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[ the time is 12:34am and ezio's phone lights up with a message. the name attached is familiar, even if the username isn't, and there are no texts. it's just a pic, the lighting dim but perfect enough to highlight the angles and curves of his body and all of the freckles that are practically everywhere. he's on his knees, tastefully naked, and his free hand – the one not holding the camera – is slowly pushing its way down between his legs.

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[His phone lights up the darkness, emitting a soft buzz as it vibrates against his bedside table, the sound stirring him from his sleep. Reaching over, he grabs the phone quickly, intent on putting it to silent before deciding to glance at the message in case it's something important.

And instantly he's wide awake, eyes taking in each and every inch of the photo he's been sent in the darkness.

The time is 12:46 when Prompto gets a picture in return: Ezio laying in bed upon his back, the covers pushed down low around his hips, top half bare and hair messy. The flash on the camera is enough to capture him in the surrounding dim light, and it makes his skin and features stand out even more.]

You look gorgerous like that.

[ oh...

shit. shit, shit, shit. he hadn't meant to send that to ezio OF ALL PEOPLE. he doesn't want to have a panic attack in the middle of the night, but he's practically on the verge of it despite the pic he gets in return. if he's being honest, he'd always thought ezio was handsome, and what he sees confirms that, teeth digging into his lip as he saves the pic and braves texting back.

he's honestly scared, but you do strange things when you're a little horny. ]

you too
wanna see some other stuff??

[Strange things indeed. Not that he minds, after all, considering just how much he's benefiting from it.

And that picture is definitely going to go into his own personal collection.]

I can think of nothing better than seeing more of you like that.

[ he doesn't know why he's doing this because he just feels crazy right now, but prompto decides to just go with it. settling onto his back, he parts his knees and lifts his hips a little to show just how flexible he can be, using what natural lighting there is to play to the shadows. it does nothing to hide the freckles along his inner thighs, fingertips pressing into his skin. ]

so what do you really think?

[Honestly part of him wants to ask if Prompto got into some arpho by mistake, but it's late and he definitely isn't thinking that clearly. And definitely not with the right head.]

I am wondering where else those freckles might be.

[ if he asks, prompto is definitely going to blame it on that. probably. ]

everywhere i think
but i guess you'll never really know 😉

Tease.

Tell me what I would have to do.

[Probably stop banging Noctis but he can ask.]

[ lucky for ezio, prompto isn't thinking about noct right now. ]

i dunno
use your imagination
what would you wanna do?
what do you think i'd want you to do??

[Are you sure you want to tell him to use his imagination? Are you sure?

Because it's nasty.]

I could take my time and explore you.

I could be on my knees for you, using my mouth.

[ oh damn. is this happening? is he dreaming?! prompto glances at the clock and realizes the hour. maybe if he keeps this going, he can pretend it didn't happen in the morning. or something. ]

you could i guess
i bet your mouth feels really good
but maybe i wanna do that stuff to you

[ he's really into oral, okay. surprise, he's not shy about some things. ]

[Oh yeah Prom, this is definitely happening. You are definitely sexting with Ezio.

And the best part? Is he will definitely act like this never happened come morning.]

You would look so good on your knees for me.

With my fingers in your hair and my marks on your neck.

[ this is fine. this is all... fine. he thinks. if they forget about it in the morning, it won't be a big deal. it's not like it's going to happen again, right? right. ]

you gonna show me how you like it?
slow or fast or

[ prompto bites at his lip, hating his life choices right now. might as well go all the way. metaphorically speaking. ]

bet i could make you come with just my mouth

[Right.

Until one night when Ezio decides to repay the favor. But why worry about the future when you can panic about now?]

Hard.

[Okay that wasn't an option but whatever he does what he wants.]

Would you let me come on that pretty face of yours if you can?

[ they're clearly good at abiding by whatever unspoken rules there are between them. ]

hard then
i wanna take all of you in
as much as i can

[ is it weird that he's excited by this? prompto snaps off a quick selfie, his fingers pressed between his lips and mouth open so ezio gets a nice view of his tongue licking at his fingertips. it goes without saying that he can never show this to anyone. ]

and yeah
come on my face
i don't mind if that's what you want

[The Unspoken Bro Code is timeless. Apparently, there's also an addendum about sexting each other.]

I want to hear you moan my name and tell me how good I taste.

[... Damn. For someone with so little self-esteem you are really good at this, Prompto.]

And when you are done I want to see how good you would look riding me.

[ his self-esteem has nothing on his sexting game. besides, the screen is like an added layer of protection; ezio can't actually see him, and he isn't going to unless he somehow breaks into his apartment.

also, he doesn't have to regret typing out these words with that in mind either. ]

are you saying you wanna fuck me?
wanna know how it feels or
do you just wanna watch me make myself come

[ scratch that. his embarrassment has reached epic levels of no return. maybe he should stop before this gets bad. ]

[Prompto.

He's an assassin. One who regularly uses windows to enter places instead of doors. If you honestly think he won't boy are you wrong.]

Would you be good and let me tell you what to do? How to use your fingers until you're almost there.

Before I put you on your knees and fuck you.

[ he knows that. he's just living in a world of denial right now because he has no idea what he's doing or why they're doing it. ]

i'm always good
so so good
i can show you how good i am if you give me a chance
please

[ this. needs. to. stop. ]

show me what you wanna do to me

[Denial is not a river in Eygpy, Prom.

Did he just? Hit on some secret kink? Like do you get off on praise because he is so into this right now.]

Let me hear you beg for it.

[The text is followed by another picture, this time those covers are pushed down and away, his hard cock bending upwards, hand wrapped around the base.]

And I will give you anything you want.

[ if it's a kink, it's so secret prompto doesn't even acknowledge it. he honestly can't think straight because... well, maybe it's because it's really late now and he's really turned on from this. the pic doesn't help either because – oh wow. yeah, ezio just sent him a dick pic. okay, he needs to get his head together and just... do something.

prompto rolls over onto his side, wishing he'd had his camera set up for this, but... he can work with it. rather than a pic, he sends ezio a video this time. it's surprisingly composed for how much he's shivering, the sound of his breathing coming through the audio as his fingers trace over his chest and then down to grip himself. ] Please... [ the blush that floods his entire body is hot. so hot. ] You can have me any way you want. Just fuck me.

[ is that enough begging? he doesn't think he can actually do more because he's talking to himself for the video and not a call or anything like that. prompto sends it short after and tries not to melt into his bed from embarrassment and arousal. ]

[So. This is possibly - probably? No, this is definitely the point where he should put a stop to this. Put a stop to it and ask why Prompto was even doing this to begin with.

But he clicks on that video and every other rational thought goes directly out of his mind because damn. He actually says the word out loud, a low whisper that fades into the darkness. Teeth sink into his bottom lip and he has to stop himself from reaching down and stroking his still hard cock.

Unfortunately, Ezio isn't as good at angles as Prom is, so it's a little less elegant. But he does have that voice going for him, and it's low and deep as he speaks, camera mostly focused on his mouth.]

You sound so good when you beg. [There's no embarrassment there, just the same cool confidence he carries in everything else.] Put those fingers to better use and get yourself ready for me.

[ this... isn't happening. but it is? he can't get his head around why either, especially when he's pretty sure this isn't going to go anywhere. he shouldn't answer. he should just turn his phone off and take a super cold shower with the hope it'll calm him down enough to sleep. he should give this up now. but —

nope. no. he's going to keep going. he's just going to give ezio the best show of his life and never speak of it again.

rather than reply right away, prompto takes his time trying to set up the angles as best he can for a good view. he sets his device on the table next to his bed and only sets it to recording when he's actually managed to find some lube he can use to do as ezio's asked. this is something he's never actually done for anyone else before, so with his ass to the camera it's impossible to see the blush burning his face when he spreads his knees and lets his fingers drift back behind him to low-key tease himself open.

a quiet sound escapes him, and he gets so into it that he almost forgets that he's recording, biting back a low moan before leaning over to send it back to him. they could probably just make this a video call, but prompto needs this layer of protection to keep from dying of embarrassment. ]

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