Fics like clean high, dirty low

But Prompto wishes he could know more about Black Haired Hottie in 3234. When Prompto’s eyes peer into the glass, he can see the story of the latest big game streaming across the screen—Prompto can’t wait to go home and play more for himself; but there’s an ache in his chest that wishes he could spend time with this guy and watch him play, instead. Prompto can observe the floor-to-ceiling shelves of comics, manga, action figures, and other game and anime merch—this guy is totally Prompto’s type. He’s geeky and gorgeous...but Prompto’s perpetually trapped on the other side of the glass, like some sort of twisted zoo. Hottie’s couch is luckily situated facing away from the window, so all Prompto can see is the wild spikes of black hair, and pale slope of bare neck and shoulders. Prompto doesn’t know if Hottie’s too lazy to dress, or if his internal temperature runs high—either way, he’s not complaining. Hottie is lean but built, so obviously Beefcake’s gym routine is paying off. Prompto sighs wistfully and leans back before Hottie can turn over his shoulder; he dips his squeegee into the soapy bucket and gets to work.

Fics like clean high, dirty low

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