Prompto sighs at the soothing kiss, his shoulders visibly dropping a measure. Noct always knows just how to center him. He's grateful for it.

Clawed him up that good would be what Prompto would call the other back situation. Real good. He got some nice return marks on Noctis, too, though his boyfriend's ones along his freckled skin almost look like his nails were built to make them. Clearly the both of them were pent up, but Prompto had years to catch up on, and a broken heart to heal. It showed with his desperate movements and cries for Noct. He begged for those delicious scratches. Loudly enough he had to smother himself with a pillow to not alert the entire area including their housemates. No regrets.

The rows of little spines may be sharp, but they flex under touch. The sensation of them is completely alien to Prompto, and makes him shudder. "Feels weird. Ughhh, and itchy? Slightly sore?" He huffs, leaning forward and arching his back towards Noct. "This is like, super not normal. Maybe I caught some weird spike disease. Ye Olde Plague?"

He still doesn't fully remember he has the answer. Or perhaps it's denial.