My lucky scrunchie, it helped me pass spanish.

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 It wasn't exactly what the weather called for. Dark storm clouds were on the horizon in Old Lestallum. It was supposed to be nice and sunny so they could get photos of the expo happening here but the storm coming in was making for a nice set of shots too. It took a keen eye and a trained hand to get the play of light in the foreground and darkness looming beyond. 

Professor Petridis stood behind Prompto on the balcony of their hotel room. Their room. The photography expo was such that they were lucky to get this room, or that is what he'd explained to Prompto. He was his star student and he wanted him to get to know people here at the event and he wanted to get to know him better himself. Right now they were practicing wide shots trying to capture the distant weather system. 

Petridis's hands positioned Prompto's arms just so. "Here, like this. yes... wait." he tilted Prompto's shoulders, straightened his back. "Try now." he waited for the shot. "Good, now try another angle." he manipulated his student some more, getting expert shots in no time. Prompto would be able to make a statement portfolio out of those. Even when they'd taken more than enough photos he didn't let go right away. He looked over his protege's shoulder at the camera and disected the shots with him. 

"That's good... that one is excellent. That one can go. This one has good framing but this one is worthy of being your portfolio cover." he went on about each one as his hands moved from the camera to Prompto's shirt. A cool breeze ruffled it as he undid a few buttons and slid his hand inside. 

"Can you smell that rain coming?" his thumb passed over Prompto's nipple. "We better get inside and close the doors." 

 

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Oh quit being so dramatic. Petridis can see the talent and still want to fuck, why not both? Prompto must be sheltered from these kinds of alphas if the thinks this is all predation and nothing to do with his work. Sex and connections don't make a celebrity. Talent has to be part of it as well.

Shifting topics was the same as saying no which would effectively end his career. Was that unfair? Yes, was it the way of the world? Yes. Petridis felt no guilt about it. He was an animal in the jungle the same as everyone else. It wasn't his fault he got good at what he did.

"Shh... not another word about that. Just be yourself." his hand moved up Prompto's body to boop his nose. "How about we go downstairs to see what's been set up?" with that he stepped back and ushered them out of the room. He pulled Prompto along into the elevators, into the ballrooms full of photographers and studios and journalists. All of them happy to see Petridis, all of them eager to meet his new protege. They all knew Prompto's name already.

"You must be Prompto! Andries sent us some of your photos, you're great! You could intern at our magazine if you wanted." he would get a lot of offers just by showing up. A lot of offers to feature his work with credit too. Small jobs of course but the ones that most students would pray for. Just one of them might make a difference for an aspiring student.

Of course, then came speakers, lunch, then the lounge time where Petridis showed Prompto off too everyone, introduced him, bragged about him. The lounges weren't open to everyone and everyone did have a glass in their hands. Petridis smiled and told Prompto to have fun.

"It's safe, you can drink if you want, it's not that strong." he downed glasses like they were punch. His were virgin of course save for a few, he couldn't have his dick not wanting to play later. Everyone was joking, laughing, making new jokes, taking silly shots, talking about their dreams... it was the sort of thing that gave one a big head and a dick full of confidence.

As soon as the party started to die down or Prompto looked like he was feeling it he'd whisk him up to their hotel room and start again: door locked, lights dimmed, the rain was pouring now and slathering on the windows. Petridis helped Prompto into the room, led him to the bed. His hands starting to take things off him.

"Let me help, easy now, don't trip."

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The sudden change had Prompto blinking in surprise. Had Professor Petridis really been okay with his answer? He felt a bit bad for misjudging him, but it wasn't every day an Alpha actually listened to the word, "no," especially when it came though as convoluted and weak as his had been.

He had his doubts, but he followed along, and as the day progressed, his behavior remained the same as he'd always been in class. Friendly, outgoing, easy to get along with. It wasn't long before Prompto was smiling along, the praise from strangers who had seen his work helping his damaged ego. By the end of the day he had more business cards and offers than he knew what to do with, and he joined Petridis at the after-party with enthusiasm and high spirits.

Prompto really only drank around Noct, where he knew he was safe, but it was hard to say no, especially to all these new smiling faces as they offered him drink after drink. The first was always the hardest to get down, but he could feel the tension ebb away with each shot, until laughs came easy and the room felt like a dizzying sea of bright lights and dazzling faces.

He was a small man, and it didn't take much before he'd lost count of how many drinks had passed his lips. Far more than he could remember, but his mind readily supplied that it was fine, Noct always watched out for him when he'd had a few drinks. He barely remembered the walk back to the hotel room, leaning heavily on a pair of strong arms as he stumbled in.

The bed was soft and Prompto was ready to just sink in and let sleep take him, but hands were roving over his clothes, and oh, right, he was still in his nice party wear. They were stuffy and his skin was already overly-warm with the buzz of alcohol, a faint pinkness to his color, like a light blush. He slid out of his shoes and socks, letting them fall haphazardly to the ground. His vest was already unbuttoned, though he didn't remember doing it, and it took a moment for his eyes to focus on the hands that worked each button of his shirt open next.

He was used to sleeping in very little, if anything. Noct always liked to cuddle skin-to-skin, so he rarely wore more than an oversized shirt to sleep in. Prompto missed him bitterly while he was away, but their areas of study were too different, and Noct always encouraged him to chase his dreams.

It was something of a relief as the shirt slid down his shoulders, bathing his skin in the cool air. Much better. He let out a short giggle before he leaned back against the bed, body splayed out in disarray, eyes half-lidded. It would be so easy to just drift off to sleep.

"This was really fun," he admitted, not really talking to anyone but himself. He spoke a little dreamily, still unable to believe it, "they really liked me, huh?"

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Prompto had such a blessed transformation. Petridis couldn't have asked for better. He was trying to help undress and that was so cute. Prompto's hips were lifted and his bottoms dragged down his legs. Pants and underwear in one pull.

Hands moved up Prompto's chest. Fingers squeezed a nipple. Clothes hit the floor. Another weight came on the bed. Alpha pheromones were puffing out in clouds above the bed, above Prompto.

A warm body slid against him. Hands moved into Prompto's hair and a soft voice whispered.

"They love you." Petridis kissed him softly. "They all love you." another kiss. "You did amazing." his hands held Prompto close, his kisses grew longer, alpha pheromone was thick in the air now.