unhappy about. Unless they were Noctis' chosen one, some people would just be unhappy.

"That's what I am telling you. None of that matters. What they think about us doesn't matter. It doesn't have anything to do with my ability to lead them." not that the people have much of a choice about that anyway. No one else could wear the ring or use the crystal so their hands were tied.

Some people would love Prompto. Some people would dig up that he was a Nif and love him all the more for that. Some people would hate it. It would be its own divisive thing until they married and Prompto would become part of the royal family and part of the political landscape.

"They will. More will than won't." there were plenty of people who didn't much care about who the prince was dating but would be charmed that he had found a nice young Omega. Others would just be glad the prince had someone who could bear children and ensure a stable continuation of the Line of Lucis. And there would be plenty who would have Opinions.

"At the worst, they will get used to you. But we're just going to go on either way. They're not going to stop us. They can't take anything from us." not their love or their joy. And he isn't going to let anyone's opinion shape his destiny with his mate.

"You want to sit down on the couch?" meaning did Prompto want to curl up in his lap on the couch with the risk of losing time to making out or napping? Or both?

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Logically, he knew Noct was right. He'd be a good leader, whether or not people liked his choice in a mate. He was probably greatly overestimating how much they'd even care. Noct had way more experience dealing with this sort of thing anyway. He needed to just relax and trust his Alpha's judgment.

"Right," he let out a sigh, "sorry, Noct. You went to all this trouble and it's so sweet of you to teach me. I... I'm sorry for bringing you down like this. I know I'm probably worrying way too much."

"Yeah, a break's probably good," Curling up on the couch sounded like a great idea, honestly. Prompto didn't want to move from where he was, fit so perfectly in Noct's arms, his scent warm and close, but taking a seat and cuddling would probably help his anxiety as well. He nodded and followed Noct over.

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Logic had little to do with the anxiety though and that was the key of it. Noctis couldn't logic Prompto out of this. He had to comfort his Omega.

"I don't do it to get something out of you, I want this to be something we can enjoy together, if you don't like it then we don't have to do it. It's not going to hurt my feelings." because while the idea was attractive and kind of romantic, he could juse as easily abandon ballroom dancing. He had made a career of being a wallflower at balls.

He took quick steps to the couch and sat in the corner of the L. He tugged Prompto's hand to come sit in his lap if he chose. He could snuggle him closer there and get comfy in there. Maybe they could sleep.

"I think you look cute as hell dancing if it means anything to you."

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Prompto would hardly have suspected his mate trying to get something out of him, or using him. Of the two of them, Noct was the one with power, money, position, and more. It just made him feel all the more like if Noct asked something of him, he really ought to make an effort. And honestly? He loved dancing. Even if his definition of it was flailing along to the radio, or bouncing his hips to the music as he made dinner and trying to copy the movements he'd seen in the music videos.

"I know," he sighed, following Noct over and settling into his lap, legs tucked in close. "And I mean- I do like dancing. You've seen me use Iggy's spatula as a microphone while I rock out."

He gave a short laugh, leaning his head against Noct's chest, "it's just... different when I'm comfortable, I guess. The thought of doing it in front of anyone sorta throws me off. It's not that... that I don't trust you or that I don't want to or that I don't like it, I'm just- I know how easily I can turn into a train wreck when I get anxious, y'know?"

The compliment was enough to color his cheeks, a blush running to his ears and down his neck. Dancing for Noct, especially if he thought he looked good doing it, was fine, good even. But it could be so hard to actually let his guard down enough to stop caring about the things around him.

If it means anything to you...

"It means everything," he said quietly.

[starless_sky]

It was true Noctis had the least to want out of people but he was also brattier than Prompto and accustomed to having his way all the time. But what he really wanted now was Prompto's happiness and that wasn't something you could buy or command. Prompto liked dancing, sure, but he'd never been trained and this was really just one skill he'd need in the social jungle of royal society.


"I may or may not do it too." especially when his guilty pleasure songs are on. He may like girly pop songs along with the cool music of their day. Afrojack and the like. Noctis hugged his mate to him, glad he'd chosen to sit on him rather than next to him. His lap was Prompto's throne as far as he cared.

"Well, we need to get you comfortable with it. My goal is that you can do it with me naturally and then we can just be in our own little world and ignore everybody at the ball. I never look at people." he was so used to ignoring cameras he didn't even look at them. He'd have to somehow train that into Prompto too. For his mental health if nothing else.

"You can do it, I know you can." because he had with so many other things. Prompto just needed to get his mind off the source of his anxiety. If they could polish his dancing skills until he could comfortably chat while doing it then they were golden. He'd just get Prompto to start chatting about something while they danced and it would be over before they finished talking. Once Prompto knew he could do it without failing then it would be easier for him. Surely... right?

Wait, was he blushing? His ears were pink...

"Well, in that case I think you're graceful and you can do this well. I want to dance with you. Here. Not just at the ball just..." how could he say it without feeling stupid? He liked cuddling Prompto, loved making out and having sex, he adored snuggling with him in bed. Any time they could be close he wanted it and he yearned for a more active way to be close. All their other ways were semi or mostly sedentary.

Dancing had always been something he had to do growing up, he never saw the appeal of it. Never had a partner he wanted but Prompto made him want to love it. He wanted to pull him close when a song came on, to be able to twirl him around and laugh and hold his hands. To be so effortlessly in sync...

"I just... I always want you near me, any way I can have you. Even if you just wanted to keep it here, I still want to do it."

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It was cute when Noct really let go, sang along to the radio, danced around the apartment like no one was watching. The world might see Noct as a stiff and somber prince, but Prompto got to see the completely human side of him and absolutely loved him for it.

The idea of having their own little world was a good one, Prompto considered. When they'd just been talking, it was easy to let his body just follow along, sensing the cues and body language rather than trying to hyper-focus his attention to catch them all. Maybe it would help to get himself an object to focus on, like a worry stone or like how flying elephants needed magic feathers. Maybe a mantra, something to bring him back to these peaceful moments, remembering that their world was what mattered, and it could be as big or small as they needed it to be.

"Yeah," he leaned into the hug, "I like dancing here with you. I just wish I didn't get rattled so easily."

But the more he heard Noctis explain, the more he understood. It was more than just steps on a dancefloor. For him, it was something intimate, something special, a way to be close, even in public. Not a display, but a comfort.

He squeezed a little closer, slipping his hand into Noct's and playing aimlessly with his fingers, tracing patterns onto his palm. The blush didn't go away, didn't fade, just quietly remained with Noct's sweet words.

"When you say it like that, how can I refuse?" he smiled softly.

"Guess that means you'll have to practice with me, every day, right? How terrible that must be," he gave a short laugh. "If practice means I get to be this close all the time, I think I'll be looking forward to it more and more."

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So sad those moments were rare, short, and followed by Noctis being embarrassed. He was human as anyone and quite honestly he was a dork. A complete and utter dweeb and he knew it. He tried his best not to let people know that and give into the impression that he was a stoic but cool prince. He best achieved that by just not talking.

Prompto need not hyper-focus on anything. He could already read Noctis more intimately than anyone else. He knew everything he needed to know, they both just needed to relax. For now, Noctis would try to occupy Prompto's mind with conversation but maybe a worry ring would be helpful. It may double as a promise ring if Prompto chooses.

"We both do. It's not a big deal." they were both hopeless about it too. Noctis just had thicker shields between the stimuli and his anxiety.

He let Prompto play with his hands, enjoying such a simple but intimate touch. They'd reached a higher level of intimacy than before. At first, after Prompto's heat, he was so careful about his affectionate gestures. Every touch and kiss had to mean something or be for a reason. But now it could just be for nothing, just idle touches.

He smiled at his lover. "Oh yeah, we'll leave the furniture like this. You can see the TV from here, can't you?" it was too far away for Noct but they could still play video games from the couch. "Maybe you'll learn to love it. Maybe we can just... do it here all the time, then the ball will be just like at home. No big deal."

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It was true, Noct hid his anxiety much better, but it was there, all the same. Prompto wished he could do more to help ease it at times, and was getting better at noticing the telltale signs, and asking for help was something they both struggled with plenty.

"Yeah, someday I'll get as good as you at playing it cool at these things," Prompto vowed, twining their fingers together and giving a gentle squeeze.

As for the furniture, he gave a lopsided grin. It wasn't exactly a great aesthetic, pushing everything to the walls.

"From this far? Yeah, my distant eyesight is great. That's why I kick your ass at those shoot-em-up games all the time," he winked, making a finger-gun with his unoccupied hand and pretending to fire a couple times. Up close, things were harder to focus on, but that's what contact lenses were for.

"Before you know it we'll be a proper fairy-tale couple. Capable of breaking into song and dance at a moment's notice," he gave a short laugh, relaxing into Noct's arms.

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They both had work to do in the anxiety department. Noctis also needed to work on his communication. Not his skills necessarily just doing it at all. He didn't tell Prompto his feelings enough, or anyone for that matter. The few times he explained them to Prompto were the only times he ever discussed how he felt. He had to be better, else they might end up here on the couch having a talk more often.

"Maybe not. I don't think being like me is a great plan even for me. I shut a lot of people out." linking their fingers he looked at his lover and pressed a gentle kiss to his knuckles.

"You never miss. Even on the shooter at the arcade that is broken." he swears it is because he can't win on it to save his life. Noctis prided himself on setting high scores but he couldn't get past that one's final boss. If he even managed to get that far most of the time. He had to concede Prompto was the better shot even if he blamed the machine.

"I dunno about singing. I'm not good at it. You are, but not me..." he could play the piano but he wasn't really thrilled to do that either. "You can sing. If you have to." he hugged Prompto close and pet his hair back.

"No matter what happens... this is our safe place... right?"

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Noct had a way of making him feel like he was home in a way that his house with his foster parents never had. His arms were safe and warm and Prompto could feel his worries start to ebb away. His smile was soft as Noct kissed his knuckles and he reached up to press one against Noct's jawline.

"Careful, that's my boyfriend you're talking about," he squeezed their hands together once more, "I think it makes you... a good judge of character. You notice a lot about others that they don't see themselves. You don't always have to talk for hours to make a connection. We can have a great time and never say more than a few words."

He wasn't sure if his words were helpful or not, but Noct was an incredible person and he hoped he could see that. "Besides, if you need someone to be obnoxiously cheerful and annoy people until they have to be our friends, I'm definitely here to help. Worked for us, right?"

Prompto couldn't explain his knack for ranged weapons, even if they were only in video games, but it was one thing he could take a little pride in. Not a terribly useful skill, but hey, he'd take what he could get. He'd take a pistol over those oversized weapons Noct and Gladio were always flinging around. Some of them were bigger than he was, no exaggeration. Prompto blew on the end of his finger-gun, winked, and pantomimed setting it back in a holster.

"Imagine the looks on the faces of all those court officials though if you burst into song," Prompto laughed, "their jaws would fall to the floor!"

He settled into Noct's lap, returning the hug and letting his eyes flutter closed as Noct started playing with his hair. He craved this sort of closeness, to touch and be touched, and nothing made him feel more content and wanted.

"Of course Noct. Nowhere I'd rather be."

[starless_sky]

Funny, Prompto did the same thing when he moved in here. This had just been Noct's safe haven, his cave away from other humans. His dwelling full of trash, junk food, and video games. But as soon as Prompto began to live here it was home. More than the citadel, more than even with his dad, he thought...

"Oh? You gonna defend him? You sound scary when you're mad." he purred in response and leaned in to kiss Prompto's face. He wondered what Prompto was like when he was mad... strange that he'd never seen that side of him yet. "You're better at talking people into being our friends than I am." he is aloof and standoffish and... Prompto is anxious too but he can at least be friendly.

Noctis wondered if Prompto might want to train with actual guns. He didn't know anyone in the citadel who specialized in them but they all knew how to work on. The glaives all trained in every weapon type and then chose their favorites. Someone could help Prom if he wanted it. Maybe?

"Oh, they'd be on the floor. You've heard my singing, they'd all be shocked at how bad it is." couldn't carry a tune in a bucket... but he could play the piano. He could play and Prompto could sing. But that wouldn't let him dance... he couldn't get better at singing. Ignis had tried and tried but he just wasn't made for it, sadly. Or perhaps for the better. Now he couldn't be asked to sing in public.

He liked petting Prompto like this. It felt intimate in a relaxed way, one they had to work up to. He relished it now, that he had someone to be this close to, someone that he could tease, joke with, and cuddle.

"Me either... hey... at the ball... I think we should stay in my old room that night. At the citadel. We can escape the party whenever we want and go upstairs. It'll be easier than trying to drive out." traffic will be nuts with people arriving and departing plus all the news vans camping outside would be hard to navigate around.

It suddenly dawned on Noctis that they needed to work on protocol and how to talk to people with Prompto. How to bow and how to refer to someone of the court. Ugh, maybe this ball was asking too much but he just pet his boyfriend's hair and said nothing about it. He'd had enough for one day.

"If only your boyfriend was really nice. He might order out for your dinner."

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It took a lot to get Prompto actually angry. Usually, he was just so glad to have people tolerate him that he'd put up with whatever treatment he was given. Luckily, he'd yet to be around anyone who took advantage of that, and was pretty trusting. Anger really only factored in if someone hurt or bothered his friends and since friend number one was the prince of Lucis, that just... didn't happen all that often, if ever.

"You know it. Super scary, better watch out," he laughed, squirming and giggling as Noct kissed him again. "Guess we'll have to balance each-other out. Good thing I love you."

The thought of Noct belting some out of tune cheesy love ballad in front of a cabinet of well-dressed politicians was a pretty amusing one, but just being able to dance together was enough. Prompto would try, even if all he managed was swaying back and forth to the music as Noctis led.

"Hey, that just means I get to have your amazing singing all to myself," he grinned, bumping against Noct's shoulder and all but purring at Noct's fingers in his hair. He leaned into the gesture, letting his eyes fall closed.

"Yeah?" Prompto hadn't seen much of the citadel, even with how long they'd been together. He just figured Noct seemed to enjoy his time away from all that, to feel somewhat normal, at least for now. Things would almost certainly change after they graduated, but until then, it was nice that they let Noct live a sorta normal high school life.

"I do wanna see it. I bet you had one of those big, fancy, four-poster beds and about a million fluffy pillows," he decided, trying to imagine what it might be like. "Think we'll both fit?"

The idea of someone delivering dinner did sound nice. Iggy wasn't around, and it was always kind of a relief when neither of them had to cook. But Prompto was also trying to be extra careful with the ball coming up, not to pick up too many calories. As long as they didn't pick anything deep fried, it was probably okay. But Noct did love his greasy sandwiches and sweets.

"Hey, my boyfriend is probably the nicest guy in Lucis and spoils me rotten, so I bet he might even get curry if I asked real nice..." he suggested, chewing the corner of his lip. He rarely took advantage of all the things Noct offered, but maybe it was okay to indulge, just a little.

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Noctis could only hope he never triggered that anger. He'd been told the phrase, 'beware the fury of a patient man' and while he himself was a patient man... when it came to anger, Prompto was more patient than he. If he ever snapped it might be frightening. Good thing they were around good people who wouldn't do them wrong. They only had to handle the asshats at school for a couple more years then they could just retire to citadel life.

When Prompto giggled Noctis just kissed him more, trying to make him laugh. "They'll tell stories about you to children, they'll have a name for you."

If that helped Prompto relax or laugh then it was worth it. He would die if he had to sing in public. Just melt into the floor and it wouldn't be redeemable. No amount of flattery could cover how bad he was. But they could dance and even just the casual slow dance was enough for him. He could get used to that here at the apartment.

"Lucky you." silly thing, nobody likes his singing voice. He tucked Prompto's head into his neck as he pet him. All they needed now was a nice hard rain or some out of season snow and it would be perfect. Just stay inside and cuddle up.

"Nah, no four poster. It has curtains though." not that they extended far enough for him to blot out the sun and sleep. He wanted four-poster for that reason that he might use blackout curtains and sleep at all hours. He knew his room might impress Prompto. It was perhaps bigger than this apartment. He had an ensuite of course and his closet was easily the size of the bedroom. But that place, with the golden doors and marble desk... it was cold to him. Unfeeling, he had lots of memories there but this was his home. Prompto was home.

"I dunno, maybe we can't both fit with all the pillows. We can duel for the right to the bed. Can't be a singing competition." his bed was plenty large enough, Prompto need not worry, but that wouldn't stop Noct from teasing.

"Your boyfriend doesn't spoil you nearly enough. And maybe... maaaybe he will get you curry." he smirked "How nice are you gonna ask?" he would get it regardless, his phone was in his pocket ready to fire up one of his delivery apps. He was already imagining what he'd order. Prompto could get curry, he'd probably add a couple mango lassis to the order and some fish curry and garlic naan. And maybe some samosas too.

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Prompto coiuldn't help but laugh as Noct showered him with kisses, his sensitive skin ticklish as he tried to duck into the embrace, hide his face in Noct's chest, but it wasn't enough to keep him from each gentle touch as Noct held him.

"MMm I'm sure I'm the monster under their beds," he shook his head. "Prompto the terrible."

He laughed, imagining some terrible blond, freckled monster sneaking up under children's beds. So very frightening.

"Curtains sound nice. A little privacy if we..." he trailed off, brows raising suggestively. If he and Noct got to hook up after the party, it was all the more incentive to do his best, to show the world he could be a mate worthy of such an incredible alpha. He let his tongue slide along Noct's neck, trailing over his pulse point.

"I promise I won't take up much space," he replied, doe-eyes pleading and wide. "but if we have to battle for the bed, hmmm... guess I'll have to fight you for it, hmmm?"

He giggled again, "name your terms for combat."

As for dinner, Prompto smirked. Compared to his old life, he was living like a princess. Everything he could wish for, Noct provided. When all he really wanted was to be close to his best friend. It was a dream come true. He let his fingers run in slow circles over Noct's chest, looking up with pleading eyes, large and so blue they were almost purple.

"I'll beg if I have to," he licked his lips, teeth grazing over the corner. "Depends on what his boyfriend wants..."

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And as Prompto laughed, he laughed. Even as he kissed Prompto more he was giggling. It was so stupid and he loved it. Their stupid little games that only lovers played.

"We can come up with something better than that. You'd be like... the boogeyman, but worse." a yellow-haired purple-eyed monster that took pictures of you in embarrassing positions and sent them to everyone. The horror.

"I don't want to assume... but I think the chances are very slim that we aren't going to." he shivered as that tongue ran across his neck. Belatedly he shivered. He took a second to realize what it was on his skin and then he smiled slowly. Sexy. That felt nice too.

"Can't be something you're good at, I have to make sure I win. So no singing and no shooters. Or running." he could run but Prompto was fast like an arba. "Hmm... something we can both have fun with." video games or edging, he didn't know which one he wanted. It was all a joke anyway. "How competitive are you feeling?"

Noctis hadn't even gotten him the big things. His own car, his own bodyguards, a whole renovated suite to live in, high-end suits, the latest and greatest cameras. Money couldn't buy happiness but it bought a hell of a lot.

"Aww not those eyes, you know I can't say no to those..." as if he was going to say no anyway. He slides his thumb across Prompto's mouth so he'll stop biting his lip. Then he got his phone out and started an order. He added prompto's favorite green curry soup. "I'm gonna add stuff. Samosas and those mango shakes. Do you want dessert?"