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“Wow, you look…incredible, Prom.” Noctis said, looking at his boyfriend’s new outfit. A black oversized hoodie with a dark grey tank underneath combined with red tartan pants. The boots were by the front door. The silver belt on the hook of the closet, ready to put through the loops of those pants at any moment. The new outfit was cool. It looked great on his boyfriend. He looked so good that he didn’t want anyone else to see him in it, especially in that studded black leather collar around his neck.
That collar.
And that necklace.
The way it could loop around twice around his neck and look like two of them. He felt compelled to have the chains in his hand and pull tight enough so that it slightly choked him. He swallowed the saliva building in his mouth at that image of Prompto with his back arched and his ass flush with his hips as he held him there.
“..Noct, hello.” Prompto’s voice cut through his dirty thoughts. “Dude, are you listening? I’m trying to tell you about this new gig I got.”
“Oh, um, yeah, I’m listening.”
“Are you?” Prompto turned away from him to look back in the mirror. “You looked like you were off in Lala land. What’s on your mind?”
“Nothing.”
“Liar.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.” Prompto chuckled softly and turned away from the mirror. He advanced towards him. He paused and then burst out laughing.
“Is there something on my face or something?” Noctis asked.
“Yeah, you look all flushed.” He leaned in with a smirk. His expression dark. “Were you thinking about something dirty?”
“Uh, I-” Noctis sputtered for a response. How did he know? “I-I was not.”
“Were too. I can see it written all over your face.” Prompto got closer. “Tell me what you were thinking about. Maybe I can help.” He leaned in and whispered in his ear.
The silver chain touched his naked collarbone. Oh fuck, he was in trouble.