It was intoxicating in its own way, the soft strands of hair in his hand, those lips he'd wanted to feel pressed against his, it was better than he could have imagined. A few minutes of kissing, or longer, he couldn't be sure, Noct was pulling back, but leaning in to rest on his shoulder.

Prompto sucked in a breath, cheeks red and flushed from a blush. He was never going to get over the blushing at this rate.

He didn't know what to say to this, so instead he ran his fingers through Noct's hair, still comfortably on his lap, even though that had to be heavy. Perhaps he shouldn't say anything at all, only they couldn't sit there forever, they had to make it back home somehow.