The Regalia purred along the road like a beast tamed only by the touch of royalty. You’d long lost count of how many hours had been spent cruising across the vast landscapes of Eos, chasing a new goal each day and hoping the fuel tank could hold out just a little longer. This time was no different. You had barely left the cozy hotel from the night before and already found yourself back in the leather interior, wind slicing through the open roof, sun beaming down, and the scent of the dusty road blending with that ever-present whiff of Prompto’s cologne beside you.

Gladio was in the passenger seat up front with Noct in the backseat directly behind him, snoozing. Ignis, behind the wheel as always, drove with the calm patience of a saint, laser focused on the road.

That left you and Prompto in the backseat.

He was leaned back, arms relaxed over the seat, sunglasses perched on the tip of his nose as he hummed to himself along with the music. You turned toward him, quirking a brow. “You’re looking comfy.”

Prompto smirked. “Trying my best out here. Long roads call for ultimate lounging.”

“Mind if I join?” you asked, voice teasing. You were already shifting onto his lap before he could react. With a soft giggle, you let your back rest against his chest, arms lazily draped over his as he instinctively wrapped them around your waist. He didn’t question it. Not for a second.

“Well, hello there,” he murmured into your ear, his breath warm against your skin.

“Hi,” you smiled, sinking into him. “Long ride ahead. Figured I’d make it a little more tolerable.”

His chuckle rumbled through his chest and into your back. “Tolerable? Babe, you’re making it the best ride ever.”

You nestled in closer, relaxing as the scenery passed in golden streaks and rolling hills. The road curved, dipped, and swerved beneath the Regalia’s tires—but it was the comfort of Prompto’s arms that grounded you. He rested his chin lightly on your shoulder, occasionally pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck. You swore you could feel him smiling against your skin.

But soon enough, the road changed. The terrain grew uneven, the wheels dipping in and out of shallow potholes and poorly patched stretches of pavement. At first, it was just a slight jostle here and there—nothing out of the ordinary.

But then came the bigger bumps.

With every bounce, your hips lifted a little off his lap, only to come back down… hard.

Prompto froze behind you.

You didn’t think much of it at first—until you felt the subtle way his fingers flexed against your waist. How his breath hitched in a way that felt just a little off. Curious, you shifted slightly, readjusting your seat on him. Another bump. You came down harder this time, unintentionally grinding right over that vulnerable, very sensitive area between his legs.

He let out the softest gasp.

You blinked. “Everything okay back there?”

“Y-Yeah!” he squeaked, “All good! Peachy! No problem at all! Ha ha…”

You didn’t entirely buy it, but you shrugged and leaned back again. “Alright, if you say so.”

The car continued on, and so did the bumps. And with every single one, Prompto visibly tensed. His arms were no longer relaxed around your waist—they were stiff now, hands gripping you like you were the last thing tethering him to reality. His breathing turned shallow, as if trying not to react, trying so hard to keep himself composed.

Poor guy was suffering. Silently. Utterly flustered.

You had no idea.

You turned your head slightly. “You're sweating so much, thought you said you were fine?” You blinked, brows furrowed.

“I’m fine, really.” he mumbled, resting his forehead lightly against your shoulder to hide the raging blush on his face. His whole body was hot. Embarrassed. Utterly undone by a few bumps and the cruel gravitational pull of your weight pressing right where it shouldn’t be pressing.

And still, you sat blissfully unaware.