His suits weren't particularly valuable to him. He had a ton and he'd have a ton more. Hell, designers gave them to him in hopes he'd wear them out. By tradition he was supposed to part ways with this suit. Can't wear things twice. Not that he followed that rule.
He moaned too when Prompto pulled off him. He felt so wet and sticky but quickly he hoisted his pants up and buckled his belt.
Prompto was a mess. Pants on one leg, then clearly looking like he was about to embark on a walk of shame. Rumpled half buttoned shirt, too-tight pants, no tie... His vest wasn't buttoned at all. It was hot as hell.
"I think I see it." deep in the well by the gas pedal. Noctis retrieved it and handed it over.
"Put that on and let's go upstairs. Quick. I gotta get out of this suit. It's hot."
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He moaned too when Prompto pulled off him. He felt so wet and sticky but quickly he hoisted his pants up and buckled his belt.
Prompto was a mess. Pants on one leg, then clearly looking like he was about to embark on a walk of shame. Rumpled half buttoned shirt, too-tight pants, no tie... His vest wasn't buttoned at all. It was hot as hell.
"I think I see it." deep in the well by the gas pedal. Noctis retrieved it and handed it over.
"Put that on and let's go upstairs. Quick. I gotta get out of this suit. It's hot."