[He opens his mouth to protest, before he glances to Nyx then the offered skewer. Prompto takes a moment, as if deliberating something. Then there's a light of mischief in those blues, a grin teasing at his lips.]
Make it up to you, huh?
[Leaning in, with not an ounce of shame, lips parting as he takes some of the meat into his mouth, gaze flicking upwards at the man and it was nothing short of coy the way he takes it in his mouth, then slowly biting down into it. Juice and sauce staining his lips, a little running down his chin as he pulls back, taking the skewer with him.
Fingertips toying with the stick, free hand wiping off his chin.
And never once did he break eye contact.
Pulling off the bitten meat, chewing thoughtfully before he swallows. Tongue darting out to clean pretty pink lips.]
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Make it up to you, huh?
[Leaning in, with not an ounce of shame, lips parting as he takes some of the meat into his mouth, gaze flicking upwards at the man and it was nothing short of coy the way he takes it in his mouth, then slowly biting down into it. Juice and sauce staining his lips, a little running down his chin as he pulls back, taking the skewer with him.
Fingertips toying with the stick, free hand wiping off his chin.
And never once did he break eye contact.
Pulling off the bitten meat, chewing thoughtfully before he swallows. Tongue darting out to clean pretty pink lips.]
I think I can do that, yeah.