He knows it was probably the dumbest thing he could have said, but he's not good at this, alright? Ravus thinks to be embarrassed for however long it takes Prompto to finish laughing at him. Then, the indignance sets in, and he looks up from averting his gaze to scowl. Only Prompto is suddenly much closer, and Ravus startles out of whatever stewing thoughts of annoyance he had going.
He doesn't stop the blond from climbing into his lap. Oddly enough, that part isn't altogether that odd. Noctis has been making that exact spot a comfortable one a few times now, and Ravus has acclimated to that specific touch better than most. It's comfortable, and neither of the pair weigh enough to be anything more than a warm, soothing weight on his thighs.
So without protest, there's nothing stopping the other man from gently washing the blood from his back. Leaned into him, Ravus can comfortably set his chin on Prompto's shoulder. It's a convenient way to hide the fact his cheeks are colored a dusky pink. The blond is so quick to touch him, and that shouldn't surprise Ravus, given the way he's immediately reciprocated kind touch before. Yet this is far more intimate. Ravus certainly isn't unaware that they're fully nude, and that the soft fur of his groin is nestled between the blond's thighs. Hm-
Ravus stops himself there, the tempo of his heart picking up with just the idea. He focuses instead on the soft hands that trace along his back. Where he can feel them as dull pressure over his scars, and then in much sharper focus nearer the spines.
"Pleasant," he rumbles truthfully, and hopes his voice is as even as he desperately attempts to project. Just like he hopes his real hand doesn't give away his shaky nerves as he brings it up to gingerly rest on Prompto's back. The pads of his fingers sink into the tender muscles still forming below the skin, where delicate, elongated bones are forming wings. Soft pressure, in slow, broad circles to help loosen the tension there. Reciprocation for the way Prompto handles him like Ravus is something precious.
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He doesn't stop the blond from climbing into his lap. Oddly enough, that part isn't altogether that odd. Noctis has been making that exact spot a comfortable one a few times now, and Ravus has acclimated to that specific touch better than most. It's comfortable, and neither of the pair weigh enough to be anything more than a warm, soothing weight on his thighs.
So without protest, there's nothing stopping the other man from gently washing the blood from his back. Leaned into him, Ravus can comfortably set his chin on Prompto's shoulder. It's a convenient way to hide the fact his cheeks are colored a dusky pink. The blond is so quick to touch him, and that shouldn't surprise Ravus, given the way he's immediately reciprocated kind touch before. Yet this is far more intimate. Ravus certainly isn't unaware that they're fully nude, and that the soft fur of his groin is nestled between the blond's thighs. Hm-
Ravus stops himself there, the tempo of his heart picking up with just the idea. He focuses instead on the soft hands that trace along his back. Where he can feel them as dull pressure over his scars, and then in much sharper focus nearer the spines.
"Pleasant," he rumbles truthfully, and hopes his voice is as even as he desperately attempts to project. Just like he hopes his real hand doesn't give away his shaky nerves as he brings it up to gingerly rest on Prompto's back. The pads of his fingers sink into the tender muscles still forming below the skin, where delicate, elongated bones are forming wings. Soft pressure, in slow, broad circles to help loosen the tension there. Reciprocation for the way Prompto handles him like Ravus is something precious.