[ He really had thought this wasn't going to be that big a deal.
It's just one of those things, common knowledge by now, how alphas and omegas have these... cycles. Health teachers like to try to equate it to beta girls and their periods, but it's weirder than that, tied intrinsically to the sex instinct, and... well, frankly, there's not a lot of good information out there. But there's stories, of course. There's whispers between other omegas, about these heats coming on so suddenly, how they feel like you're tearing in half from between the legs outward; the thickness of your scent, the uncomfortable heat inside, the wetness,, the desperate clawing need.
Prompto had, honestly, always just assumed people were being a little dramatic. It couldn't be that bad. Even Noctis had chuckled along while he'd said as much, amiably agreeing that maybe Prompto might handle it better than most.
Noctis... an unusual sort of "companion" for someone like Prompto to have. An improbable friendship considering that Prompto is very nearly half Noctis' age (not to mention the fact that he's an alpha), but he's easy to talk to; there's something about him that calms Prompto's usually-haywire nerves, he's kind and warm and funny and weirdly they have a lot of the same interests, and-- he's. Incredibly attractive. And Prompto has a gigantic crush on him that he's pretty sure he's lowballing the seriousness of. And...
And he's not entirely sure that it's one-sided. It feels egotistical to think so, but... lately, there have been more hands on shoulders, the small of his back, a pat on a knee or just a little too high on a thigh. There have been more flirtatious words. More shivers down his spine at a catch of the man's scent. Prompto keeps pushing the boundaries (he can't help it, he wants to see), even going so far as to sit in Noctis' lap while showing him a few photos he'd taken, and Noctis had not only taken it in stride, but... seemed amenable? He'd wrapped an arm around Prompto's waist, smiling slyly like it had been the most natural thing in the world.
That smile, his voice, his scent-- all currently at the forefront of Prompto's mind as he pumps his angry-red cock in his hand, desperately seeking some release, some relief from these increasingly vicious twists of arousal in his gut. His heat. His first. And damnit, everything everyone had ever said about it had been right. He's panting like he can't get enough air into his lungs, and this touch isn't enough-- even knowing it isn't going to help, he jams his other hand down between his legs, pushing three fingers through all the wet into his body, trying to build up any sort of satisfying feeling. He jolts, hips snapping down, and a shudder of an entirely-too-mild orgasm floods through him (literally, going by the sudden mess truly coating his hand), leaving an even hungrier burn behind it. It's torture.
Torture that, he finally decides, he can't weather alone. Prompto untangles himself, flinging himself from the chair into his bed, hissing and trying to curl into a position that's at least somewhat comfortable, wiping his hands haphazardly on the blankets in order to grab his phone and not make it completely disgusting.
And his stupid hands are shaking too badly to text properly. He manages to get out a 'help', but quickly realizes how stupid that is, and instead-- he calls. ]
Please don't be too busy. [ One ring. ] Please don't be too busy. [ Two. Another sharp coil of arousal twisting through his guts and tightening makes him whimper, makes him push a hand down between his legs again, humping hot and wet against it and the bed. ] Please, please, Noct.
[Noctis spared a glance at his phone. Honestly if it was ringing, it was more than likely some business or another he'd rather ignore. Let it ring, they'll hang up eventually and realize they should have sent an email to him all along. It was an idle enough moment, though, the distraction was enticing.
It was an unexpected notification splashed across his screen-- "Prompto" and a line of interspaced chocobo and star emoji. He probably shouldn't have let the kid put his own contact in. Someone was liable to get the wrong idea about it one day. It was weird, though. Prompto never called, if he could text and he never texted if he could send weird photos and videos instead through apps that, honestly, Noctis just didn't understand.
There was a lot about Prompto that confused Noctis. Such as, why this incredible spot of sunshine was willing to spend so much time with him. There had to be someone else more deserving of his enthusiastic, optimistic joy. Honestly.
Somehow, there wasn't. Just a world that had ignored this perfect boy. There was something intrinsically unfair in that. For all the eyes and attention that had been on him his whole life, he couldn't help but understand the isolation, though. They'd become fast, easy friends through that unspoken connection.
Maybe a little too fast. Definitely too easy. Maybe Noctis should have been more responsible than getting so close to such a young omega. He might not be a textbook alpha, but if he was honest with himself, he was still a damn good example of one. So it hadn't exactly been a surprise when he started noticing Prompto acting a little flirty. He could understand that. So it stood to reason that it wasn't entirely his fault that it came so naturally to reciprocate the gestures. Let his hand linger a little too long on Prompto’s shoulder, simple things.
Oh, but how well Prompto had responded to that give and take. Acting like it was such a simple and natural thing to slide into Noct's lap and drape and arm around his shoulders. Noctis should have said something, done anything to put the distance back between them that he knew was the right thing to do. But, instead, he'd put and arm around that pretty, trim waist and leaned in closer to look at whatever photos Prompto was showing him that day.
He felt bad he couldn't remember them. Normally, Prompto's own passion and energy pulled Noctis into a matching enthusiasm, but all he could remember was how perfect it felt having Prompto so close. How nice his warmth was. How nicely their scents mingled and how nice his mark would look torn into that pale skin. He'd swallowed down that last fault fast-- no no no. He wasn't an animal, those instincts could stand to stay silent, thank you. He really hoped it was just some alpha reaction he couldn't control at least. That's that he was telling himself everytime his fantasies turned a little brighter blonde, a little shorter, a little more freckled and smiling as they begged him Please, please.
Just. Alpha instinct.
Kid hadn't even had his first heat yet.
It was cute, though, the bravado he had about the most inescapable part of this whole package. What's the big deal? Can't be that bad! Noctis had laughed and agreed, because, why not? Maybe Prompto's get lucky, be one of those omegas that have nice mild heats. Noct wasn't sure he'd ever met one of those few, but they had to be out there. He'd left out the details of his own ruts, the driving desire that clouded his mind, the stifling headaches, the burning fevers. Unimportant details, when he could be imagining Prompto instead.]
Hello?
[Noctis did his best to keep his tone worried, but not too concerned. Level, but not uncaring. It was totally inappropriate how proud he felt that, whatever was happening, whatever emergency had obviously struck in Prompto’s life, he was the one Prompto had called. He was coming to him for help. Noct's heart swelled with a protective pride. Prompto trusted him. No one ever trusted Noctis with anything, but now that curse had broken.
Except, he couldn't exactly make out much on the other end of the line. If anything, it just sounded lewd. Heavy breathing (was that Prompto? God, that sound would fuel his dreams for a long time, no no no. This wasn't meant for him, something had to be a mistake. Just accidentally called him in a. Private. Moment. Maybe. Noctis felt a blush creeping up his neck. He tried. speaking up, promising he'd hang up if there was no response. Any second now. Stop listening to that breathing, those faint, wet sounds. Oh.]
[ Hearing Noctis' voice does two things all at once: first, the relief is so palpable it makes something lurch in Prompto's chest, makes his breath stagger in an entirely different way. There's that faint concern, the gentle nudging in the older man's tone to seek out what exactly is going on that made Prompto actually call him, and it... he almost doesn't know how to respond to it. It's foreign, in a way; so few people had ever shown him any sort of consideration in the first place, fewer yet very much cared to know if anything was going on with him. Over time, he'd stopped even trying to seek it. But Noctis... Noctis sees him somehow. Considers him. Cares. And gods if that doesn't make his heart trip all over itself, in some combination of gratitude and something closer to love than he's at all willing to admit. (Yet.)
Second, however: that low, sonorous voice sends a rush down Prompto's spine, hot and fast and slamming into the dense pit of need between his legs, and he only just bites back a moan. Even through the shitty earpiece, the faint crackle of a not-totally-sturdy connection, Noctis' voice seems to resonate at exactly the right frequency to edge under his skin and shiver along his nerves-- and it's just making everything worse.
He gives another helpless grind into his hand underneath him, squeezing around his aching cock, rubbing his palm into the wet head-- and that. That does tear that moan from his throat, quiet and bitten as it is.
Fuck, right, he's supposed to say something, rather than just drag on what must sound like a dirty prank call. ]
'M here. Noct... Noct, are you busy? Tell me you're not busy. [ It's hard to speak coherently. It's hard to do anything that isn't trying to take the desperate edge off these relentless waves of arousal. ] I need help. [ Not enough, not enough-- a frustrated little gasp, and Prompto pushes himself up onto his knees, leaning his weight on the arm holding his phone to his ear, while the other shoves under to curl up past his cock, behind his balls, sinking two fingers effortlessly inside of himself again. He scissors them apart, crooks them inward until his wrist hurts, still all to very little avail. Another little noise escapes him, a near sob of frustration. ] I need your help, Noct.
[Noctis was glad he'd stepped out of the room as he'd picked up the phone, there was clear evidence stirring in the front of his pants of exactly what he was imagining on the other end of the phone line. He took up a brisk walk, hoping no one would notice through the concerned look on his face. Prompto must have dialed by mistake. (Noctis' brain was in overdrive, concocting an elaborate scenario where Prompto had voice dialing set, was fantasizing something that involved moaning Noct's name) A quiet gasp, breathing, a clipped off moan tapering into a quiet whimper.
Noctis' conscious finally almost caught up with him, had him ready to end the call when finally Prompto's voice broke out over the speaker. If not for everything else he'd heard, Noctis would have assumed the boy had been crying.
I need your help, Noct.
It was such a desperate plea, Noct felt his heart honestly break a little.]
Are you okay? Prompto?
[Did he say something? About what he'd heard? About what it sounded like. Noctis kicked himself. What if something really was wrong, and here he'd been, a pervert about it instead. Absolutely thinking the wrong thing about the wrong person.
He'd never forgive himself if something had actually happened to Prompto. A heavy swirl of almost nameless emotions washed over Noct. No. He'd try harder, he'd do anything to protect that boy. Keep him closer to him.
At the same time, he was pretty sure he hadn't misinterpreted those sounds. Another broken moan, a little more desperate but tinged with the sort of frustration that Noctis hated to admit was becoming very relatable at the moment. Something would have to be very seriously wrong for that sound to not enter the lexicon of Noct's dreams.]
[ Prompto can hear the faint strain to Noctis' voice even through the concern, but can't parse it-- he can't parse anything, he can't think of anything outside this moment, his higher functions all submerged under the instinctive desperate need for relief. He drags his hand back sharply, yanking his fingers free with a (frankly, somewhat disgusting) wet noise and a few thick strings of slick clinging to them, only to curl them around his cock again, hips snapping forward, fucking into the tight vice-- and as expected, it doesn't help at all. It's ridiculous how empty his body feels, how badly it's craving something to fill him up properly.
No, not just something. Someone. An alpha, whose arms are so warm, whose scent complements his own so well, whose knot would feel so good throbbing and filling out inside of him--
Fuck. Prompto whimpers, cursing under his breath as a hot jolt streaks down his spine, plucking at his arousal like a string, every twang feeling sharper than the one before it. He's aching, he's burning. And... Noctis is coaxing him to speak, to tell him what's wrong. (Is it his phone, or had Noctis' voice gotten throatier?) ]
It's-- fuck. Noct, I was wrong. I can't-- [ He swallows hard, and there's so much of the cloying sweetness of his own scent in it that it nearly turns his stomach in a completely different way, and all he can think of-- all he can think of is tasting the heat of Noctis against his tongue, the smoke and spice he'd been slowly becoming so familiar with.
But... he still hasn't actually said what's wrong. Prompto's face is heating scarlet, out of simple embarrassment. ] I'm... it's my heat.
[Heat. A shiver rolled down Noctis' spine, a tension that pulled itself in before dropping into a warm wave of pure arousal. Every ounce of pride he'd felt at Prompto thinking of him in a moment of need transformed into something dirtier-- no virtuous pride, just a smug sort of victory. Prompto absolutely had decided he needed Noctis. It confirmed so much, put so many of their interactions lately into a brilliant new light.
He shouldn't, he needed to do something. Distance. He was older, he had a responsibility.]
Where are you?
[Oh, but he was already replaying those gasps in his memory. Rearranging every fantasy he'd ever had to fill in the blanks with freckles and bright blue eyes. He did have a responsibility. Prompto trusted Noctis enough to call him for help. He should do his best to rise to that, show Prompto that his trust wasn't misplaced at all. That Noctis could take care of him. Would take care of him.
He couldn't risk some other Alpha finding his Omega.
His skin crawled at the thought as he balanced his phone against his shoulder, struggled a little to get his car door unlocked and open. He took a deep breath as he settled down into the driver's seat. Keep a level head, Caelum. Don't take advantage. Don't give in to instinct. Shit.
He'd been burying a lot of feelings lately. Trying to pretend for the sake of keeping their relationship appropriate. If Noctis was going to be honest, he wanted this. He'd hoped for this. He'd love to blame it all on shitty alpha instincts, hormones and chemical reactions firing off in his brain that he couldn't control. But that was a cheap excuse. None of it was ever out of his control. There was a flip side to that coin, wasn't there? He could trust himself. He could trust Prompto.]
[ There had been a moment of silence, just long enough to let Prompto's imagination run away with him in decidedly unpleasant directions. Maybe he'd been reading everything wrong after all. Maybe he'd just sprung this on someone who absolutely didn't want it, maybe Noctis has someone else, someone closer to his own age, maybe he's just scared off the only person that's come to care about him at all--
And then, out of the quiet: Where are you?
Prompto shudders through a relieved sigh, blinking back the sudden burn behind his eyes as the tension unwinds from around his heart. Stupid omega hormones, if Noct feels like calling him on it. Noctis is speaking between the lines; asking where he is confirms that he's coming to find him-- to help him, the way he'd asked for it. All Prompto's anxiety washes away in the surge of fantasies that rush across his mind instead; soon, gods, soon those warm hands will be on his body, those lips on his skin. He can almost feel the scratch of the man's slightly unkempt beard-- at his neck, his abdomen, his inner thigh. The dense, red-hot coil of arousal between his legs wrenches tight again, making his legs quiver, another shameless stream of fluid running down the backs of his thighs as he pants softly against the phone.
Words. Words are a thing. He's about to answer-- when he can hear, on the other end, the unmistakeable sounds of Noctis fumbling with his keys, a couple of failed attempts to get a car door open. Even through the fog of lust, Prompto can't help the staggered moment of breathy laughter that breaks from his chest. ]
Yeah, I'm... I'm at home. Don't crash your car, okay?
[ His knees give out on him; Prompto rolls to his side instead, curling into himself a little, like it might contain this heat that's threatening to scorch him to cinders. He changes tactics again, hand abandoning his cock to dip under and press against his entrance-- and this time, he nudges a fourth finger in beside the third. The extra little burn in the stretch makes him gasp, push them in deeper, riding his hips against them in a rhythm he can't at all sustain. ]
[Prompto laughs a little, the sound a bright break from a situation that Noctis was taking maybe just a little too serious. He'd gotten too much into the mindset of a problem, some emergency he'd need to solve and fix. This wasn't anything like that. This was just a normal, everyday thing between alphas and omega. Totally natural. Noctis took a moment to breathe, return the laughter and the smile. He could picture it, the sort of smile that usually accompanied that breathy little laugh. Tried to imagine himself there too, maybe just leaning away after kissing those just-parted lips. He'd do anything to earn more of those smiles.
Or any of the sounds Prompto was making, really. Did the boy have any idea how vocal he was? If this was how loud he was when he was alone, Noctis was absolutely going to enjoy himself.]
Yeah, shouldn't drive distracted, you know?
[Wow. What a stupid thing to say. He was such an old man. Besides that, it was obvious he was going to be distracted the whole drive, regardless of whether or not he was on the phone.]
You gonna be okay? I'll hurry.
[Okay, maybe it had been a while since Noctis had been with an omega. Or anyone. A long while. Maybe that was fueling a little bit of this desperate need that was aching in Noctis' groin, crawling under his skin, and turning over and over in his mind.
It was something he'd considered before. A topic he'd wanted to breach but couldn't quite figure out how to approach. Maybe not the sex necessarily, but there was a connection he cherished with Prompto. It was a little old fashioned as a concept, but if he'd wanted? It wasn't outrageous for an alpha to take an omega under his wing, lead him, care for him.
Maybe it would lead to marking down the line, but it didn't have to. They could just be together. Like they already were.
[ It's ridiculous. He's ridiculous. Even through the ever-present churn of arousal, Prompto can't help but snort a little bit at the response, the entirely-too-stodgy agreement and the gap of silence that follows where he can almost hear Noctis' dismay. It's adorable, frankly, and the grin on his lips is tugging wider, a little ember in his heart fanning warmer. (Oh, this really is no simple crush, is it.)
Still... there is the unspoken implication that even though he's not going to be on the phone, Noct is going to be plenty distracted on the way over. Prompto's thoughts are spinning out, eyes closing as he imagines Noctis in the driver's seat of his (ridiculously expensive) car, having to shift his legs apart for the heavy press of his thick cock against the seam of his pants, hard and twitching its interest. There's a certain sort of pride in knowing he'd turned Noctis on, even if he hadn't necessarily intended it (and what, exactly, had he thought he was doing continuing to fuck himself on his fingers while on the phone with him if not exactly that?). It's a border they've never crossed. One they've flirted with before, more than once. And now... ]
I'll live a bit longer. [ The words catch on another little gasp as his fingers crook inward slightly, just barely brushing up against that particularly sensitive spot, just enough to send a helpless shudder through his body. Gods, he can't get the angle right at all. He bites his lip to hold back the noise of frustration. When he speaks again, his voice is a little less teasing, a little more honest. ] Seriously though, hurry.
[ They end the call at that point, and the loss of even that mild distraction makes the desperate need all the more unbearable. Now that he knows Noctis is actually on his way here, to hold him, to fuck him-- his thoughts are a mess of filthy fantasies, blurring through his mind at a breakneck pace, leaving only flashes of detail. Noct's tongue laving a long stripe up his neck. A hand squeezing hard around the (embarrassingly) soft flesh of his chest, nipple pinched between two knuckles. Fingertips trailing up through the rivulets of wet cascading down his thighs. The weight of Noctis' body as he pushes in, stretching Prompto's entrance even further around his engorged cock--
Fuck. Prompto curls into himself again, shuddering through another small and completely unsatisfying orgasm, a distinct wet spot forming on the bedspread underneath it. This is hell, but... soon. Soon. He won't have to suffer it alone anymore.
That's really the crux of it, his heart helpfully informs him. He won't have to suffer alone. Noctis is... he doesn't have to do this. He could have anyone, omega or otherwise, and he's coming here to be by Prompto's side. (Of course, there's a little niggle of self-doubt he can never quite get rid of, that not-so-helpfully floats the idea that he's only doing it because he's not an asshole and he wouldn't turn Prompto away, rather than anything deeper than that, but... Prompto swallows it down, trying to land somewhere in between his soaring heart and his disagreeable anxiety. At the least-- he knows Noct cares about him. And that's why he's coming here. Because they have a connection-- they have a way of simply being with each other. Something intrinsic.)
He half-considers putting on a pair of pants before Noct shows up, some instinct to try and make himself and his space presentable, but once he manages to get himself to his feet-- well. There hardly seems to be a point, going by the veritable streams of slick fluid leaking down the insides of his thighs. So he sticks to the slightly-too-large t-shirt, which is long enough to make him (slightly) decent, despite starting to hang off one shoulder. Gods, Noctis has to be close by now, doesn't he? Maybe that's the sound of his car pulling up against the side-street?
Walking is entirely more effort than it's worth; he keeps twitching and doubling over slightly as sharp spikes of lust keep hammering into his guts, but finally, finally he manages to make it to the front door, and... fuck it, he'll just wait here. Who cares if he seems over-eager. He is.
His muddled senses, however, thankfully prove right. Prompto hears an engine cut, and the faint sound of footsteps. (He can almost imagine he can catch the faintest notes of Noctis' scent as he approaches, somewhere through the thick layers of his own.) And finally: a knock on the door. Almost before the light rapping had finished it's rhythm, Prompto is pulling the door open, peeking around the corner just to be sure-- and he's never in his life felt so relieved to see someone as he is to see Noctis now. The door opsns fully. ]
...Hey. [ Now that he's here... he's shy. A blush has taken over his cheeks, and his lips are turned up a little bit in a slightly sheepish smile, his fingers wringing together just for want of something to do. Should he reach out? Should he-- ] Ah, sorry-- here, come on in.
[Noctis sent a quick text to Luna-- some half baked excuse about something coming up, and he had to step out of the office suddenly. He'd claim his dog walker noticed Umbra limping or something. Luna was enough of a sucker for dogs that she'd fall for it willingly.
Now it was just a matter of traffic. Why did people insist on driving so slowly sometimes? Noctis fully knew he was the asshole in a nice car impatiently swerving around between lanes, but yes. He was that guy. At least Prompto was close to his office.
That was how they'd met, wasn't it? That sort of existing in the same orbit. Prompto had seen Noctis at the convenience store down the street. Noctis had saved him once at the arcade, winning a large stuffed bird after seeing the boy was agonizing over his lack of pocket change in the front of the place.
They'd played some stupid light gun game together the rest of the afternoon. It was the first time Noctis had had fun in so long. It reminded him of high school, laughing and smiling with his tie pulled loose and his jacket sleeves rolled up like that.
Prompto had become an easy sort of escape after that. It didn't take much for Noctis to slip away into that world instead, or for him to pull Prompto into his own. There was such a charm in the bald-faced sense of wonder he could pull out of Prompto sometimes. Noctis didn't usually like that feeling of pride, it wasn't like anything he had was really his, he'd just taken over his father's life like he was supposed to but--once a Prompto had grabbed his hand, looked at him in absolute awe and it was an incredible moment. He'd never forget it.
Finally. At least he'd managed to park right in front of Prompto’s house. Was that a bad idea? How was this sort of thing supposed to work? It always seemed more exciting, but somehow simpler in movies.
He hadn't expected to be so nervous when he knocked on the door. Or when it opened, Prompto just barely peeking around the corner.
That scent, though. It was phenomenal, the way it filled Noctis' senses completely. It was sweet, in a different way than Prompto usually scented. Absolutely stronger. Still it mingled with the hard musk and spice of Noctis' in such a lovely harmony, he couldn’t help but hum a pleased little sound.]
Hey. Sorry you had to wait.
[The oversized shirt was cute, Noctis wondered for a moment how Prompto would look in one of his. Making coffee in his kitchen some morning, his thighs just as bare and glistening with slick as they were now. Just as flushed and shy. Coming back to curl up in bed together. Maybe one day.
Those thighs, though. Usually, Noctis saw Prompto in his uniform. Sometimes casual sweatpants and a tanktop, but never so much unbroken skin. It was so pale, soft looking. Still scattered over with freckles. The shine of slick and cum was a filthy detail that brought that shiver back to Noct's spine. Through the sweetness of his scent, the boy smelled like sex. Noctis couldn't resist the tease as he followed Prompto into his house.]
[ It's hard not to let a flustered, pleased smile bloom over his face once Noctis actually stepped across the threshold of the front door. Something about it made the whole thing real: Noct is really here, he'd dropped whatever he'd been doing to come to Prompto's aid when he'd called for him (never mind that there's certainly a perk in it for him, ha). In spite of the anxieties and doubts almost constantly plucking at his mind, he'd placed his trust in this man that somehow, somehow by some miracle actually seems to listen to him and enjoy his company and care-- and Noct had answered that trust. He's here. And...
Oh, his scent. Prompto briefly leans back against the door, as much using his weight to shut it behind them as simply needing to ease the quiver that runs down through his legs; even normally Prompto is quietly obsessed with Noctis' scent, the heavy warmth of it, the threads of smoke and spice that he always wants to tangle himself into and keep for himself. But in the state he's in... gods, it's almost tangible, swirling through his senses and pouring down through his veins, leaving everything in its wake tingling and sensitive, twisting his arousal somewhere even deeper. (He half-considers begging Noctis to take him right here and now, up against the door.)
Noct is saying something, though? Prompto blinks a couple of times, clearing the fog enough to trace back and catch the sly tease about his current state, and his flushed grin pulls a little wider even as that pink deepens another shade. ]
Busy yes. Productive no. [ A double-entendre, of course: Noctis is welcome to interpret it however he likes.
After a moment, he feels confident enough in his shaky legs to push away from the door (even this small distance between them now is maddening, he wants to feel his warmth, his touch, the weight of his body--), but another wave of shyness pulls through him as he starts to move towards his room. Is that too presumptuous...? Of course, it's why Noctis is here, but--
In the end, he doesn't want Noctis thinking he's only using him to quell the drowning waves of his heat. They're burning a lot of the steps here-- it's not exactly a "usual" courtship (though perhaps not unusual between alphas and omegas, either), but the feelings he has for Noct are riding just as high. He's a little bit frozen into inaction for a moment (his brain isn't exactly cooperating through the haze, either), but then finally defaults back to simply getting closer.
It's less than graceful, considering that a sharp twist between his legs makes him stagger slightly, but he pushes forward into Noctis' arms, looping his own tightly around the man's waist. An innocent enough embrace, if it wasn't for the soft moan that escapes his lips, and the way he absolutely can't stop himself from rubbing up against him closer, closer. ]
[It's adorable, the way Prompto is still trying to play it cool. He answers Noctis' little quip after a long pause of looking like he could barely stand upright, and it's all Noctis can do to resist just scooping him up into his arms, maybe carry him back to his car to take him home.
Right, though. This was his home. It was starting to become too easy to think of Prompto as a permanent fixture in his life. Noctis kept overlapping their lives into one ideal that he was going to have to accept just wasn't reality. Maybe, maybe.]
They get easier.
[He was about to step a little closer, catch Prompto if he wobbled in place too much more. But he found his balance, of sorts. There were a few confident steps there, at least. Noctis follows, trying to keep what he assumes is a respectable distance. What if he'd misread something here?
Gods, he'd really just jumped to the conclusion that something physical was what Prompto had asked for, hadn't he? Prompto must have known Noctis could hear everything during that phone call. But still, too many doubts and hypothetical outcomes turned themselves over in his mind. So he stayed hos step back, no matter how much he wanted to let his fingertips drag down that pale, exposed neck. Kiss away whatever goosebumps he pulled to the surface, until Prompto melted into his arms. Help him maneuver out of that shirt so Noctis could finally see him, all of him--
It wasn't the first time Noctis had imagined what Prompto's body would look like. Smooth lines and lean muscle. His imagination never could agree on the freckles. Sometimes they just cascaded over his shoulders, leaving the rest of his skin milky, and unmarred. Other nights they were scattered everywhere, inviting tracing touches to roam over every inch. It would be nice to know for sure .
Assuming that was even what Prompto wanted. Noctis shifted uncomfortably. He'd never been inside Prompto's home before. What a time to visit.]
I'll help you out, okay? Just tell me what you need.
[Real casual, Noct. Act like you didn't have a perfectly clear idea of what you wanted to do to "help". Idiot.
There wasn't exactly time to berate himself completely, since the words had barely formed, were only just leaving his mouth when Prompto was suddenly pivoting in place and practically tripping over his own feet to grab Noctis into a tight hug. Prompto's arms clasped tightly around Noctis' waist, and Noctis could feel him clutching a fist into the fabric of his shirt.
Oh, that moan. Noctis barely held back his own as Prompto pressed closer. There was a surge of the sweet scent, and Noctis knew why. He wasn't wrong, he couldn't be wrong. But if he was, what then?
Noctis rested a hand on top on Prompto's head, gently combing his fingers through it. His hands were shaking, so he settled on wrapping his arms around Prompto's shoulders, and pulling him in as close as he could. He could smell him so clearly, pressed so closely together. Noctis pressed his nose against the top of Prompto's head, let himself enjoy a breath from a world that was filled with just Prompto. It did so much to calm all his doubts. He loved him, didn't he? Somewhere along the line he'd gone and fallen in love with this omega. He wouldn't ruin this.]
[ It's not as though physical affection is in any way foreign to them. It feels like ever since the start of their friendship, there have always been little touches-- a tug on a sleeve to get attention, a playful smack on an arm, a bump of legs if they were sitting next to each other-- that had slowly escalated in both frequency and intimacy as time had gone on. Never crossing any lines, no, no matter how badly Prompto had wanted to push them sometimes (it had always been easy enough to lean against him while they crashed on Noctis' couch to watch a movie or play a game, but he'll never forget Noct lightly dozing off one particularly late night, and the almost overpowering urge he'd felt to lean up, press his lips to the older man's, see if that mouth is as soft as it always looks), but never quite just friendly, either. They exist in a sort of in-between, and normally Prompto loves that; it feels like a space they'd carved out just for themselves.
But now. Now, gods, now he can't ever go back to that. He can't go back to pretending that his heart isn't involved, that this man is the first thing he thinks about in the morning and the last before he falls asleep. That he has starred almost exclusively in Prompto's fantasies of late. That this... this embrace, being held so closely against this alpha (his alpha, gods, please) isn't pretty much the best thing that's ever happened to him. He feels surrounded, tiny and cherished, absolutely drenched in the thick smoke-spice of his scent, and it's the only thing that's made him feel halfway okay since this damned heat started up. There's no point to pretending he isn't in love.
...Not to mention. The little details that filter in through the wave of near-relief. The outline of lean muscle and dip of spine where Prompto's hand is dug into Noctis' shirt. The firm chest his face is buried into. The understated strength in the arms surrounding him. The resonance of his voice. That scent.
Prompto's breath sticks in his chest a little as another little flood of arousal tingles in the base of his skull before meandering its way down through his body to swirl into the agonizing ache between his legs, whipping it into a turbulent rush. His thighs quiver deeply-- gods, all of him does, a brand new surge of wetness gliding down the insides of his legs, enough to drip (almost fucking audibly) onto the floor. He can't at all help the little whine that pulls up from his throat, eyes squeezing shut as he pushes himself up onto his toes, pressing in closer yet.
He'd thought he was needy before, but it's nothing like the wrenching, shuddering desperation that's burning through him now. Prompto knows, on some level, that he's asking a lot of Noctis here, but-- he needs it, needs it, needs it. ]
Noct-- fuck. [ It's a little muffled in Noctis' shirt, a little whimpering. ] I need you. I-- nn-- [ He can feel his face turning redder yet for being so shameless, but-- ] Please...
[It almost burns, the heavy shiver rolling down Noctis' spine as Prompto presses closer, whimpers his way through another surge of that saccharine scent. There'd already been slick dripping down Prompto's thighs before, Noctis licked his lips imagining how much there must be at this point.
To hear Prompto already begging-- what a perfect moment pulled out of his fantasies.]
I want this too.
[He whispers the confession softly, while his fingers still carded through Prompto's hair. Anything he could to to calm the boy's frantic desperation. It was cute, though, he had to admit. Part of him enjoyed the notion that it was his responsibility to soothe and care. He was the only one who could. The only one Prompto trusted and wanted in that. This perfect boy. Had he already known how much Noctis was falling for him?
He carefully peeled back from Prompto, gently brushing his knuckle over his face. He was flushed, sweating and trembling. Noctis wanted to memorize this. Hoped he'd get to see it again. There was a deep pulse of f jealousy at thought that one day anyone else might see this, might touch this soft skin-- he hated it. He let his hands wander over Prompto’s shoulders, down to his waist until he could slide his palms underneath the hem and finally, finally, press his hands into hot skin. It felt like a circuit connecting, a thrill traveling through his nerves that made his head swim. Perfect, perfect.]
Come on, let's get you comfortable. So I can take care of you.
[ Prompto's always had a way of second-guessing himself, even as stubbornly he pushes forward into whatever plan he'd laid out. He'd gotten this far-- calling on Noctis to help him, begging him, knowing fully well the man's innate kindness wouldn't allow him to leave Prompto to suffer, knowing what that means for the places their relationship has never gone-- all with the underlying, clawing anxiety that he may very well be ruining everything. Yes, it had been easy enough to get Noctis here, but had he just played on his concern to get what he wants? Is an overly needy, almost-twice-younger virginal omega something that Noctis even wants? Surely it's odd enough for him already to have such a close friendship with a boy so much younger than him, but this--
Noctis wants this too.
It's actually incredible, how much those four simple words completely untangle the snarled pit of anxiety that had scraped and dug itself into his guts even through the molten, churning liquid of his arousal. His breath releases in a small, shivering sigh, his relief maybe a little too noticeable as he faintly nods-- he feels like he's lifting further into Noctis' arms, suddenly absurdly light, freed from whatever forces of gravity had been keeping him on the ground. Noctis wants him. He does.
Which he proves again a moment later, finally letting himself touch the omega in his arms. Noctis starts to pull away slightly, and Prompto starts to make a noise of protest, but-- it's only as far as the alpha needs to go to get a proper look at him, tenderly stroke a bead of sweat off a flushed cheek before moving downward. Prompto's nerves track the warm weight of Noct's hands as they glide slowly down over the t-shirt, just enough to press into the pinched-in curve of his waist, before-- before pushing his fingers up underneath the hem of the shirt, dragging it upward as he flattens his palms against skin.
He'd be embarrassed-- the shirt tugging up obviously leaves him exposed from the waist down, and even if Noctis can't necessarily see it from this angle, being as close together as they still are he may very well feel exactly how hard Prompto's cock is, how hot, leaking in its own right-- but gods, having those warm hands finally, finally on his oversensitive skin (after so many weeks, month, fantasizing about exactly this,) wipes away any other reaction. He arches, gasping; it's like Noctis is lighting a fire inside of him just with the palms of his hands, dragging it through his body, his nerves all igniting and surging to the surface. Fuck, if even just this feels so good...
He hears Noctis gently urging them on. Offering to take care of him. And there is no denying at all the helpless twin surges of adoration and lust at the implication of it.
Prompto nods a little bit, biting his lip slightly, suddenly shy-- it's awful disconnecting, but he gently grabs at one of the hands on his waist and steps back on shaky legs, face flushing a little deeper as he finally gives the older man a light tug in the direction of his room. ]
Here... this way.
[ Moving is a special sort of near-impossible for how weak his arousal has him, but in small steps and little pulls, he finally guides them into his modest but comfortable room, still heavy with the scent of sex from all his agonized attempts at quelling the desperate waves of lust-- and he releases Noctis' hand with a slightly apologetic sound. ]
Sorry, I just-- [ He veritably collapses into the bed, like his legs simply couldn't keep him upright anymore-- but after a moment, he rolls over, holding his arms out for Noctis. For his alpha. ] Come here...?
[Prompto had a habit of grabbing Noctis' hands, leading him around and channeling his enthusiasm through that physical link. This shy little pull was absolutely nothing like those innocent moments, it was so much more tender, and the energy between them was thicker, more electric, it hung a tension in the air that Prompto pulled them both through.
It was Noctis' turn to reel when they reached Prompto's room. He was nearly overwhelmed by the layers of scent built up there. He hardly noticed Prompto releasing his hand until he'd already flopped onto his bed with a little sound of defeat.
Shit. What a perfect sight. Prompto was beautiful, his shirt had ridden up, exposing him completely. His flat stomach, his long, slender legs, his chest just a little softer and fuller than usual (totally normal when an omega was in heat. Noctis would be lying if he tried to deny that he loved it. It looked especially good on Prompto’s frame.) All evidence of his attempts at satiating himself were out in the open-- his cock dripping against his stomach, his slick-smeared thighs spread just enough to offer a glimpse of his entrance, pink and obviously stretched.
The omega shifted positions, and stretched out his arms, reaching for Noctis. Well. that was an impossible invitation to turn down. Noctis slid onto the bed, let himself roll into Prompto's embrace again. He nuzzled against Prompto's neck, pulled by some combination of instinct and convenience. He let his teeth just graze over the swollen scent gland, just enough to satisfy that want to bite and possess. He let himself slide into that comfortable warmth as Prompto’s scent coated his tongue. His omega, finally, here and ready for him.
He leaned back, just long enough to tug Prompto's shirt off. Gorgeous. Noctis perched himself above Prompto, straddled over the boy. His pants were going to end up ruined, but that was hardly a concern when Prompto looked like that. His hair was tousled, and his skin flushed with some mix of arousal, exertion and the low level embarrassment that just seemed to be Prompto's life sometimes. The freckles - - they fell somewhere in between his fantasies, just a light spray across his skin that collected in pools at his shoulders and hips. They were cuter than he could have imagined. Noctis licked his lips as he surveyed every inch of the boy beneath him. It stirred a hunger in the pit of his stomach, made his cock throb, and tapped into a possessiveness that Noctis rarely felt so clearly.
This was his. No one else had ever seen this.
He ran his palms over that smooth skin, lingering over cute, pink nipples and squeezing the softness there appreciatively. He let his hands rest on Prompto’s hips, thumbs pressed into the hollow of his hip bones.]
Well? What do you wanna try first?
[It was too easy to tease. Noctis was more than ready to take control, but there was a satisfaction in pulling the words and thoughts from this perfect boy]
[ There's a moment, just as Noctis crawls into the bed and into his awaiting arms, that Prompto feels truly surrounded by his alpha. Engulfed not only in the thick spice-musk of his scent, but in his warmth, the weight of him. For those brief few seconds, Prompto slides his arms up around the man's shoulders, weakly pulling him closer with a soft sound that's somewhere between relief and a deeper longing than he's allowed himself to express up until this point. (Gods, how he's wanted this.) His fingers drift into Noctis' hair at the same moment that his lips skim over the smooth column of his neck-- and-- oh. There's a jolt that runs through Prompto's entire body, hot and crackling like a strike of lightning, as Noctis' teeth scrape ever so softly over the swollen gland there. Just enough to release another little flare of his scent, cloyingly sweet in the back of his throat, but...
He knows, of course, the basics of how marking works. But the sudden, incredible desire for it takes him by surprise. To be so completely claimed by this man he adores so deeply--
The vague, romantic notions burn off like morning fog as Noctis gently levers up and away from him; it's almost unbearable, the lack of contact where there had been so much, and he nearly arches into the loss-- but is foiled by Noct leaning over him, pushing the t-shirt finally up and over Prompto's head. It gets briefly tangled in his arms before Noctis tosses it aside to lean him back into the pillows again, and... the color in his face burns a hotter scarlet as it slowly catches up to him that he is completely naked underneath this man, offered up for appraisal. Noctis' pupils are wide with lust (and something so close to pride that it sets off a shuddering clench of pleasure between his legs); his gaze is hungry and thorough, and gods Prompto feels devoured in its wake.
He doesn't have the time to get self-conscious before Noctis' hands are on him. (Finally, finally.) Warm fingertips skate down over his collarbones, before honing down to gently surround the soft points of his nipples, brushing softly-- and Prompto's spine finally does arch with a little gasp torn from his throat, pleasure sparking over his nerves, sharp and hot. It's so little, so little, and already he can feel another slow wet spot forming on the bed beneath him.
That tease almost doesn't connect through the static of sensation-- first? There are too many ways to answer that, too many things he wants (everything, please, please, everything). His heart is absolutely thundering in his chest, as turbulent as his mind, his body. This yearning, this unbearable ache-- he whines a little, licking at his dry lips, looking up at the alpha through thick eyelashes, shy and lustful and trusting and longing all at once. ]
Kiss me...?
[ Another first, of course. But maybe a very needed first step. ]
[Noctis doesn't hesitate. How could he? Everything he was felt attached intrinsically to Prompto, anything this boy could desire, he would fulfill immediately, completely. He cups his hand around the back of Prompto's head, tangles his fingers into his hair, presses forward until their lips meet.
Prompto is pliant beneath him, everything soft and willing to learn. Gods, he would teach him everything, show him anything. Slowly, slowly. He let himself lightly lick at Prompto's lips, but pulled away before it went to deep. Too aggressive.
He watched Prompto catch his breath. Tried to see if anything had fundamentally changed between them, if that air in his lungs was any different now.
But why hold back now? Noctis surged forward again, biting at Prompto's lower lip. He pushed his tongue into Prompto's mouth, tasting and exploring him completely. He felt Prompto gasp beneath him, running out of air. He slid away, slightly apologetic grin across his face.]
You're beautiful, you know that?
[Noctis tugged at his collar, popping open the top button and letting him make quick work of the rest.
Kissing-- it always felt like part of a routine before. Checkbox number three before you winded your way down to anything more intimate. This, though. Prompto. Only seconds had passed, and Noctis was already craving more of those soft lips on his. More of his taste on his tongue, as hot as it was. He'd never felt that pure passion before.
He squeezed his bulge, appreciating the throb he felt in return. He let himself moan, a rough, low sound he hoped Prompto would appreciate. After a few more idle rubs over himself, he unbuttoned his pants and loosened the zipper. Finally, some release of that pressure was nice. He couldn't resist showing off. Took his time slipping his shirt off, stretching languidly through the motions. He punctuated it all with another short kiss, nipping at Prompto’s lips again and trailing more bites and kisses down his jaw and neck. He mouthed and licked at Prompto's scent gland, and let his hands roam across that body.
Noctis imagined he could feel Prompto's heartbeat where their chests were pressed together, like they were beating in synchronization through this connection.]
Still okay? Come on, Prompto. Keep going. Tell me what you want.
[ He's not actually sure what to expect. Up until this moment, he'd only had the benefit of rumors and overheard anecdotes from the other people in his class; kissing ranges anywhere from kind of boring to mindblowingly good, and as with most things, Prompto tends to assume that they're exaggerating in either direction. (Never mind that he's practiced a bit-- on his hand. And his lips have always been a bit sensitive, so at least in fantasies he's always imagined it feeling nice--)
His heart slams up into his throat as Noctis leans down, the wave of self-consciousness he'd managed to stave off before suddenly breaking through the dam and washing through him; what if he's no good at this? It's not like he has any practical experience (in any of this), and there's no way that Noctis hasn't had his fair share, and what if he decides he doesn't have the patience to lead him through this (of course, if there's anything he knows Noctis as, it's patient, but his nerves are getting the better of him)?
But-- there. Noctis' lips gently press against his own, his head cradled gently by one hand. And Prompto's mind, for a moment, goes utterly blank. The man's mouth is every bit as soft as he's always imagined, warm, juxtaposed so sweetly against the faint scrape of his slightly-unkempt beard against his chin, his cheek. Noct moves slowly, coaxing Prompto's mouth into softening, and oh, oh, something clicks, something bubbles up in his chest before trickling slowly down his spine--
He's about to part his lips (instinctively, somehow) to Noctis' soft lick at the split between them, when the alpha sudden leans back, looking down at him like he's assessing the situation. Prompto's eyelids feel heavy; he feels dazed and he must look it, his slightly stunned gaze gliding down from those dark eyes to his mouth and back again. How had that felt...? Oh. Apparently Noctis had seen what he needed to see, because he's suddenly crushing back against him, clasping their mouths together and licking him open. A gasp gets stuck in Prompto's throat, a heady moan caught behind it; Noctis' scent, his taste,, he's saturated from the inside out and oh gods he's boiling now, the sensation making a beeline to the molten ache between his legs.
It's torture, Noctis pulling back again. That trapped moan comes out as a slightly tormented whine, but it quiets in lieu of the direct praise he's given (and oh, there is no reason that should have made its own little twitch in his cock). He's beautiful? Had Noct ever seen himself? Watching him unbutton his shirt, letting it hang open on his shoulders for a moment, Prompto can tell that he's cut from the very cloth of his fantasies, all subtle lines and hidden strength, and... oh. Oh. His hand, moving down between his own legs, giving himself a slow squeeze, a low sort of growl of idle pleasure rolling up his throat. Prompto's body reacts with a hard jolt of arousal, and gods Noctis must be able to feel it by now-- as much as Prompto can feel the thick weight of Noctis' cock through the simple cotton of his underwear, heavy, once he'd freed himself from the restriction of his pants. (A dark streak of musk shoots through the heaviness of their scents in the room, pure lust, and fuck Prompto's mouth is watering.)
Noctis' hands are on his body again before he can process-- gods, any of it, his mouth hot and wet against his scent gland (and Prompto can't help it, he can't, he tilts his head in favor of his alpha and pushes up against his mouth just to feel the hard press of teeth and the surge of heat that rushes through him from the feeling). How can Noct expect him to answer? He can barely form a coherent thought, much less a sentence. But he's blushing harder, arching up to the older man's touch, moaning helplessly, and he wants... he wants... ]
E-everything-- [ It's a little choked, high in his throat. ] Noct, it aches, I need... I need more. Please-- your hands. Mouth. [ His own hands, shivering and shy even as he's being rather bold, come up to gently cup around the bulge heavily pressed against him. Fuck, it's warm, throbbing-- Prompto whimpers a little, giving that thick cock a soft squeeze of his own. ] This--
[Everything. What a perfect answer, that was exactly what Noctis had planned. A dam had broken, all he'd really been waiting for had been that permission-- given, and confessed.
He gasped, thrusting reflexively forward into Prompto's hands on his cock. Then again, intentional this time, letting him feel what it was he was begging for. Silently urging him to appreciate it, squeeze it again. He pressed his hand over Prompto's, guided him to trace the outline with his thumb, held him in place so he could feel it pulse. Surely he realized this building hardness, and all these twitches were for him.]
Got plenty of time for that, don't we?
[It was greedy of him, though, wasn't it? While poor Prompto had been so busy keeping himself entertained all day. Noctis rolled over, tugging Prompto with him, urging the boy to switch positions with him. Finally, he got them situated a little better-- Prompto straddled across him, his cute, full balls pressed against Noctis' bulge, his dripping (and so, so neglected) cock on full display. Noctis bit his lip at the sight. There had been an explicit request for his mouth, for everything--
He settled on pressing his thumbs into Prompto's thighs, grinding his hips up with a graceless grunt. He could feel Prompto's slick soaking through the fabric of his briefs already. Oh, he was looking forward to this. Prompto bouncing so prettily on his knot, just like this. And those little tits of his-- Noctis glided his hands up Prompto's sides until he had his palms cupped around that fullness again. He teased at the nipples with his thumbs, feeling every stutter in Prompto's breath as it caught in his lungs beneath Noctis' fingertips. He squeezed at those soft handfuls, appreciating the heft. They were so full for a first heat. Noctis' mind wandered, wondering if that meant Prompto was naturally endowed, how much there would be once he'd matured and the hormones of his heats were in full swing. How nice they'd look if Noctis rested his dick between them, left them dripping in cum. He'd lick it back up again, of course. Could already imagine the shaking fingers in his hair as he lingered over one of those pert little nipples.
He snapped back to reality, pinched the pink nubs between his fingers to satisfy the last fleeting threads of fantasy. The noises Prompto made were pulled out so easily, and were all so incredibly delicious. Honestly, so many of Noctis' hidden dreams were leaking their way into his life right now, may as well not count anything out yet.]
Gonna knot you, don't worry. Just want to have some fun first.
[ Prompto's eyes widen a little, his lower lip pulling in between his teeth (there's a thin sting; it's exactly the same spot that Noctis had bitten, it's tender now and he can almost imagine he can taste his alpha on it) as Noct ruts forward into his hand. It's a small loss of control, but oh the blur of fantasies it triggers, rushing through his mind at a breakneck pace-- after all, omegas aren't the only ones that end up in states like this, alphas have their ruts, and fuck the very thought of Noctis coming to him like that, just a hair away from grabbing his omega and doing exactly as he pleases with him--
But then, Noctis' composure returns slightly, enough that he regains some authority over his own actions. Enough that his eyes narrow slightly in a self-satisfied, dirty little smirk that Prompto loves entirely too much, covering his hand with his own to coax him into stroking that heavy cock a little more firmly. God. He's so hard. The little throbs, like it's connected to Noctis' pounding heartbeat. The wet spot in the cotton, spreading and clinging to the blunt head, just enough that he can make out the faintest hint of deep red through it. And he's... this is... because of him...?
Prompto does, however, pout slightly at the tease. ]
I've been waiting--
[ He doesn't really get the rest of the thought out. (Just as well, he's not entirely sure where it had been going, but it had likely been into territories far too intimate and close to his heart. Damn, he's got to be more careful. If he scares Noct off...) It's cut off by Noctis suddenly shifting, and gravity seems to shift with him; with a surprised little yelp, Prompto finds himself being hauled up by strong arms, and he throws his legs out to either side in a desperate bid to stabilize himself-- and when everything stops moving, he's neatly straddled over Noctis' hips, with that swollen bulge tucked up directly underneath him, and oh, oh feeling him throbbing like this, that faint pulse beat pressed up against his balls, the base of his cock-- Prompto shudders, whining, shifting his hips in some aching need to feel more. The soft cotton feels nice rubbing up against him, and oh, he's making such a mess-- more so yet when Noctis grinds up into him. A flare of pleasure runs through him, even from such a differed touch. Fuck, fuck. How is this so good?
Prompto's hands shakily slide up onto Noctis' abdomen, just for something to lean part of his weight on, something to keep him upright. Panting softly, he gives an experimental grind down of his own hips-- rubbing Noctis' bulge up against his ass, slipping it entirely too easily inward, enough to brush the blunt heat up against his entrance. A bolt shoots up his spine and crashes against the base of his skull; a brand new surge of wetness leaks down to absolutely coat the cotton of Noct's underwear (and probably not exactly missing his pants, either), and it's all he can do not to ride against it right here and now. He's shivering all over, choking out little, needy moans--
Which become a full-fledged cry as Noctis' hands find his chest again, enfolding the softness in his palms, scraping the points of his thumbs over the pink, pointed nubs. Even just normally he's so, so sensitive here, but now-- now-- it's like embers flaring and popping to life, dragging through his body, pleasure, pleasure, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in the pit of his stomach and radiating white-hot. Maybe it's because he's been so pent-up, so incapable of giving himself any release, but even this little touch-- the small squeeze of the fullness of his tits, the hard bulge grinding slowly into him, the soft scrape of sensitive skin over fabric and wet-- fuck. The needle-thin jolt of heat from the pinch around his swollen nipples triggers something, a hot, liquid shudder that pours down his spine, making him arch sharply into Noctis' hands with a bitten sob as all of this tension finally gives out, just a little. A small snap, a shuddery little orgasm that makes his untouched cock twitch and spill onto Noctis' stomach, makes another thick surge of slick flood against him, thick with his scent.
Prompto pants heavily, face more deeply flushed than ever before-- oh, what must Noct think of him now? This desperate little thing, coming from so little-- but even though that had been so much better than anything he'd been able to do for himself, he's still so hard, and the ache to be filled is so much worse, his body absolutely burning for it. It's as delicious as it is torturous. ]
[It's beyond anything Noctis had managed to imagine once Prompto starts to move. The heat of it all, the thick smell of slick letting them slide together so easily. The gasps, moans and near-screams of pleasure already pouring from Prompto's mouth. Noctis is almost ready to wrap his arms around Prompto's shoulders and drag him down for another one of those impossibly delicious kisses when instead, Prompto's voice cracks and his head fell forward. His back arched and he pushed into Noctis' touch, letting Noct feel every tremor as every inch of his body tensed. The wave of slick was warm, and felt amazing against his still-trapped cock. Soon, soon.
Prompto looked practically ashamed of himself. Noctis trailed his fingers through the mess of cum spattered across his stomach. Untouched, from just a little grinding? The poor thing really was desperate. His face was bright red, and his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath as he came down from the sudden orgasm. It hadn't done anything for his desperation, if anything it seemed like it had changed it instead, balled it up into a more feral thing that was begging him again. Anything, anything. Noctis planned to do everything, thank you very much.]
Here, get up on your knees for a second, help me--
[With some maneuvering, he managed to peel off the soaked-through briefs and kick them and his pants off to the bottom of the bed. They joined the tangle of blankets there, all destined to be washed until they stopped smelling like heat, lube and cum. Prompto fell back into his arms so easily, his body pressed against Noctis' as closely as possible. Noctis could feel Prompto's arousal, already hard again as their hips rutted together in lazy circles. Their mouths pressed together, exploring each other in messy kiss after messy kiss, more tongue and teeth than anything else.
Noctis let his hands fall onto Prompto's ass, squeezing over it. Prompto was wonderfully reactive. Every little movement Noct made earned him something back-- clapping his hand down hard enough to make a sound got him a gasp into his open mouth. Squeezing got him Prompto's face buried down into his neck, murmuring near-nonsense and mouthing at Noct's scent glands. Letting his hand slip in, fingers exploring through the wet until he could feel the rim of Prompto's entrance. That got him hips jerking down, bringing glorious friction to his aching cock and a desperate whine. He steadied Prompto's movements with a heavy hand on the omega's back as he continued teasing him with slow circles and a light touch.]
You've made one hell of a mess already. [He can barely keep up a facade of light chiding. It trickles rougher and darker too easily.] Might have to clean you up a little. Turn around for me?
[ The moment that Noctis actually manages to wriggle out of his pants and ruined-wet underwear (which is honestly a somewhat impressive feat in and of itself, considering that Prompto is only barely able to lift himself up, even on his slender-but-strong runner's legs), a wave of the alpha's scent manages to break through the thick layers of his own, swirling up into his senses and making his head spin deliriously. Prompto's head tips briefly back in silent near-ecstasy; the way that thick musk fills his lungs and clings to his tongue makes the rest of his body burn for it, to be absolutely coated and filled and enveloped in it. He has mixed feelings about his own scent, but curled together with his alpha's... oh he could get addicted to that.
Something goes slack inside of him once he's breath comes back, and Noct is there to catch him and pull him closer over his body and hold him there as he collapses forward. His panting-open mouth is taken advantage of almost immediately, Noctis leaning up and licking between his lips, teasing and coaxing Prompto into chasing his tongue, and the boy barely has enough focus to do so-- before even that is blown apart by Noct shifting his hips, softly grinding up against him.
He hadn't really... gotten a good look, once those pants had been shucked off, but oh, oh, oh he can feel it, the size, the girth, the heat of Noctis' cock pressed up against his. And when he shifts like that-- Prompto cries out a little into the alpha's mouth, pressing harder against him as pleasure twists in his gut, deeper, deeper. It makes Noctis' lips quirk a little, a sort of dark amusement that makes a hot flush of embarrassment rush up into Prompto's face; the disparity in their experience couldn't be clearer, and it feels a little wrong to be getting off on it this hard, but... well. Noctis certainly doesn't seem to mind either, going by the suddenly-wandering hands-- Prompto loses track of his rhythm entirely as they curl around the soft curve of his ass, digging greedily in. All he can do is react to the sensations as they happen, unable to follow or predict a thing; his hips jolt as Noctis cracks a hand down over the soft flesh, leaving a hot mark behind, as he squeezes hard, as he (finally, finally) slips his fingers into the veritable pool of slick gathering and almost pouring from his body.
He's going to beg. He's going to beg he's absolutely going to beg if Noctis doesn't stop teasing him like his. The slow, almost idle circles being rubbed around the (still slightly puffy and stretched from the hours of desperate masturbation) rim of his entrance are sending sparks snapping all up and down through his body, tapping into some viciously desperate need that he'd honestly only scratched the surface of; he's on fire and oh gods he's going to burn away to ashes if Noct doesn't--
The low, throaty scolding draws a full-on moan from Prompto's lips, high and muffled into the side of Noctis' neck, an aching-hot shudder dragging another little ooze of fluid out of him to coat Noctis' teasing fingers. (Fuck, he shouldn't like that so much. He shouldn't be having any of the mental images he's having right now.) But that request (command?)--
Prompto lifts his head, eyes hazed with desperate lust and confusion as he tries to parse it. Turn around? What-- is... is he...? Noctis is smirking a little, licking his lips suggestively, and the idea finally connects-- and Prompto's face gets redder and redder as the seconds pass. He's... he's seen this in porn, of course, but he's never translated that to his own body, and... and... oh. Noct... wants to...? ]
A-are you... [ He's not sure if he's about to ask if Noctis is serious or if he's sure until the words are already out. ] Are you sure? You don't-- you don't have to--
[ Noctis scoffs a little and gives him a tug, urging him up, and Prompto's fairly certain he's about to die on the spot, radiating too hot, melting down, stomach jolting with so much helpless arousal that he's not sure he'll survive it. It's a challenge, getting his limbs to move how he wants them to (whether because he's too weak from lust or too shy is up for grabs), but he manages to slowly lever himself off of Noctis' body underneath him and turn around-- he starts to just lean forward there, staying next to his alpha, but Noctis clicks his tongue in faint, teasing reprimand again, closing a hand around the boy's ankle and giving him another pull. What-- he can't-- does he mean--?
Prompto whimpers a little, head dipping shyly down as he finally shifts again-- if he's got this whole idea wrong, it's not like Noct's going to throw him out or something, right? Shivering deeply, he lifts his leg up and... lowers it back down on the other side of his alpha's head, straddling him. ]
N-Noct, I... [ He's not even sure what he wants to say. ] I-I'm only gonna get messier, you know... [ ... And that wasn't exactly what he'd intended, either. Prompto shudders a little, cock hanging heavy and red and leaking, slick running down the insides of his thighs-- and he leans down, hot face pressed against Noctis' abdomen. ] ... Like... this?
[It takes a moment for Prompto to process Noctis' words, and another again before he squeaks out his protest. It's too much to keep his hands off this perfect omega, and Noctis can't resist tugging at those hips. Demonstrating what his words haven't managed to express.
Prompto moves like he's trying to push through water. His legs trembling, hands unsteady as he does his best to hold himself up in. Not quite the right place. That would work, of course. Noctis could roll over, prop himself up on his elbows and do everything he was promising. That wasn't exactly what he had in mind, though. He tries to form words, scolding and teasing in turn but only manages to click his tongue and wrap his fingers around Prompto's ankle.
That haze of list was setting in hard. They were getting closer and closer to the point of no return here. Noctis had already coaxed one orgasm out of this boy, barely touching him at all. He had every intention of pulling another from him like this. Prompto had already lifted his leg gently over Noctis. Prompto was so careful in his motions, unsure and scared. It fell in contrast to the shameless reflexes of his body. Noctis played his hand over Prompto's sack, lazily feeling the weight in his hands and smearing the slick that had dropped down it forwards across Prompto's cock. It was a promise, or an invitation. Noctis really didn't care which. His prize was in front of him, as soon as he dug his hands into Prompto’s thighs and tugged him down just enough to-- perfect.
He'd wasted enough time teasing. He pressed forward immediately, licking across Prompto's entrance. His slick was surprisingly sweet, heavy with all the flavors promised in his scent hanging in the air. Noctis savored it, let it drip down his chin before repeating the motion. He leaned back again, to work his way up Prompto's thigh chasing the drips and dried trails there. There was cum mingled in here, the bitter salt as much Prompto's as the rest. Perfect. He lingered again, coaxing Prompto further open and softer before setting to work on the other thigh. He'd intended to keep this slow. Maddening. Pull Prompto apart at the seams. How could he, though? This was too much for him instead. He pressed his thumbs in closer, tugging Prompto's ass open to let himself lick further in.]
Tastes good.
[As though Prompto would even be able to understand his words, mumbled as they are against his skin. Noct's tongue buried in his ass. It was incredible how soft Prompto was, how stretched out he'd gotten himself. Noctis would have to ask for a demonstration.]
[ Prompto is beginning to wonder whether his face is simply going to pop from having too much blood rushing up into it; even hiding it against the flat plane of Noctis' stomach (as though he'd be able to see him from this angle in the first place), it only burns redder, almost aching with heat and pressure as his hips hover just a few inches over Noct's. Everything on display. Much to the older man's pleasure, as it seems-- Prompto hears an all-too-satisfied hum from beneath him, and the soft, almost petting caress of fingers over his slick-streaked balls, idly tracing forward over the vein of his helplessly throbbing cock. He whimpers a little against Noctis' skin as the slow, faint flash of pleasure pulses outward from between his legs, lighting over his nerves and setting them on edge, clamoring for more. Gods, he can't tell if it's better or worse that he can't see the alpha's next move, that he has to rely purely on blind instinct-- which isn't all that keen, going by the way his hips wriggle slightly, unsure of where the next burst of sensation might come from.
His answer comes as Noctis slides his hands up onto his thighs and gives him a small, guiding tug into a better position. And that's all the warning he gets.
Before he's able to catch his breath or even prepare himself, there's sudden, warm, slick pressure against his entrance, a testing pass of Noctis' tongue. He would jump if not for the man's hands dug greedily into his thighs; jolts of pleasure streak up his spine, bowing it, making a little wail catch in his throat. Fuck, fuck, nothing he's ever done for himself could have prepared him for this kind of sensation, this hungry probing, like Noctis is trying to devour him drop by drop. His nerves track the slow meander down the inside of his thigh, the slow licks up sensitive skin leaving them shaking underneath his alpha's touch-- before he comes back again, pushing in deeper this time, enough that the soft scrape of Noctis' beard rubs up against his ass, sending another flurry of sparks up through his whole body.
He's panting too hard to keep his face buried; Prompto peeks up, eyes blurry and face scarlet red, lips parted and wet with a bit of utterly unnoticed drool as he tries to take in a deeper breath. Instead, he finds himself face to face (as it were) with the thick, blunt head of Noctis' cock, deep red and shiny with his own precum, a little pool of it spilling onto his belly. Prompto blinks a few times, clearing his vision and biting softly on his lip, the rumors certainly seem to ring true; he's big, bigger even than he'd expected, and oh, oh, the salt-musk scent of it, the thought of that girth filling him up so completely, rubbing deep into all the most secret, sensitive areas of his body--
Noctis' thumbs are poised at the rim of his ass, gently tugging him further open, and suddenly that tongue is impaling him. Prompto cries out, his hips snapping shamelessly down for more, more; it's teasing along the edge of something, the tight knot of pleasure in the pit of his stomach knitting tighter, glowing hotter, and fuck-- that cry tapers shakily down to a whimper, and he leans forward as best as he's able, some instinct deciding for him to return the favor somewhat. His shivering hands slide around the thick, throbbing base of it, and he lets his wet mouth part a little further-- to lean in and gently take the very tip of the head into it. (He's not... entirely sure what to do now that he's here, but he moans regardless, that musk flooding over his tongue and making his head spin, fuck, fuck--) ]
N-Noct... [ Parts with a soft, wet pop, just enough to whimper his alpha's name-- before that wicked tongue spears into him again and makes him jolt, crying out again. More. More. He leans back in, taking the head of Noct's cock between his lips again, sucking softly, letting his tongue dance in twitchy patterns over the hot skin, hands shakily stroking and squeezing around the girth of it. ]
[The sounds, the hard flex of muscles Noctis can feel in Prompto's thighs as he holds the boy still, the all consuming taste clinging to his tongue-- they're all feedback Noctis had anticipated when he'd decided he absolutely had to have a mouth-full of everything that his omega could offer him (he isn't yours yet he reminded himself but he will be came the darker, immediate response).
Those shaking, delicate hands wrapping around the base of his cock, though? Fuck, he practically bucked up into the pressure. He felt Prompto moan, the vibrations pressed against him directly as Prompto let the head of his cock slip past his lips only to let it pop free a moment later. Hearing his name like that-- Noctis pressed his tongue as deeply as he could past Prompto's entrance, anything to distract him from the building pressure in his balls, and the throbbing heat building underneath Prompto's fingers as he stroked over Noctis' knot.
Gods, it was going to be good pressing it inside this omega. Let it fill up inside him, pressed down deep. It was obvious the boy was ready for it. Noctis swallowed another mouth full of slick and paused to catch his breath.]
Getting impatient? [He lifted his legs up slightly, just enough to change the angle and give Prompto better access.] Or did you just want your own taste?
[He chuckled as he leaned back in for a few quick swipes of his tongue. The scratch of his beard was leaving an angry patch of red on Prompto's skin, and he grinned a bit at the thought that Prompto would probably still feel him so intimately for a while thanks to that little reminder. Perfect. He'd mark this boy anyway he could. Leave as many reminders of himself on this skin and inside him as he could. He pulled away again, replacing his tongue with a finger instead. It pressed in easily, so he let another slip in as well, scissoring them and tugging to let himself lick further in. Almost, almost. He could feel Prompto start to tremble. He'd coax just one more orgasm out of this boy, hopefully leave him panting and begging for more. Make him just a little more pliant, drive him a little crazier with his desire so Noctis could really push him to fall apart.]
[ Fuck, he can... he can feel Noctis' knot starting to fill out in his hands in hot, hard throbs, little swells of pressure against his fingertips, and all Prompto can think of-- all he can think of is what this is going to feel like inside of him. How his body will stretch to accommodate it, the delicious burn of it, the utter fullness. And... Noctis filling him up in another way entirely; with each hard twitch between his fingers, another thick pulse of precome spreads out across Prompto's tongue, all bitter salt and tinged with the smoke-spice of his scent. (Oh, he's going to end up addicted to this taste, he just knows it.) The alpha is leaking almost steadily now, and gods, how much is there going to be when he...?
Any focus Prompto'd had scatters again when Noctis teases him, pulling back just enough to be heard, canting his hips so that the head of that cock pushes a little deeper into the boy's mouth, and he moans around it, eyes fluttering. Yes, yes to both, he wants this taste of Noctis' pleasure and he's impatient, he wants everything, he needs it-- more so again since the man had (cruelly, cruelly) stopped what he'd been doing, leaving behind a burn of need so strong that tears prick the corners of Prompto's eyes. Everything inside him is twisting up tight, making him shake, and he's so close to shamelessly begging for more--
As it turns out, he doesn't have to. Noctis licks into him again, a few probing little strokes almost more idle than not, like he's just considering what exactly to do next. (Or, potentially, clearing the way to do so, as it were-- Prompto is so heavily dripping with wet by now that it's got to be an absolute mess, and maybe that's a small part of why he's as red as he is, out to the tips of his ears.) He whines, helplessly-- his breath is too far lost to keep the rhythm, and Noctis' cock pops free from Prompto's mouth again as he gasps, lips reddened and wet and tethered by wilting strings of saliva and precome. ]
Please, Noct, please--
[ At this point, he's not entirely sure what he's begging for-- just more. More. Some relief from this molten heat boiling away at him; some release. His words, however, cut off in a desperate, frustrated cry as Noctis pulls back again-- and that cry becomes something higher and sweeter as a finger presses in instead, sinking in with absolutely no resistance at all. The second joins beside the first, and fuck, Noctis' fingers slip deeper than he could ever get his own, spread apart easier, stretching his still-soft rim gently outward. It burns, deliriously; a hot shudder runs up through his body and his hips give the tiniest, neediest sort of push back onto those impaling digits (more, more, please more) his head dropping back onto Noctis' abdomen again like he doesn't have the strength to hold it up any longer. Prompto pants against his skin, still making some attempt to stroke and squeeze appreciatively at his alpha's cock even as his rhythm staggers over and over, as Noctis--
--plunges his tongue back inside, between his stroking, scissoring fingers, licking deep against his inner walls. Prompto's gasps crack into moans, his thighs trembling around Noctis' head as the sensation swirls and overlaps, building back on itself higher and higher. ]
Noct, Noct, 'm gonna-- [ He barely manages to whimper it out before a crook of those fingers, a deeper roll of that tongue, drag all this feeling into itself at the very core of him-- and the tight coil of it breaks this time, pleasure surging over his nerves in shockingly strong waves. He wails through his climax, his neglected cock jerking and spilling again over Noctis' chest, and oh, oh there's so much slick pouring from him to the beat of his orgasm, muscles twitching and clenching in pulse after pulse.
And fuck, it's almost unbearable when it tapers off. Even before the last few little surges are through, Prompto's shakily rutting forward against Noctis' chest and back against his fingers, desperately seeking more stimulation, absolutely babbling.. ]
Please, please, please-- mn, I need-- please, more...! I can take it, I swear I can, please let me, I need more, Noct--
[It's perfect. Prompto crying like that, begging out Noctis' name. There's too much slick to swallow, but Noct is content to let it run down his neck. He clenched around Noct's fingers and tongue, and that was going to feel so good once it was his knot this boy's perfect body was milking like that. It was hard not to let himself get pulled into Prompto's pleasure completely-- just keep lapping at his slick, nipping at his thighs and pushing his fingers in. There was something so hypnotic about pulling pleasure out of this body. Those shaking hands and unsure licks on his cock weren't exactly pleasure, they'd drive him insane under any other circumstance, but here they were the perfect reward.
Prompto snapped his hips back, pushing through the end of his orgasm immediately. Babbling words poured from his mouth, nothing but chanted begging. This insatiable-- Noctis obliged, twisting his fingers deeper and pushing in a third. It was a tighter fit, but Prompto was willing enough, wet enough, that it didn't take much at all before Noctis was wondering exactly how far he could push this, how much this boy could really take.
Next time, though. There would absolutely be a next time, Noctis could hear that in Prompto's voice. Could feel it screaming in his every instinct.]
Think you're ready?
[It's a question, a comment and a jabbing tease rolled into one. The discomfort of his wrist at such an awkward angle, the weight of Prompto on his chest, and the building urgency of his own need were finally trickling through into reality. He pulled his fingers free, groaning a little at the pulse of slick that followed them. Slapping his hand against Prompto's thigh, he urged him up and around until he managed to find some upward momentum as well. Noctis sat up, propping himself against the pillows. It had to be one hell of a lewd image, his legs spread wide for the sake of his swollen erection and chest covered in evidence of the omega's pleasure. He let his head fall back as he wrapped a hand around himself, pumped up into the grip. Fuck, Prompto had him hard, and had coaxed a surprising amount of fullness to his knot already. He could still get his fingers around it but compared to the boy's slender fingers it was probably already more than he was used to.
Good.]
You did good, you're doing so good. [He tugged Prompto closer, immediately pressed in to bite at his scent gland again. It couldn't compare to the heady taste of Prompto's slick, still hot from his body, but the intoxication was there.] Keep being good for me? Wanna get this inside you.
[ The concept of time is currently somewhat lost on Prompto; it can't be more than a few seconds, but the moments that stretch between his desperate begging and Noctis pushing a third finger in beside the other two feel like an eternity. An eternity in which he's almost certain he's going to burn away, nothing left behind but dust and embers; his begging becomes less and less coherent, until he gives up on words entirely and just presses his boiling-hot face against Noctis' abdomen, almost crying with need. Nothing has ever felt like this, ever-- the intensity of each stab of arousal in his gut, the way his body clenches around those two fingers even still, like they're trying to suck them in deeper. This void, this ache.
The half-cry that breaks from his throat as the third finger glides in, however-- it (ridiculously) borders on grateful, and his hips roll back in a stuttered rhythm against the intrusion in a slow pantomime of sex. The burn of being stretched wider like this-- he had, of course, been easily fucking himself on three fingers before Noctis had made it here, but his digits are more slender, and he couldn't ever get the angle right, and this, this... fuck. If he could just-- get them a little deeper--
Prompto almost doesn't hear Noct say anything over the rush of blood in his ears, but he doubles back on it when those fingers start pulling slowly out of him again; he can't help the frustrated sob at the loss, but the tease connects, just as Noctis claps his hand against the underside of his thigh. The sudden sting, the flash of warm half-pain makes him nearly jump, a little yelp catching in his throat as he scrambles to get to where Noct needs him. Ready? He's so ready it hurts; Prompto manages to untangle their bodies enough to turn in place, bouncing slightly on his heels as he kneels there-- for just a moment, the purely dirty thought of straddling one of Noctis' legs and rutting against it crosses his mind, but. Soon. Soon. The alpha is reorienting himself now, pushing up to sit more properly back against the pillows, and... oh. The shine of slick, the spattered strings of white decorating his chest. (He'd made a hell of a mess, hadn't he...?) The thick, angry-red cock almost visibly throbbing by now, knot already noticeably wider than the shaft, Noctis' hand stroking firmly along the length of it. Not fair, not fair, he wants to whine, why do that when his body is so, so eager to do it for him? Vaguely, he's aware he's open-mouthed panting, and he must look every bit as desperate as he feels.
Which may or may not have an effect on Noctis' response: reaching over and snaring him by the wrist, tugging him in closer, and... softly praising him. Telling him he's good. Oh... oh. That shouldn't... make a flare of heat twist through the turbulent waves of lust inside him like it does, it probably shouldn't make him harder, make another little pulse of wet leak out into Noctis' lap, but. It does. (He'll have to figure out exactly why later, when he's not so distracted.) And it puts a particularly desperate edge onto his need; Noctis pushes in to raze his teeth over Prompto's scent gland, and Prompto presses closer, tangling his fingers into Noct's hair and throwing a leg over his hips to straddle him again. Which, of course, lines that throbbing cock right up with the cleft of his ass.
Prompto whimpers a little, nodding, clinging closer as he almost shyly shifts his hips, gently gliding back and forth with an unsure rhythm against the length of Noctis' cock, wetting it thoroughly, making goosebumps peak all over his body as the sparks of sensation rush up his spine. This has to feel good, right...? Gods, he wants Noctis to feel good too. ]
I'll-- be good... I'll be good. For you. Want it... nn, I'll be-- [ It's nearly mindless, whispered against Noctis' ear before a soft little keen at a particularly good rub makes his face drop against his alpha's neck instead, where he pants and mouths at his scent gland as well. ] Please, Noct, I wanna feel it...
[It shouldn't be as satisfying as it is, simply fitting together like this. Everything Prompto is presses and blends into Noctis. Their scents were impossible to distinguish anymore as Noctis pulled Prompto down into a long kiss, tangling them together as though he could devour the boy completely. Especially when Prompto starts to move. Grinding down, spreading himself open and letting more of that delicious slick spread over Noctis. His knot throbbed in response, beating in time to his pulse.]
So good. You're gonna feel good--
[Noctis isn't sure who exactly he's reassuring with the echoed words, but he can appreciate the sensation of Prompto's mouth on his neck. The tremble of his thighs are a comfort enough as Noctis holds onto the boy's hips and pulls him into a harder rhythm. Oh, that's better-- for all the innocent appeal of Prompto's shy little touches, Noctis had only gotten hungrier. Finally, some real pressure, friction and heat. Finally.
May as well stop dragging this out. If Prompto wanted everything, wanted to feel.
He hefted Prompto up, pressed his against his chest to lift his ass up. He groped for his cock with a groan. Prompto had certainly gotten it slicked up well enough. The vague thought of condoms played across Noctis' mind, but they were too far gone for that, weren't they? He released his grip across Prompto's back, let his ease down as he guided the broad head of his cock in. One awkward false start and there--
Noctis expected some kind of revelation. He almost found it in the way Prompto's breath caught. Lost it again through the effort it took to resist forcing himself in completely, burying his knot in deep until Prompto forgot anything else existed.]
There you go. Okay? Take it nice and slow. Don't want to hurt you.
[ That kiss comes somewhat unexpectedly; of course, Prompto doesn't exactly have a lot of prior experience to draw from, but having that soft mouth suddenly up against his own again even as he pants into it, having that talented tongue gently gliding and curling around his own makes a brand new flush of heat push up into his face. It's bliss and agony all at once; the little threads of pleasure that tingle in the base of his skull and weave slowly down his spine tangle up in the tightly knotted cords of electric need between his legs, igniting them.
(And oh, he can taste himself on Noctis' tongue-- the lingering notes of his own sweetness mingling entirely too well with the faint smoke-spice of Noctis' scent, and it all translates directly down to where he's rubbing himself against his alpha's cock, filling the room with this melted-together scent of them. Prompto's always been anywhere from ambivalent to outright disgusted with his own scent, but this... this feels like filling in the gaps. This feels like what it's supposed to be. And oh gods he loves it.)
Noctis snaps him out of his rose-colored reverie somewhat with a wet pop as their mouths break apart, murmuring reassurance, and-- oh. Gripping tightly at Prompto's hips, taking over the pace, grinding the omega down against him firmer, faster. Prompto's head snaps briefly back with the pulse of static that rushes up his spine; those hands feel good digging into his skin (there might be marks, gods he hopes there's marks), and the harder rubbing over his sensitive entrance is an entirely different pleasure than the soft overlapping waves his own pace had been giving him-- yes, yes. This is heavier, pleasure like a low drumbeat, reverberating through him.
Before Prompto can really build up any good peaks from it, though-- Noctis is gripping in tighter, pulling him up, ducking a hand down between them to line himself up, and-- Prompto shivers, face hotter than ever as he presses it against Noctis' shoulder. Finally, finally, this is happening. Something in his chest feels like it's about to cave in on itself, even amidst all the panted breath, the throbbing and the wet-- to be this close to Noctis, finally, truly his even if just for now...
The blunt head of Noctis' cock presses against his entrance, rubs slowly, sinking in. Even with all of the enthusiastic preparation, there's a low burn to the stretch, something that drags Prompto deliciously back into his own body; it's bigger than he's at all used to, but slowly, slowly-- he hears Noctis' soft encouragement against his ear, and he nods a little bit, nonverbal but quietly whimpering through the sensation, arms thrown around Noct's shoulders and fingers digging slightly into his back.
More. More. Every instinct in his body clamors to simply let gravity do its job and sink down entirely in one slick thrust, but Noctis' voice keeps him steady-- and there's something every bit as exquisite as feeling every. Single. Inch of it as it slowly fills him up. Noctis is so... hard, so hot inside of him, rubbing slowly up against sensitive inner walls and spreading him more and more open until Prompto feels like he's splitting in half, on fire, absolutely shaking with the burning pleasure running through him like a current.
He makes it as far as the knot rubbing up against his stretched-wide entrance, lightly pushing, before his strength seems to give out on him and he goes a bit limp in Noctis' arms, biting softly at his shoulder and moaning through hitched breaths. ]
Please... want your... knot... [ He sounds ruined already, needy and sensitized-- and an undercurrent of emotion that he can't even begin to tap down. ]
[It's almost impressive, given all the frantic impatience that had consumed Prompto up until this point. But Noctis could feel his thighs flex hard, and see his face screw up in concentration as Prompto lowered himself down slowly, slowly-- until it's like the strings have been cut. It's almost too tender a moment. Prompto collapsed into Noctis' arms made him seem so small. It brought out how delicate a thing he really was, pulled out every desire that Noctis had to gather him close. He'd never let this go.
Prompto's weight felt good pressing down against Noctis. The contractions of his body as it accepted the girth of Noctis' cock pushing further in was incredible. It was so absolutely tight, somehow. It had to hurt, it had to be too much, maybe this had to be a mistake-- Noctis felt his heart race, the churn of regret building on into itself and feeding his doubts. But, gods, that quiet voice broke through his anxieties so easily.
Please.
Prompto's voice was ragged, torn apart by his own neediness. Noctis loved that. The wave of new arousal washed over him, all his stresses pushed away by sensations of just want, need, the pulse beat driving in thick throbs through his groin urging him to push up into this omega. Give him the knot he was begging for. Ruin him completely.
Noctis rolled his hips up, just barely. Testing the reaction, letting Prompto adjust to the feeling.]
You sure you're ready?
[He pulled Prompto against his chest again, smoothed his hands down the smooth skin of Prompto's back. Murmured along with each of Prompto's whimpers and whines. They'd come to this point so quickly. Noctis wasn't unhappy they'd fallen into this together, tumbling past any resemblance of a normal relationship immediately into "Hello, I'm desperate for you to take my virginity." But it seemed like maybe they should finally take something slow. He shifted his hips again, setting a shallow rhythm.
It was tempting to ignore that reflex, admittedly. Push Prompto back instead, lift his legs up and push his knot in immediately instead. It was going to feel so good once it popped in-- He'd already imagined the moment in a million different fantasies. He shouldn't take advantage, though. But, really, his grip was already on those hips again. Thumbs dug hard into the soft skin there (he also hoped they'd leave a mark, changed his grip enough to let his nails dig in. Help his odds.) Held Prompto in place through harder strokes. He kept the rhythm as steady as he could, counted it against his omega's breath.]
Can't. Wait. Too long.
[There's a line waiting to be crossed. Noctis held his breath to keep it in check, as though that would stop anything at all. He could already feel Prompto's body starting to give in. Soften and stretch just enough to let him in further, deeper. It contrasted so perfectly to the pressure and the heat surrounding the rest of his shaft, Pulling and pulsing against him, he could feel exactly what clenching sensations were pulling which gasps from Prompto's lungs. Soon. Soon.]
[ It's so much. It's so much. There's a long moment where Prompto is still but for the occasional trembles that run uncontrolled through his body, just adjusting to this thickness impaling him; the weight, the heat of it, so deep-- his inner walls clench down in the rhythm of his shivers, like his body is trying to pull Noctis deeper yet. Deeper, deeper, more, even through the half-pain burn-- as Noctis gently pulls him closer, something lurches in Prompto's chest and he clings in tighter, mouthing aimlessly at the side of the alpha's neck through his quiet whines.
Gods, he'd been dreaming of this moment, hadn't he. As much as he'd tried to tamp down his 'crush', as much as he'd tried to tell himself it was pointless, they couldn't, that Noctis wouldn't even want him-- underneath all of that, he'd hoped, hoped. Every fantasy had been tall and dark, every imagined kiss or bite against skin coupled with a soft scrape of beard, every murmured word warm and resonant in that particular honey-sweet way Noct's voice drops when he's teasing. And now--
Noctis gives the slightest little pump of his hips upward, just enough to test his knot at Prompto's entrance, enough to shift the throbbing shaft inside him, rubbing inward. Prompto's head snaps back with a gasp, the sensation ricocheting up his spine and back down between his legs like a lightning strike-- before his alpha gathers him back in again, asking if he's ready, comforting. Wordless, he lets out a desperate little cry, thighs quivering as he tries to grind his hips down with the faint strength that's left in him through the arousal; he's ready, he's more than ready, to be filled up completely and tied so intimately to this man he loves. (No point in denying that. Not anymore.)
Prompto manages to nod a little, and Noctis seems to take that as the go-ahead it's intended to be. Finally, finally, Noct starts gently moving in and out of him at a steadier rhythm-- short, wet little thrusts, each pushing just the tiniest bit deeper, stretching Prompto's entrance just the slightest bit more. And-- fuck. Prompto can feel the ridges of the head of Noct's cock gliding along his inner walls, pulling out just enough to barely press against that particularly sensitive spot inside him, and something in the flurry of sparks that each barely-there touch produces makes something inside of Prompto snap. A frantic sort of energy finds its way back into his limbs, enough to lean back a little for a better angle, enough to throw his legs out from under him to instead hook around Noctis' hips and cross at the ankles, enough to scrabble for purchase at Noctis' shoulders and shift his hips until--
There. One particular roll of his hips drags the blunt tip directly across his prostate, and Prompto nearly falls back completely, back arching sharply with a high, desperately hungry cry. Pleasure floods through him like a riptide, surging and sucking back to the focal point between his legs, a turbulent swirl swept up again and again with each perfectly-angled thrust. Vaguely, through the drowning waves, he hears Noctis groan, feels those strong fingers dig deeper into his hips (the little pinpoints of pain are deliciously anchoring, and there's no doubt that he'll bruise, which has some entirely too self-satisfied part of himself joyfully cheering), and-- those plunges are coming on rougher now, Noctis is bearing down on him further. Yes, yes. ]
Want it... want it...
[ It's a mindless chant, slurred with lust, barely coherent. Can't wait too long...? Gods, no more waiting, only more, more. With each tug on his hips, Prompto squeezes his legs around Noctis' waist, grinding his hips down deeper, and he can feel that knot trying to ease its way in-- almost-- and finally, Prompto's instincts get the better of him, and he pushes his full weight back against Noctis' hips, forcing the thickness past his entrance with a hard pop.
He lets out a strangled cry, almost a shriek. It's-- more than he'd expected, the pressure of that swelling knot splitting him further open and burning impossibly hot, throbbing with Noctis' racing heartbeat. Or is it his own? His chest is hitching, heaving for breath; overwhelmed tears gloss across his eyes, his strength gives out entirely. It's... euphoria. He feels incandescent. Claimed, in the deepest possible way.
Shaking, Prompto weakly reaches up for Noctis again, a deeply flushed, incredibly soft smile finding his lips. His alpha. His alpha, finally. ]
[He can feel the tension slide out of Prompto’s body, even as every nerve of his body is engulfed in heat, pressure, wanting to take. This omega was finally his, the way he'd wanted him to be for so long now. He was good at this, moving his body against Noctis to chase his own pleasure. There was a smug pride there. This amazing boy was all his, would always be his. Those slender legs squeezed hard where they were hooked around Noct's waist and, really, who was he to resist that kind of momentum. He pulled into the motion, let Prompto rock them both through it.
There.
Noctis is surprised he doesn't come in that moment. It's intense, squeezing past that resistance to sink completely into the heat of Prompto's body. Prompto's voice cracking onto a scream cut through any of Noctis' better judgements, to ease the intensity of the moment with soft words and gentle touches. Instead he kept their hips pressed flush, kept himself as deep as possible. Made sure this omega could feel how utterly his he really was.
Prompto had collapsed almost completely backwards, but the way he'd hooked his legs over Noct's hips made it an easy adjustment. The way his chest rose and fell through his panting breathes, the tremble in his stomach as Noctis felt his body clench around the swelling intrusion of his knot. He was flushed, sweaty and absolutely beautiful. His pink cock was half-hard again, already. His fantasies had never managed to reach how perfect this moment would actually be. That soft voice, his hands reaching up to brush over Noctis' face. He was so soft, Noctis loved him--
He relaxed, let his hips shift back enough to lean down and let Prompto coax him through another kiss. He shifted his grip, pushing one of Prompto's legs up, out of his way enough to set a slow rhythm. Just enough to shift his knot against the pulsing clench of Prompto's body.]
You're perfect. You took it all, feel that?
[He tugged back, let Prompto feel the pull before grinding back in completely.]
C'mon, squeeze against it. Feel how big it's getting.
[ It steals his breath almost entirely; everything feels like it stops in that moment before Noctis leans down into his needy touch. The alpha's hips are tightly pushed up against his own even through the couple of little instinctive jerks he can't quite calm, pressing that thick knot as deep as it will go, just making him feel-- and fuck, fuck, it's almost too much. This burning ache-- the flare of Noct's scent, the points of heat every single place they're touching, the pressure seeming to empty him out entirely, fill him back up with Noctis. All he can feel-- all he can taste, smell, hear, see, feel is Noctis.
The man's beard scratches at Prompto's palms as his quivering hands finally touch him, his breath sobs quietly back into his lungs, and suddenly that soft mouth is against his own again. Gently, gently, a soothing balm over his scorched nerves, and Prompto whimpers gratefully into it, slowly curling his arms up around Noctis' shoulders, letting him take the weight of his body entirely. This... gods, this feeling, if he could freeze it, all this low-boil ache and the sweet affection that makes his heart tremble in his chest, all this adoring and feeling so utterly claimed and held so dear--
--oh. Noctis is shifting, nudging a bit closer, and readjusting one of Prompto's legs upward. The other follows suit out of simple balance-- until they're both hitched up high around Noctis' waist, crossed at the ankle to hold them there. The new position lets that knot sink in deeper, a roll of Noct's hips nearly knocking the air out of him again. Fuck, how is it possible to feel this much? He moans against the older man's mouth, and he barely recognizes his own voice; it's thick and low, scratchy, shattered with exertion.
And then... Noctis calls him perfect. At some point, he's going to have to really sit down and have a good heart-to-heart with himself over why such direct praise from this man is making something warm and liquid twist languidly between his legs, why it sets his head spinning, makes him so desperate to earn more-- but as is, Prompto just nods sharply, gasping. He had taken it all, he does feel it, he's so good for Noct, so good, so good. The tugging pressure at his stretched-tight rim makes his head snap back, the flare of sensation (is it pleasure or pain? gods he can't tell, it's both, it's neither, it's exquisite) scorching through him before that knot is buried in deep again with a shallow (but slightly more forceful) plunge. Prompto's legs shiver hard, his neglected cock jumping back to full attention, angry-red and leaking against his flat belly-- oh, now that ache is shifting, curling in on itself somewhere deeper, dense and coiling and blisteringly hot.
He doesn't need to be told twice. (Though it is somewhat difficult to gain control over most of his motor functions.) Prompto rolls his hips, grinds back against that pressure, drawing in with his inner walls-- and the shift is just right, pushing the blunt heat of the swelling knot right up against the sensitive gland inside of him. He arches up high, a wordless cry escaping his throat; pleasure floods through him, impossibly deep, balls giving a throb and cock giving a sharp jerk, spilling a hot shock of precome against his stomach. So much, so much. ]
Fuck-- [ He chokes on the words, vision white, scrabbling at Noctis' shoulders for purchase. ] Noct-- it's-- [ Another whimpering cry cuts him off, before he swallows hard, looking up at his alpha through wet eyelashes-- and giving another slow squeeze, moaning again through the pulse. ] Does... it feel good...? F-for you... too--
[There's something in the way their bodies fit perfectly together like this that Noctis loves. He'd never been one to really consider fate anythibg beyond random chance assigned meaning, but there was something about Prompto that made him really wonder if he'd always been meant to find this boy. Maybe their lives had intertwined by design, and that's why his head was spinning every time he heard his name in that sweet voice.
It was incredible seeing Prompto's usual quirks and habits translated into this intimacy. He'd always been a little shy, hard to compliment without blushing and trying to fold away. But like this-- All it took was a little whisper, and Prompto would respond. Suddenly desperate to prove how much he deserved the praise. Oh, that was dangerous. Noctis could get used to that. Felt the heat flare in his stomach at the thought of seeing just how much Prompto would obey. For now, though, he'd be content pressing his weight over Prompto's body, and keep whispering those niceties into his ear.]
Feels amazing. So good, you're doing so good.
[It was getting harder and harder to keep putting words together. Clenched now inside Prompto like this, it was hard to focus on much outside the throbbing pressure of his knot. Prompto was falling apart beneath him, some of the frenzy rising from his heat coming back into his voice and motions. Obviously he'd managed to work himself into a good position, if the precome newly drying on his stomach was any indication, if the steady squeezing around him was anything to go by. Noctis let his weight carry him through the barest bit of motion. Just enough to keep his knot moving, rubbing down to keep the sensation fresh.]
[ They're playing at something here. Something that curls through the air every bit as palpable as their heavy, sex-laden scents, dark and lustful and tightening in Prompto's gut like a million tiny strings weaving through it. The low, almost dangerous edge to Noctis' voice even as the words drip from his lips like honey, sweet and hot against his ear; the way he presses closer over him in a (not-so-)subtle show of strength, surrounding, possessive. The way Prompto is practically melting under him, drinking in all his praise as though he'd been starved for it; the way he opens, offers, body wracked in silent supplication, something very close to worship.
Any words Prompto might have for it, however, are lost in the haze. Noctis shifts his hips just enough-- a slow, grinding circle down against him that keeps that thick cock, that knot rubbing steadily inside of him, and fuck it's knocking him absolutely breathless. His prostate is under almost continuous pressure at this point, every little shift an impossibly deep pulse of pleasure, every inch of Noctis nudging so deep, so deep-- and he's going to break, he knows it, he knows it. He's still stretching wider as the knot keeps swelling, his slick (tinged with Noct's precome, leaking just as much, he can smell it) pushing out in wet little noises with each shallow thrust, and-- ]
A-almost...?
[ His voice is barely there, but the faint disbelief still comes through; how can it get any bigger? But it is, it is-- and the heat, the pressure, the reflex in every muscle to clamp desperately down around it. This boiling ache at the core of him, almost too much to take; Prompto's breath comes in staggered gasps and sharp whines, his own hips wriggling now, moving in aimless sways and rolls as he works himself around the thickness of that knot. There's no describing the sensation; pleasure or pain, both sell it short. It's denser, hotter, like a star trying to be born between his legs-- dragging everything inside him into itself, glowing white, throbbing with its own beat.
He's nearly sobbing. ]
I like it, I like it-- Noct, fuck, I love it, please, I-- [ He loses his grip on the older man's shoulders, hands falling back to the bed to instead dig sharply into the pillow behind him; his heels dig into Noct's back, his back arches high, every single part of his body in desperate motion, writhing. His lips, too-- moving, passing words, nearly-incoherent begging. ] Don't ever stop, don't ever stop--
[It's thrilling when the answer explodes out of Prompto-- given in words as much as it is in actions. Arching against the bed beneath him, fists clenched over his head as they clamored for anything to hold onto as Noctis filled him with all those sensations. Gave him everything he'd been begging for. Exactly like he'd wanted to the moment Prompto called him. This was something they'd both wanted, wasn't it?
It was a lot to put onto Prompto's shoulders, but Noctis was fairly sure this boy had saved him-- taken him from a life of just performing the role of who he was supposed to be into a place where he could feel like a person again. Feel worthwhile. Loved for the love he was giving out, instead of out of obligation.
To take that affection to this sort of physical apex was incredible. Everything he had and needed from Prompto translated into skin-on-skin sensation--
Prompto was beautiful. Stretched out like he was now, completely on display. Writhing from their connection. Noct's pride surged through his spine as he followed the stuttering rhythm of Prompto's hips, urging them deeper and harder. His strokes were short, limited by the thick pull of his knot against Prompto’s resistance. There was no separating their scents now, completely mixed, and fading into the background of the smell of just sex.]
S'yours anytime you want it. Almost full, almost.
[Noctis laughed, throaty and deep. Stop? Why would he ever stop? This was only their first time, he had so much more he could show Prompto, so many things he wanted to make him feel, every fantasy either of them had entertained was suddenly on the table--]
Not gonna stop, long as you don't.
[Gods, this boy's body. Shaken by each of Noctis' thrust, he reacted in gasps and whimpers. Clenched his legs tighter around Noct's back, clung white knuckles to the pillow behind him. Noctis barely noticed any of it, focused instead on Prompto's chest. Oh, perfect. Those little breasts, lightly sheened with sweat and bobbing along with with their motions. Noctis licked his lips, let his hands wander to cup around them. He ground his hips in deep, and leaned down, teasing at Prompto's nipples with the tip of his tongue.
He was close. So close. This wasn't the sort of distraction that was going to help him last any longer. He pinched a nipple between his teeth, and moved on, letting his tongue explore across salty skin until he buried his face is Prompto's neck. There, that's what he wanted. He sucked at nibbled at Prompto's scent gland, let it cloud over his senses again as he was enveloped down into everything this omega was. Instinct and reflex took over his motions as he let go, following through to climax.]
[ Every motion that Prompto makes seems to be countered by a matching one from Noctis, keeping that knot deep and slowly rolling back and forth inside him no matter how his hips twitch or shift, and gods, even his constant little moans and whines are becoming lost as he's knocked breathless. His imagination had paled, he'd had no sort of frame of reference for this sensation-- this aching pleasure, this burn, this utter fullness. Deeper, deeper with each nudge of the older man's hips forward, and gently tugging at the rim of his entrance with each light roll back; Prompto can't get accustomed to the feeling at all, every jolt of pleasure surges through him as though it's the first, drawn into the swirling heat between his legs.
Especially as even Noctis' rhythm starts to stutter. Gods, he can feel the way his alpha's cock is throbbing, twitching hard inside him (he's dripping, he's dripping; Noct's scent just keeps getting stronger and stronger--) the closer he drags towards his own climax. Any pattern that he'd been able to follow is blown to pieces; now there's no tracking the shifts and thrusts and deep rubs, rolling the thick knot up against Prompto's swollen-hot prostate, ecstasy flashing over his nerves like webs of lightning-- every bit as violent, every bit as unpredictable. Not gonna stop, the man teases, and oh that feels like a promise, and oh the absolute flood of fantasies that flash across his mind's eye, all seeming so deliciously possible now.
Prompto gasps, arching up-- directly into Noct's waiting hands as they clasp over the small swells of his breasts, tongue lightly pestering at the sensitive pink buds at their peaks (and fuck, fuck, he moans helplessly, trying to arch higher, press in closer, get more of that warm mouth). There are pleas on his lips that aren't quite making it into words. Please, please, please, under his breath, broken around cries as a particularly nice thread of pleasure twists between his legs, hotter and hotter and hotter--
Noctis' mouth is at the side of his neck, mouthing at his scent gland, scraping his teeth over sensitive flesh through shuddering growls and sharp sucks of air, and something in Prompto's chest gives way. He hadn't had any doubts about any of this, not really-- anything he'd been worried about had mostly been about how Noct would react to him, to such a young omega basically imprinting on him. He'd always been sure of his own feelings. He'd known that for some time. But this... oh. The hot flush in his face, all sex and exertion, is tinged with a certain amount of almost-shy adoration all of a sudden-- he throws his arms around Noctis' shoulders again, one hand digging shakily into his hair, holding him closer, closer. This feels-- like Noct is truly, fully claiming him as his. His omega. His.
The pace breaks again, as Noctis' hips bury forward sharply, pushing himself deep with almost savage groan of lustful pleasure, those hands raking down his form and digging hard into his thighs, and--
Fuck.
The hard jolts inside of him, the spreading warmth, pulse after pulse after pulse-- Noctis is coming (finally, finally), hard, and oh gods Prompto can feel how much he's spilling. Filling him. Marking. Claiming. Overflowing. And Prompto is utterly swept under his current.
It's too much. All that swirling, tightening heat between his legs, all this building pleasure, that pressure inside him deepening with each thick pulse of cum until he feels like he's going to burst-- gravity collapses in on itself, and Prompto goes nova. He helplessly bucks up against his alpha, back arching impossibly high, a near-scream pulling from his throat as each jerk of Noctis' cock is met with a shuddering clench around it, pleasure white-hot and blinding as it sears through him in waves. He decorates his own stomach (and chest, and a little bit Noctis' too) with hot strings of his own release, cock untouched and throbbing-hot, and nothing-- nothing has ever felt like this before, pounding, overwhelming.
(Vaguely, from somewhere completely outside himself, Prompto hears himself crying out his love, but it's nearly incoherent.) ]
[Finally, finally-- everything holding Noctis together shatters. It isn't anything he expects that finally drags him down. Between the friction and the heat, the taste of Prompto's skin and the pulsing squeezes around his knot he was desperately teetering on the edge. But once Prompto's shaky hands pull him close, those fingers tangling so softly into his hair-- all he can do is fall into it completely. This is his omega. So sweet, so perfect and, fuck. He slides his hands down every inch of freckle-spattered skin, just to take in what every inch of this boy felt like in the last moments before Noctis claimed him completely.
There's no holding back the thick groan, breaking into a low growl as his finger tips press into Prompto's thighs. Mark him, every inch of Noctis' mind singing with the instinct, he clenched his hands into the soft skin, willing bruises under his fingers, under his teeth. Everyone would know that this was his omega now--
The first pulse of his orgasm has him seeing stars. As hard as he jolts forward into Prompto, the motion is returned back again in his arching back and ruined voice echoing the dizzy rush pushing Noctis further from lucidity. Prompto's clenching around his knot is perfect, milks out the bursts of cum in synchronization with the last few pushes Noctis has in him. It's all he can do to stop himself from really marking this omega, barely holding together the clarity to unclamp his teeth from where he'd slammed them over his omega's scent gland before he managed to break the skin. That would be too much too soon, wouldn't it? He'd settle for this for now, locking the two of them together for this moment and filling up every unreachable part of him instead. He almost desperately mouths and licks at the bruised and dented skin as the next wave of the orgasm overwhelmed, and Prompto fell down into it with him, clenching harder, body wracked with tremors until Noctis could feel him coming as well.
Prompto. He was practically wailing, nonsense and pleading mixed into his gasping breaths. But somewhere inside it all, had he? Noctis couldn't be sure exactly what he'd heard, but let the words settle into a warm place in his heart, wrap around and pull him down from the frenzy.
He tugged his hips back, just to test. Couldn't budge. Gods, of course they'd fit together perfectly. He gathered Prompto up into his arms, pulled him upright again and into his lap, let him collapse forward against his chest to cling to his shoulders.]
There. Full now, got it full for you. Just for you.
[He's got to accept that he's babbling too, just enough out of his mind with pleasure and some selfish pride. This is his omega. He was his alpha now, his first alpha, the only alpha he'd ever know. Good. He nudged Prompto upright, and coaxed him into a soft kiss.]
[ There's too much to feel at once. Prompto's orgasm tapers off slowly, so slowly-- less dwindling away and more sinking back to a low simmer, his heartbeat pounding out pulses of heat through his entire body. Gods, or is it Noctis' pulse, the deep throbbing he can still feel in the core of his body where they're tied? Or the aching bruise over one scent gland that Noctis had bitten and sucked into the skin in the throes of his own climax (briefly, Prompto wonders if Noctis had actually marked him, but it doesn't... feel like it)-- or the absolute fullness of the alpha's release still trapped deep inside him? Everything is hot and aching so satisfyingly, his body limp and damp with a fine sheen of sweat, an absolute mess of fluid between his legs and down the insides of his thighs, the stretch of his inner walls around Noctis' swollen knot just bordering on pain, and it's delicious.
His own arousal, too, is less frantic. The burn of desperate need is something deeper now, something liquid, ebbing and flowing with his heavy breath. His heart--
A tiny moan escapes his throat as Noctis tugs his weak body up into his arms again, and he curls in against the man's broad chest, looping his arms around him and pulling as close as possible-- his hips shift, and the tug of the knot makes a little ember pop amongst the glowing coals of his pleasure (for him, for him, Noctis is murmuring against his ear as Prompto softly kisses and bites at a clavicle between soft and needy noises, this is his alpha giving him his knot). This-- oh. Having lost the frantic edge of needing release (for now), the low pulse of lust is more intimately tied through the sensation of being held so close, the feeling of another heartbeat against his own, the meandering lips and heat of skin. He could drown in this feeling, oh so willingly. It's bliss.
Noctis shifts his shoulder a bit, making Prompto lift his heavy head, pulling him in for a kiss-- and that only makes the warmth curling around in the pit of his stomach give a soft tug, a sweet sting of pleasure. Noctis is saying something...? It filters through Prompto's hazy mind without catching at first, leaving him to softly moan and nudge their mouths together again, and again. Did he mean... what? He can't remember. This warm swirl of lust isn't letting him think straight-- one hand slides down between them, gently closing around his already-again-half-hard cock, giving a faint stroke (and oh that feels-- it's not normally like this, pleasure so deep from such a small touch--).
Finally, however, it connects. He plays back over the last few minutes, hears himself crying out the exact three words he should most certainly have not said, not this early on-- a little flare of anxiety churns up in Prompto's heart (he doesn't sound angry or upset, he tells himself a little hectically, he doesn't sound off-put), turning his face red again in embarrassment. Well. It isn't as though Noctis can exactly run at the moment. He tips his head forward again against his alpha's shoulder. ]
[Oh. There's a shift once Prompto comes down from the rush, relaxing against Noctis. He's so clearly overwhelmed. Noctis' words don't even seem to connect, his question answered with wordless murmurs and sloppy kisses mouthed so-so softly against Noct's lips. He was so small, and Noctis wondered briefly if he was going to just fall apart in his arms like that, washed away by their combined lust.
There was so much trust there.
Noctis released his grip on Prompto's shoulders, despite his lack of confidence in the boy's ability to keep himself upright. He was rewarded with a quiet sigh, and another little kiss-- it was so easy to let go under these gentle ministrations. It felt like being worshipped. Noctis let his mouth open, Prompto licking inside. Fuck. He was some kind of lucky, wasn't he? This kind of oral fixation was something he could get into.
He could already feel Prompto's cock twitching back to full, pressing against his stomach when he leaned in for each kiss. There really was something impressive about heats, about being young, about just Prompto, wasn't there? Noctis cupped his hand around, just to feel, just to drag his fingers down that length and feel Prompto shudder again. The same shiver flowed from Prompto's arms down Noctis' spine, curling his toes from almost nothing. This omega. His omega.
Something in the tension doesn't let go until Prompto buries his head against Noct's shoulder again. And he's answering the question. Noctis feels it his throat, tight and burning as he tries to respond. All he can manage is a slow nod as he pulled Prompto in closer, hugging him against his chest. It seemed hard to believe. They'd have to talk about this, obviously. Without the distractions. Noct rubbed his thumb over the bruises he'd bitten into Prompto’s neck. Maybe they should have already talked, before it boiled over into this. It's easy at least to hold Prompto, wait for the emotions to settle back into place. Love. He'd meant it. Or at least thought he meant it, the doubt in Noctis' mind helpfully reminded. People said a lot of things, if you fucked them hard enough.
But it had never felt exactly like this before. Everyone else that had touched Noctis, anyone he'd given his knot to before-- there'd never been this kind of warmth. Noctis focused on relaxing, tried to stay in the moment he was in. Wouldn't be fair to Prompto to waste this tie over an identity crisis, right? He owed him an answer still, didn't he?]
Don't worry. [Not exactly what he meant to say. But it's easier to hesitate then to be honest. ] I do too. I love you.
[Prompto shifted in his lap, setting off a chain reaction of physical reminders. There's just enough change in sensation that Noctis growls back the urge to dig his teeth into that mark again. Something to counter the flutter of muscles around his knot, working to make sure he couldn’t completely forget how connected they really were in the moment.
He leaned back, relaxing against the pillows, and steadied his hands against Prompto's thighs again. His fingertips rested perfectly in the row of fresh bruises, gorgeous. He squeezed into them, urging Prompto to sit up.]
[ Prompto's not entirely sure how he'd expected Noctis to respond. It's silent just long enough for the little stir of anxiety in his chest to grow teeth (he shouldn't have said it, he shouldn't have admitted it, it's too soon, it's not what Noctis needs or even wants, what place does an omega not even out of school yet have in the life of a successful and rather well-to-do man and alpha?), but...
But Noct is holding his breath, the tension holding until Prompto feels something in him give way, like a dam springing a leak and letting off some of the pressure behind it. Noctis seems to melt in a little closer, the soft sweep of his hair brushing against Prompto's shoulder as he slowly nods a couple of times, and-- his arms, those deceptively strong arms curl gently around him and pull him closer. The breath that he'd released gets caught in Prompto's throat instead as he tries to parse it all through his heart's instinctive panic-- Noctis is too kind, of course, too gentle to push him away (figuratively... speaking... after all, it isn't like either one of them is going to be moving from here for a little while yet) after he'd accidentally allowed himself to be so vulnerable with his feelings (stupid, stupid), but he's dreading the "I'm flattered, but..." that he's absolutely sure has to be coming--
Instead: I do too. I love you.
The breath in Prompto's chest takes on a slightly painful, burning quality the longer he holds it. Or maybe it's the stinging behind his eyes that's doing it? He couldn't have heard that right. It's got to just be a flight of fancy his enamored heart is spinning for him (it's nothing he's ever really heard before, shown precious little love, from anyone), but... no, he heard it. Noctis... loves him. Noctis loves him.
He's softly biting at the side of Noct's neck again, mouthing aimlessly at the gland, surrounding himself in the alpha's scent and hugging closer yet (closer, closer, gods can they fuse into one inseparable being?), all as a distraction to keep the sudden crescendo of emotion in his chest from spilling out of him. He can't entirely stop the prick of tears (overwhelmed, in so many ways now), and breathing almost hurts, but a deeply sweet flush takes over his entire face, watery eyes half-lidding as a heart-deep smile finds his reddened lips. His alpha. His lover. Gods.
His breath sucks sharply back into his lungs as the position slowly shifts; even through all the sentiment, his body is responding, and oh, oh-- suddenly it's all back in the forefront, like a signal flare bursting to life in front of him. A small pivot of his hips, and Noctis' knot faintly rolls inside of him, reawakening all the nerves at his stretched-wide entrance and that spot that's been under almost constant pressure, just starting to swell and throb with his slow-burning arousal again--
A soft noise, somewhere between a moan and a surprised yelp, pulls from his lips as he spreads his legs out wider to compensate as Noctis leans back; Prompto keeps his balance with his knees pressed to the mattress on either side of the man's slender hips, his spine curving slightly to press him in as close as possible, and still, the slight tug of that knot against his rim-- gods, the pressure. His cock jerks again, almost fully hard now, but-- for the time being, he leaves it alone. It's too delicious like this, having every ounce of the pleasure he feels pulled from Noctis alone: his hands, his mouth, his thick cock buried so deep inside of him. Prompto's head tips back with a shaky inhale as those pinpoints of dull pain along his thighs drag him back into his body, tether him there, as Noctis' fingers press into the bruises perfectly cut out for them there. ]
N-- not done. No way.
[ He can't help the way his smile turns into a breathless little grin in lieu of the teasing, the lightening of the mood-- and his hands crest over the smooth skin of Noctis' shoulders, slide full-palmed down his chest to rest at the faint outline of muscle at his abdomen, half-admiration-half-steadying. Not done, not done-- the lower simmer of his arousal is boiling up again, hotter and hotter, despite the loss of the initial edge of desperation. It's sweeter now. Deeper.
--Though, he still doesn't have the most practical experience in this, and perhaps now some of the red gracing his features is the shyness of inexperience, but Prompto is nothing if not bold. Taking a slow, shivering breath (and feeling his whole body shiver in time with it), he slowly rolls his hips, grinding down against Noctis' lap, shifting himself around the knot so fully plugging him. And oh, oh-- the heavy press against his prostate, the inward rub, that alone has a pulse of pleasure flooding out over his haywire nerves, a cooling star shedding its outer corona to pull back to its hottest, densest state. ]
Noct-- that-- oh, gods. There's so... much-- [ Is he talking about the swell of the knot? The thickness of blunt cock filling him, rubbing up along his shuddering inner walls? The distinct feeling of the rolling liquid of Noctis' first release still swimming deep inside of him? Or maybe his own wetness leaking out around the knot in thick, dripping strands? Maybe all of it at once. Prompto grinds down again, with a little more confidence this time, gasping around the sensation. ] --love it, love it, love you--
[It's undeniable that Prompto looks good where he is-- perched over Noctis' hips, looking practically pleased with himself. But once he starts to move-- so unsure of himself for just a single moment before that perfect enthusiasm has him grinding down deliciously-- it steals Noctis' breath. He tightened his grip, feeling Prompto's legs working to move them together. The way they trembled, like they were barely holding him up echoed the gasp in his breath. He let Prompto lead all their motion for a moment. This was his heat, after all. They were here, embroiled in this, to satisfy the desperate needs of his body, weren't they? And Noctis enjoyed it. Prompto's hands rested on his stomach so casually, but he'd seen the way Prompto bit his lips and traced his eyes along the definition of Noctis' abs. It felt good being appreciated. Admired.
Their confessions had reforged this somehow. Something hotter had built around Prompto, concentrating his passion from the desperate, aimless thing it had been when Noctis first arrived into a focused shape. Words spilled easily from him now, instead of the shy whimpers and whines. Noctis wanted this. Wanted to keep this. Wanted to show this off. There it was again, though, that diaphanous notion of responsibility choking him off again. Every intention he had of making Prompto a part of his life coming with a surge of can't, shouldn't.
He forced that hesitance back down, pushing his hips up to meet Prompto's grinding instead. None of that mattered. Not with Prompto chanting his love like that. ]
Think you can take more? Gonna find out.
[It's too easy to grin, let the mood sway back into their light hearted teasing. Prompto's set the rhythm, but Noct has the physical advantage here-- he picks it up, just a little faster. More fun if he got to see Prompto bounce a little. It was probably for the best that Prompto stay on top, honestly. The further Noctis let himself sink into the drunken haze of alpha satisfying an omega's heat, the more he wantes to bear down. Put Prompto on his knees, face pressed to the mattress.
He'd beg for it then, wouldn’t he? So pretty, so good. What a good omega. Somewhere in his distraction Noctis had started mumbling his praise out loud. He was losing track, really, of the lines between fantasy and reality. But Prompto deserved to hear it-- He'd taken his first knot so well. Look at how much he'd come. Could he feel it? How much he'd milked out of. Noctis already? There was more, more.
Noctis shuddered through a weak pulse of orgasm. Just at enough to keep every nerve of his body surging with electricity. He could smell it now, traces of his own release leaking free with Prompto’s slick. The idea that he was completely filling this boy up? Gods, it was something he'd gladly do again and again.
He reached up, toying with Prompto's nipples a moment before smoothing his hands down the boy's sides, following the soft flow of freckles down that pale skin. He pet his way back up again, letting his palms curve over as much skin as he could caress. ]
[ Everything's still moving a little languidly in Prompto's head, thick and slow and sweet even through the cacophony of sensation in the rest of his body-- as such, Noctis' tease takes a second longer to connect than the action behind it. Those strong hands curl tighter around his hips, and suddenly Noctis is lifting up, grinding back into him as Prompto pushes down, and oh, oh-- gods, the pulse of heat from that shift nearly knocks his breath away. He's so deep. He's so deep. ]
I-- I can-- more-- let me show you--
[ It's completely nonsensical babbling, words that cut off with a high little cry as those hands pull, and Noctis hips draw back, pump up, slowly dragging him into a steadier rhythm. Prompto's thighs are burning, quivering, hips shaking as he tries to find the beat-- until something clicks and they're moving in perfect tandem; faster, harder. Prompto's head snaps back, mouth open but soundless as his body jolts, bouncing against Noctis' hips. Each slap together is audible, and the tug of that knot against his stretched-wide entrance on each pull outward-- the deeper plunge of it, rubbing up against that swollen-hot spot inside of him--
He rolls forward slightly as his breath staggers back into his lungs, letting out a long and shuddering whine. His hands splay harder against Noctis' abdomen just as a desperate hold to keep his balance as their bodies bound and rebound, hair falling across his face and breasts jolting up and down with each thrust. Fuck, it's so much. Pleasure pounds through him on each heavy bottom-out, so hot and deep it has his legs twitching in against Noctis' waist-- and fuck, he can feel all the churning inside of him, the absolute saturation of his own wetness and Noctis' cum, crashing somewhere deep like waves against walls. He's so full. And-- oh, gods, his insides clench down in a shuddering wave of arousal as his alpha's voice purrs across his ears, half-drunk praise tumbling from his lips like he doesn't even know he's saying it. What a good boy he is. How pretty, how nicely he's taking this knot, all this cum. How he knows Prompto can take a little more, a little more.
Vaguely, Prompto's aware that he's practically drooling, overwhelmed, panting and nodding desperately along. Gods, if Noctis wanted Prompto begging-- ]
More-- Noct, please, give me more, I'll take every drop of it, please, please--
[ Once again, his voice is cracked by a little sob of sensation as the rhythm stutters, as the alpha's cock twitches hard inside him, that knot pulses, that pressure deepening as Noctis fills him up even more. Noct is hissing a little bit, his fingers digging in harder as he shudders through his climax, and there's a pride there, in being the one taking him and everything he can give him. Red-faced and shivering, Prompto slips one hand back to curl around his own cock again, shoving his hips down and grinding in a heavy circle as he gives himself one good stroke-- and that's enough to take him apart again, the surge of his orgasm streaking up from his quivering thighs to the base of his skull along his arched spine, voice torn in a high cry as he streaks Noct's chest with his release again.
Fuck, fuck. Noctis' hands feel like bliss across his staticky nerves as his hips roll into a slower, shallower rhythm. ]
Fuck, Noct. [ He's almost crying from the pleasure of it all. ] I'm yours, always yours-- my alpha. Let me-- be so good for you, please, please.
[It isn't his choice when his pleasure spikes again, another deep orgasm that settles into his core before bursting out, an overwhelming thing. For as hard as it set his head spinning, the tension and release had him exhausted-- it was a blessing when Prompto kept them moving, ground himself down thicker and harder than they'd been moving before and. Ah. Prompto was falling apart again, stroking himself, panting and begging.
It really was the begging that did Noctis in. It crawled under his skin, igniting some possesive urge that was normally untapped. It's nearly satisfied by Prompto coming again, shivering and screaming Noct's name. Perfect, perfect. Noctis could feel the last tremors rolling through Prompto's body, feedback fed directly to his knot and answered back in it throbbing and twitching.
Prompto takes no time to recover. Just rolls them into a slower rhythm, keeping Noct's knot buried deep. Noctis likes the luxury of it, imagines what this would be like in his bed. Both of them surrounded in plush and silk, Prompto dressed in some form fitting and lace. So good for his alpha indeed.]
Making a mess, aren't you?
[Noctis dragged his fingers through the cooling remains of Prompto's cum on his stomach, then smeared lower to tease through the mixture of slick and his release collecting between them. It was sticky and hot, clinging to his skin. He rolled Prompto's sac in his palm, played with his softening cock. Let their motions push it into his grip. Gorgeous, he really was. Even like this, desperate and covered in sweat and cum. Especially like this.
There was some feeling boiling up, that he could almost call "guilt"-- that he had had some direct hand in this. That plenty of this filth was his, and there were a million more appropriate ways to deal with all of this. He could have waited. But he hadn't. Now he didn't have to.
He smeared his hand down Prompto's thigh, spreading the mess down the taunt, trembling muscles. There were some signs of exhaustion starting to break through the boy's frenzy but they disappeared below the surface just as fast. He was just so eager. So ready to please. To serve his alpha.
He tugged back, it had to be-- not done by any means, but spent enough. It was something he liked, he had to admit. Pulling out just a little too soon, showing off the thickness of his knot. Making whoever he was with feel it. Maybe he'd make Prompto do it himself one day, while they fucked like this. He'd look incredible, using those muscular legs to push himself up slowly, slowly, sobs catching in his chest. Gods.
Noct slammed back in, as flush as possible. He'd never run out of fantasies with this boy.]
Think it's come down enough. You want me to take it out, or you want one more?
[ He can't stop, he can't stop, he can't stop. It's almost impossible to differentiate all the sensations at this point-- everything from the waist down feels liquid, molten, swelling and rolling in languid waves of boiling heat from his thighs, up through his hips and the tangle of desire in the pit of his stomach, out through the length of his throbbing cock and back over itself again.
It's ecstasy. It's agony. He's utterly overstimulated and all he wants is more, more, greedily taking in everything Noctis is willing to give him. More of the glowing-hot pleasure of the constant rolling press against his prostate, more of the searing ache of being so stretched around that thick knot for so long. More of those dark blue eyes, pupils blown wide with lust, gazing so possessively up at him as he rides him. More of those guiding hands on his hips, holding his rhythm steady. More.
The lightly chiding tease about his mess makes a shudder run through Prompto's body that staggers the beat for a moment, the strings of his arousal given a strong twang that he can't quite parse. Something in Noct's tone, the faint edge of playful danger, oh gods how he wants to chase that, how his body responds-- he bites his lip a little, head hanging slightly as he almost shyly nods, rolling his hips a bit deeper against Noctis' lap-- and the fingers idling through the mess between them. (The flare of deeper sensation makes him whimper. Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, it doesn't matter--) ]
Can't-- help it-- [ Still, he can't help a small and breathless grin quirking his lips, one eye cracking open through strands of sweat-limp hair hanging across it. Overwhelmed or not, returning the tease just comes too naturally. Prompto licks across his lips, half instinct and half suggestive. ] Unless you... want me to clean it up?
[ The moment of boldness evaporates mere seconds later, as that slick-coated hand cups upward, gently caressing over his sac and folding around his helplessly twitching cock, the slow rock of their hips making him gently fuck into it. The direct touch-- his alpha's hand instead of his own-- Prompto's head lolls back and he strangles out a cry, the bolt of pleasure shooting up his spine sharp and electric. Fuck.
It's only amplified by the slow pull of Noctis' hips that follows, the stretch of his entrance around the base of the knot flaring hot and biting at the heels of his ecstasy, stealing his breath again-- before those strong hands tighten on his waist, and he slams them back together. The noise that manages to escape Prompto's throat is nothing short of a sob.
His head rolls forward again as though his neck has lost the ability to hold it upright any longer, hair falling back into his face as he shakes it, desperately panting. Not yet, not yet. ]
Please-- one more. One more-- just one more, I want it-- wanna be... good for you, take it all...
[There wasn't an answer Prompto could have given that wouldn't have brought the same wide grin to Noct's face, the same curling satisfaction. But he wants to be good, wants to take it all-- Noctis couldn't be happier to keep giving it to him. Especially with his generous offer to take care of the mess himself. It's hard to discern what's heat and what's enthusiastic virgin at this point, but Noctis throughly enjoyed it from either angle.]
Alright, stay still. Just let it--
[He pushed back against Prompto's motions, moving against them to urge them slower. Deeper. The rocking of his hips concentrating down into a tremble in his thighs. The threat of motion still there, but Noctis trusted Prompto, knew he'd understand. Knew how overwhelming it must be, holding back despite Noctis' knot throbbing against him, that uncontrollable pulse resonating against everything his heat was asking for. He rubbed his hands along Prompto's legs, offering some kind of comfort through this small torture he was putting the omega through.]
There you go. Nice and slow now, show me what a good omega you are.
[It takes almost too much effort to still his own movements there's so much instinct, reflex and finally-tapped need shivering through his nerves. There's plenty to distract him, though. A gorgeous fucked-out omega, for instance. It was a different Prompto then he was used to seeing, for sure. Everything shy and guarded was broken down completely, just blonde hair falling into his flushed face. Sweat shining on his chest. Pretty pink nipples standing out against pale skin, framed by nipples. Prompto's fingers clenched at nothing as he caught his breath.
Noctis brushed the hair off Prompto's forehead, and brushed his knuckle down his cheek. His freckles were so prominent now, his skin glowing from the exertion. Noctis teased his fingers through his hair, lingering at the ends and letting his fingertips just barely tease down Prompto's neck. It was probably unfair to do to an omega in this kind of situation. He could see how swollen the scent glands were -- but pressed his thumb against it anyway. Rubbed a little circle there. Didn't bother hiding the way he bit his lip or the little groan of approval at the scent.]
[ Stay still, stay still. The words have to replay a few times through Prompto's addled brain, even as Noctis' hands tighten on his hips, pulling him down from whatever rhythm he'd been managing to maintain. Slower, slower, until the full weight of his body is pressed down over the thickness of Noctis' knot, pushing it deep and holding it there, pressure white-hot and relentless-- stay still? Every instinct in his body is telling him to writhe.
There's a low-level pull of command to the motions, though, and that-- gods. That absolutely overrides any of those instincts, replacing it with this burning need to obey. With a shaking whimper, Prompto stills himself as much as he's able (save, of course, for the tremble in his thighs that he absolutely can't stop), head hanging further and hands raking up onto his alpha's chest, fingers clenching and unclenching aimlessly. His breath-- he's almost sobbing with the intensity of it, the desperate knot of his heat twisting in the pit of his stomach.
It feels like he's on the very edge of completely melting down. He can feel every single throb of Noctis' knot (gods it's so heavy, pressed so deep) up against his inner walls like a drumbeat, reverberating through his body and ricocheting back on itself until his entire body feels like a cacophony-- the heat, the helpless ache, scorching through his veins. It's agony.
That soft, almost sympathetic stroke along his quivering thighs makes something in Prompto's chest give out, something warm and liquid cresting up through his throat and stinging behind his eyes, his desperate panting giving an occasional hitch. Fuck, he's completely overwhelmed, with sensation and emotion both; he wants this, he wants it, wants it, and oh gods he adores this man. Knows, in his heart, that Noctis is truly his alpha, the only one who can take care of him like this, the only one who can ever touch him, fill him, satisfy him-- love him.
His head lifts just a fraction as Noctis coaxes him on, enough to gaze in near-worship through the sheaf of hair that had fallen into his face, eyes hazy and half-wet-- and a hand comes up to gently shift the veil of blonde back aside, curling affectionately down his cheek. Down his jaw. Down his neck--
Oh, fuck. The soft pressure against the gland there sends a flood of heat down through his body, crashing against the dense pit of heat between his legs-- and his scent, the sweetness of it suddenly boiling up in the back of his throat, spreading through his senses. Prompto chokes out a moan that just borders on a desperate keen, fingers scratching at Noct's chest and hips shoving down as hard as possible, just to feel the hard shift inside him. His cock, already more than half-hard again, jolts hard against his alpha's belly with the pulse of exquisite pleasure that runs through him. ]
Noct-- Noct-- [ Nice and slow. Just like his alpha wants. And he does so want to be good for him, doesn't he?
His hips barely move, really. Prompto faintly rocks back and forth, slowly, letting that knot roll in heavy circles right up against where he's most sensitive-- and gods, gods, he's almost sure this kind of pleasure is going to kill him, it's too intense, like a pulsar spinning in tighter and tighter rotations between his legs. Everything is tense with it, seizing tight around his alpha's waist and hips and cock, on the verge of breaking. ]
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Date: 2018-03-18 07:38 am (UTC)It's just one of those things, common knowledge by now, how alphas and omegas have these... cycles. Health teachers like to try to equate it to beta girls and their periods, but it's weirder than that, tied intrinsically to the sex instinct, and... well, frankly, there's not a lot of good information out there. But there's stories, of course. There's whispers between other omegas, about these heats coming on so suddenly, how they feel like you're tearing in half from between the legs outward; the thickness of your scent, the uncomfortable heat inside, the wetness,, the desperate clawing need.
Prompto had, honestly, always just assumed people were being a little dramatic. It couldn't be that bad. Even Noctis had chuckled along while he'd said as much, amiably agreeing that maybe Prompto might handle it better than most.
Noctis... an unusual sort of "companion" for someone like Prompto to have. An improbable friendship considering that Prompto is very nearly half Noctis' age (not to mention the fact that he's an alpha), but he's easy to talk to; there's something about him that calms Prompto's usually-haywire nerves, he's kind and warm and funny and weirdly they have a lot of the same interests, and-- he's. Incredibly attractive. And Prompto has a gigantic crush on him that he's pretty sure he's lowballing the seriousness of. And...
And he's not entirely sure that it's one-sided. It feels egotistical to think so, but... lately, there have been more hands on shoulders, the small of his back, a pat on a knee or just a little too high on a thigh. There have been more flirtatious words. More shivers down his spine at a catch of the man's scent. Prompto keeps pushing the boundaries (he can't help it, he wants to see), even going so far as to sit in Noctis' lap while showing him a few photos he'd taken, and Noctis had not only taken it in stride, but... seemed amenable? He'd wrapped an arm around Prompto's waist, smiling slyly like it had been the most natural thing in the world.
That smile, his voice, his scent-- all currently at the forefront of Prompto's mind as he pumps his angry-red cock in his hand, desperately seeking some release, some relief from these increasingly vicious twists of arousal in his gut. His heat. His first. And damnit, everything everyone had ever said about it had been right. He's panting like he can't get enough air into his lungs, and this touch isn't enough-- even knowing it isn't going to help, he jams his other hand down between his legs, pushing three fingers through all the wet into his body, trying to build up any sort of satisfying feeling. He jolts, hips snapping down, and a shudder of an entirely-too-mild orgasm floods through him (literally, going by the sudden mess truly coating his hand), leaving an even hungrier burn behind it. It's torture.
Torture that, he finally decides, he can't weather alone. Prompto untangles himself, flinging himself from the chair into his bed, hissing and trying to curl into a position that's at least somewhat comfortable, wiping his hands haphazardly on the blankets in order to grab his phone and not make it completely disgusting.
And his stupid hands are shaking too badly to text properly. He manages to get out a 'help', but quickly realizes how stupid that is, and instead-- he calls. ]
Please don't be too busy. [ One ring. ] Please don't be too busy. [ Two. Another sharp coil of arousal twisting through his guts and tightening makes him whimper, makes him push a hand down between his legs again, humping hot and wet against it and the bed. ] Please, please, Noct.
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Date: 2018-03-19 01:27 am (UTC)It was an unexpected notification splashed across his screen-- "Prompto" and a line of interspaced chocobo and star emoji. He probably shouldn't have let the kid put his own contact in. Someone was liable to get the wrong idea about it one day. It was weird, though. Prompto never called, if he could text and he never texted if he could send weird photos and videos instead through apps that, honestly, Noctis just didn't understand.
There was a lot about Prompto that confused Noctis. Such as, why this incredible spot of sunshine was willing to spend so much time with him. There had to be someone else more deserving of his enthusiastic, optimistic joy. Honestly.
Somehow, there wasn't. Just a world that had ignored this perfect boy. There was something intrinsically unfair in that. For all the eyes and attention that had been on him his whole life, he couldn't help but understand the isolation, though. They'd become fast, easy friends through that unspoken connection.
Maybe a little too fast. Definitely too easy. Maybe Noctis should have been more responsible than getting so close to such a young omega. He might not be a textbook alpha, but if he was honest with himself, he was still a damn good example of one. So it hadn't exactly been a surprise when he started noticing Prompto acting a little flirty. He could understand that. So it stood to reason that it wasn't entirely his fault that it came so naturally to reciprocate the gestures. Let his hand linger a little too long on Prompto’s shoulder, simple things.
Oh, but how well Prompto had responded to that give and take. Acting like it was such a simple and natural thing to slide into Noct's lap and drape and arm around his shoulders. Noctis should have said something, done anything to put the distance back between them that he knew was the right thing to do. But, instead, he'd put and arm around that pretty, trim waist and leaned in closer to look at whatever photos Prompto was showing him that day.
He felt bad he couldn't remember them. Normally, Prompto's own passion and energy pulled Noctis into a matching enthusiasm, but all he could remember was how perfect it felt having Prompto so close. How nice his warmth was. How nicely their scents mingled and how nice his mark would look torn into that pale skin. He'd swallowed down that last fault fast-- no no no. He wasn't an animal, those instincts could stand to stay silent, thank you. He really hoped it was just some alpha reaction he couldn't control at least. That's that he was telling himself everytime his fantasies turned a little brighter blonde, a little shorter, a little more freckled and smiling as they begged him Please, please.
Just. Alpha instinct.
Kid hadn't even had his first heat yet.
It was cute, though, the bravado he had about the most inescapable part of this whole package. What's the big deal? Can't be that bad! Noctis had laughed and agreed, because, why not? Maybe Prompto's get lucky, be one of those omegas that have nice mild heats. Noct wasn't sure he'd ever met one of those few, but they had to be out there. He'd left out the details of his own ruts, the driving desire that clouded his mind, the stifling headaches, the burning fevers. Unimportant details, when he could be imagining Prompto instead.]
Hello?
[Noctis did his best to keep his tone worried, but not too concerned. Level, but not uncaring. It was totally inappropriate how proud he felt that, whatever was happening, whatever emergency had obviously struck in Prompto’s life, he was the one Prompto had called. He was coming to him for help. Noct's heart swelled with a protective pride. Prompto trusted him. No one ever trusted Noctis with anything, but now that curse had broken.
Except, he couldn't exactly make out much on the other end of the line. If anything, it just sounded lewd. Heavy breathing (was that Prompto? God, that sound would fuel his dreams for a long time, no no no. This wasn't meant for him, something had to be a mistake. Just accidentally called him in a. Private. Moment. Maybe. Noctis felt a blush creeping up his neck. He tried. speaking up, promising he'd hang up if there was no response. Any second now. Stop listening to that breathing, those faint, wet sounds. Oh.]
You, you there? Prompto?
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Date: 2018-03-19 07:01 am (UTC)Second, however: that low, sonorous voice sends a rush down Prompto's spine, hot and fast and slamming into the dense pit of need between his legs, and he only just bites back a moan. Even through the shitty earpiece, the faint crackle of a not-totally-sturdy connection, Noctis' voice seems to resonate at exactly the right frequency to edge under his skin and shiver along his nerves-- and it's just making everything worse.
He gives another helpless grind into his hand underneath him, squeezing around his aching cock, rubbing his palm into the wet head-- and that. That does tear that moan from his throat, quiet and bitten as it is.
Fuck, right, he's supposed to say something, rather than just drag on what must sound like a dirty prank call. ]
'M here. Noct... Noct, are you busy? Tell me you're not busy. [ It's hard to speak coherently. It's hard to do anything that isn't trying to take the desperate edge off these relentless waves of arousal. ] I need help. [ Not enough, not enough-- a frustrated little gasp, and Prompto pushes himself up onto his knees, leaning his weight on the arm holding his phone to his ear, while the other shoves under to curl up past his cock, behind his balls, sinking two fingers effortlessly inside of himself again. He scissors them apart, crooks them inward until his wrist hurts, still all to very little avail. Another little noise escapes him, a near sob of frustration. ] I need your help, Noct.
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Date: 2018-03-20 02:37 am (UTC)Noctis' conscious finally almost caught up with him, had him ready to end the call when finally Prompto's voice broke out over the speaker. If not for everything else he'd heard, Noctis would have assumed the boy had been crying.
I need your help, Noct.
It was such a desperate plea, Noct felt his heart honestly break a little.]
Are you okay? Prompto?
[Did he say something? About what he'd heard? About what it sounded like. Noctis kicked himself. What if something really was wrong, and here he'd been, a pervert about it instead. Absolutely thinking the wrong thing about the wrong person.
He'd never forgive himself if something had actually happened to Prompto. A heavy swirl of almost nameless emotions washed over Noct. No. He'd try harder, he'd do anything to protect that boy. Keep him closer to him.
At the same time, he was pretty sure he hadn't misinterpreted those sounds. Another broken moan, a little more desperate but tinged with the sort of frustration that Noctis hated to admit was becoming very relatable at the moment. Something would have to be very seriously wrong for that sound to not enter the lexicon of Noct's dreams.]
C'mon, Prompto. Talk to me.
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Date: 2018-03-20 04:04 am (UTC)No, not just something. Someone. An alpha, whose arms are so warm, whose scent complements his own so well, whose knot would feel so good throbbing and filling out inside of him--
Fuck. Prompto whimpers, cursing under his breath as a hot jolt streaks down his spine, plucking at his arousal like a string, every twang feeling sharper than the one before it. He's aching, he's burning. And... Noctis is coaxing him to speak, to tell him what's wrong. (Is it his phone, or had Noctis' voice gotten throatier?) ]
It's-- fuck. Noct, I was wrong. I can't-- [ He swallows hard, and there's so much of the cloying sweetness of his own scent in it that it nearly turns his stomach in a completely different way, and all he can think of-- all he can think of is tasting the heat of Noctis against his tongue, the smoke and spice he'd been slowly becoming so familiar with.
But... he still hasn't actually said what's wrong. Prompto's face is heating scarlet, out of simple embarrassment. ] I'm... it's my heat.
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Date: 2018-03-20 05:41 am (UTC)He shouldn't, he needed to do something. Distance. He was older, he had a responsibility.]
Where are you?
[Oh, but he was already replaying those gasps in his memory. Rearranging every fantasy he'd ever had to fill in the blanks with freckles and bright blue eyes. He did have a responsibility. Prompto trusted Noctis enough to call him for help. He should do his best to rise to that, show Prompto that his trust wasn't misplaced at all. That Noctis could take care of him. Would take care of him.
He couldn't risk some other Alpha finding his Omega.
His skin crawled at the thought as he balanced his phone against his shoulder, struggled a little to get his car door unlocked and open. He took a deep breath as he settled down into the driver's seat. Keep a level head, Caelum. Don't take advantage. Don't give in to instinct. Shit.
He'd been burying a lot of feelings lately. Trying to pretend for the sake of keeping their relationship appropriate. If Noctis was going to be honest, he wanted this. He'd hoped for this. He'd love to blame it all on shitty alpha instincts, hormones and chemical reactions firing off in his brain that he couldn't control. But that was a cheap excuse. None of it was ever out of his control. There was a flip side to that coin, wasn't there? He could trust himself. He could trust Prompto.]
You at home? I'm on my way, okay?
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Date: 2018-03-20 08:28 am (UTC)And then, out of the quiet: Where are you?
Prompto shudders through a relieved sigh, blinking back the sudden burn behind his eyes as the tension unwinds from around his heart. Stupid omega hormones, if Noct feels like calling him on it. Noctis is speaking between the lines; asking where he is confirms that he's coming to find him-- to help him, the way he'd asked for it. All Prompto's anxiety washes away in the surge of fantasies that rush across his mind instead; soon, gods, soon those warm hands will be on his body, those lips on his skin. He can almost feel the scratch of the man's slightly unkempt beard-- at his neck, his abdomen, his inner thigh. The dense, red-hot coil of arousal between his legs wrenches tight again, making his legs quiver, another shameless stream of fluid running down the backs of his thighs as he pants softly against the phone.
Words. Words are a thing. He's about to answer-- when he can hear, on the other end, the unmistakeable sounds of Noctis fumbling with his keys, a couple of failed attempts to get a car door open. Even through the fog of lust, Prompto can't help the staggered moment of breathy laughter that breaks from his chest. ]
Yeah, I'm... I'm at home. Don't crash your car, okay?
[ His knees give out on him; Prompto rolls to his side instead, curling into himself a little, like it might contain this heat that's threatening to scorch him to cinders. He changes tactics again, hand abandoning his cock to dip under and press against his entrance-- and this time, he nudges a fourth finger in beside the third. The extra little burn in the stretch makes him gasp, push them in deeper, riding his hips against them in a rhythm he can't at all sustain. ]
Sh-should... probably just let you drive, huh...?
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Date: 2018-03-21 02:03 am (UTC)Or any of the sounds Prompto was making, really. Did the boy have any idea how vocal he was? If this was how loud he was when he was alone, Noctis was absolutely going to enjoy himself.]
Yeah, shouldn't drive distracted, you know?
[Wow. What a stupid thing to say. He was such an old man. Besides that, it was obvious he was going to be distracted the whole drive, regardless of whether or not he was on the phone.]
You gonna be okay? I'll hurry.
[Okay, maybe it had been a while since Noctis had been with an omega. Or anyone. A long while. Maybe that was fueling a little bit of this desperate need that was aching in Noctis' groin, crawling under his skin, and turning over and over in his mind.
It was something he'd considered before. A topic he'd wanted to breach but couldn't quite figure out how to approach. Maybe not the sex necessarily, but there was a connection he cherished with Prompto. It was a little old fashioned as a concept, but if he'd wanted? It wasn't outrageous for an alpha to take an omega under his wing, lead him, care for him.
Maybe it would lead to marking down the line, but it didn't have to. They could just be together. Like they already were.
Gods, Noctis couldn't wait to taste Prompto.]
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Date: 2018-03-21 06:03 am (UTC)Still... there is the unspoken implication that even though he's not going to be on the phone, Noct is going to be plenty distracted on the way over. Prompto's thoughts are spinning out, eyes closing as he imagines Noctis in the driver's seat of his (ridiculously expensive) car, having to shift his legs apart for the heavy press of his thick cock against the seam of his pants, hard and twitching its interest. There's a certain sort of pride in knowing he'd turned Noctis on, even if he hadn't necessarily intended it (and what, exactly, had he thought he was doing continuing to fuck himself on his fingers while on the phone with him if not exactly that?). It's a border they've never crossed. One they've flirted with before, more than once. And now... ]
I'll live a bit longer. [ The words catch on another little gasp as his fingers crook inward slightly, just barely brushing up against that particularly sensitive spot, just enough to send a helpless shudder through his body. Gods, he can't get the angle right at all. He bites his lip to hold back the noise of frustration. When he speaks again, his voice is a little less teasing, a little more honest. ] Seriously though, hurry.
[ They end the call at that point, and the loss of even that mild distraction makes the desperate need all the more unbearable. Now that he knows Noctis is actually on his way here, to hold him, to fuck him-- his thoughts are a mess of filthy fantasies, blurring through his mind at a breakneck pace, leaving only flashes of detail. Noct's tongue laving a long stripe up his neck. A hand squeezing hard around the (embarrassingly) soft flesh of his chest, nipple pinched between two knuckles. Fingertips trailing up through the rivulets of wet cascading down his thighs. The weight of Noctis' body as he pushes in, stretching Prompto's entrance even further around his engorged cock--
Fuck. Prompto curls into himself again, shuddering through another small and completely unsatisfying orgasm, a distinct wet spot forming on the bedspread underneath it. This is hell, but... soon. Soon. He won't have to suffer it alone anymore.
That's really the crux of it, his heart helpfully informs him. He won't have to suffer alone. Noctis is... he doesn't have to do this. He could have anyone, omega or otherwise, and he's coming here to be by Prompto's side. (Of course, there's a little niggle of self-doubt he can never quite get rid of, that not-so-helpfully floats the idea that he's only doing it because he's not an asshole and he wouldn't turn Prompto away, rather than anything deeper than that, but... Prompto swallows it down, trying to land somewhere in between his soaring heart and his disagreeable anxiety. At the least-- he knows Noct cares about him. And that's why he's coming here. Because they have a connection-- they have a way of simply being with each other. Something intrinsic.)
He half-considers putting on a pair of pants before Noct shows up, some instinct to try and make himself and his space presentable, but once he manages to get himself to his feet-- well. There hardly seems to be a point, going by the veritable streams of slick fluid leaking down the insides of his thighs. So he sticks to the slightly-too-large t-shirt, which is long enough to make him (slightly) decent, despite starting to hang off one shoulder. Gods, Noctis has to be close by now, doesn't he? Maybe that's the sound of his car pulling up against the side-street?
Walking is entirely more effort than it's worth; he keeps twitching and doubling over slightly as sharp spikes of lust keep hammering into his guts, but finally, finally he manages to make it to the front door, and... fuck it, he'll just wait here. Who cares if he seems over-eager. He is.
His muddled senses, however, thankfully prove right. Prompto hears an engine cut, and the faint sound of footsteps. (He can almost imagine he can catch the faintest notes of Noctis' scent as he approaches, somewhere through the thick layers of his own.) And finally: a knock on the door. Almost before the light rapping had finished it's rhythm, Prompto is pulling the door open, peeking around the corner just to be sure-- and he's never in his life felt so relieved to see someone as he is to see Noctis now. The door opsns fully. ]
...Hey. [ Now that he's here... he's shy. A blush has taken over his cheeks, and his lips are turned up a little bit in a slightly sheepish smile, his fingers wringing together just for want of something to do. Should he reach out? Should he-- ] Ah, sorry-- here, come on in.
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Date: 2018-03-21 04:27 pm (UTC)Now it was just a matter of traffic. Why did people insist on driving so slowly sometimes? Noctis fully knew he was the asshole in a nice car impatiently swerving around between lanes, but yes. He was that guy. At least Prompto was close to his office.
That was how they'd met, wasn't it? That sort of existing in the same orbit. Prompto had seen Noctis at the convenience store down the street. Noctis had saved him once at the arcade, winning a large stuffed bird after seeing the boy was agonizing over his lack of pocket change in the front of the place.
They'd played some stupid light gun game together the rest of the afternoon. It was the first time Noctis had had fun in so long. It reminded him of high school, laughing and smiling with his tie pulled loose and his jacket sleeves rolled up like that.
Prompto had become an easy sort of escape after that. It didn't take much for Noctis to slip away into that world instead, or for him to pull Prompto into his own. There was such a charm in the bald-faced sense of wonder he could pull out of Prompto sometimes. Noctis didn't usually like that feeling of pride, it wasn't like anything he had was really his, he'd just taken over his father's life like he was supposed to but--once a Prompto had grabbed his hand, looked at him in absolute awe and it was an incredible moment. He'd never forget it.
Finally. At least he'd managed to park right in front of Prompto’s house. Was that a bad idea? How was this sort of thing supposed to work? It always seemed more exciting, but somehow simpler in movies.
He hadn't expected to be so nervous when he knocked on the door. Or when it opened, Prompto just barely peeking around the corner.
That scent, though. It was phenomenal, the way it filled Noctis' senses completely. It was sweet, in a different way than Prompto usually scented. Absolutely stronger. Still it mingled with the hard musk and spice of Noctis' in such a lovely harmony, he couldn’t help but hum a pleased little sound.]
Hey. Sorry you had to wait.
[The oversized shirt was cute, Noctis wondered for a moment how Prompto would look in one of his. Making coffee in his kitchen some morning, his thighs just as bare and glistening with slick as they were now. Just as flushed and shy. Coming back to curl up in bed together. Maybe one day.
Those thighs, though. Usually, Noctis saw Prompto in his uniform. Sometimes casual sweatpants and a tanktop, but never so much unbroken skin. It was so pale, soft looking. Still scattered over with freckles. The shine of slick and cum was a filthy detail that brought that shiver back to Noct's spine. Through the sweetness of his scent, the boy smelled like sex. Noctis couldn't resist the tease as he followed Prompto into his house.]
Been busy?
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Date: 2018-03-21 08:28 pm (UTC)Oh, his scent. Prompto briefly leans back against the door, as much using his weight to shut it behind them as simply needing to ease the quiver that runs down through his legs; even normally Prompto is quietly obsessed with Noctis' scent, the heavy warmth of it, the threads of smoke and spice that he always wants to tangle himself into and keep for himself. But in the state he's in... gods, it's almost tangible, swirling through his senses and pouring down through his veins, leaving everything in its wake tingling and sensitive, twisting his arousal somewhere even deeper. (He half-considers begging Noctis to take him right here and now, up against the door.)
Noct is saying something, though? Prompto blinks a couple of times, clearing the fog enough to trace back and catch the sly tease about his current state, and his flushed grin pulls a little wider even as that pink deepens another shade. ]
Busy yes. Productive no. [ A double-entendre, of course: Noctis is welcome to interpret it however he likes.
After a moment, he feels confident enough in his shaky legs to push away from the door (even this small distance between them now is maddening, he wants to feel his warmth, his touch, the weight of his body--), but another wave of shyness pulls through him as he starts to move towards his room. Is that too presumptuous...? Of course, it's why Noctis is here, but--
In the end, he doesn't want Noctis thinking he's only using him to quell the drowning waves of his heat. They're burning a lot of the steps here-- it's not exactly a "usual" courtship (though perhaps not unusual between alphas and omegas, either), but the feelings he has for Noct are riding just as high. He's a little bit frozen into inaction for a moment (his brain isn't exactly cooperating through the haze, either), but then finally defaults back to simply getting closer.
It's less than graceful, considering that a sharp twist between his legs makes him stagger slightly, but he pushes forward into Noctis' arms, looping his own tightly around the man's waist. An innocent enough embrace, if it wasn't for the soft moan that escapes his lips, and the way he absolutely can't stop himself from rubbing up against him closer, closer. ]
Just glad you're here now.
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Date: 2018-03-23 06:07 am (UTC)Right, though. This was his home. It was starting to become too easy to think of Prompto as a permanent fixture in his life. Noctis kept overlapping their lives into one ideal that he was going to have to accept just wasn't reality. Maybe, maybe.]
They get easier.
[He was about to step a little closer, catch Prompto if he wobbled in place too much more. But he found his balance, of sorts. There were a few confident steps there, at least. Noctis follows, trying to keep what he assumes is a respectable distance. What if he'd misread something here?
Gods, he'd really just jumped to the conclusion that something physical was what Prompto had asked for, hadn't he? Prompto must have known Noctis could hear everything during that phone call. But still, too many doubts and hypothetical outcomes turned themselves over in his mind. So he stayed hos step back, no matter how much he wanted to let his fingertips drag down that pale, exposed neck. Kiss away whatever goosebumps he pulled to the surface, until Prompto melted into his arms. Help him maneuver out of that shirt so Noctis could finally see him, all of him--
It wasn't the first time Noctis had imagined what Prompto's body would look like. Smooth lines and lean muscle. His imagination never could agree on the freckles. Sometimes they just cascaded over his shoulders, leaving the rest of his skin milky, and unmarred. Other nights they were scattered everywhere, inviting tracing touches to roam over every inch. It would be nice to know for sure .
Assuming that was even what Prompto wanted. Noctis shifted uncomfortably. He'd never been inside Prompto's home before. What a time to visit.]
I'll help you out, okay? Just tell me what you need.
[Real casual, Noct. Act like you didn't have a perfectly clear idea of what you wanted to do to "help". Idiot.
There wasn't exactly time to berate himself completely, since the words had barely formed, were only just leaving his mouth when Prompto was suddenly pivoting in place and practically tripping over his own feet to grab Noctis into a tight hug. Prompto's arms clasped tightly around Noctis' waist, and Noctis could feel him clutching a fist into the fabric of his shirt.
Oh, that moan. Noctis barely held back his own as Prompto pressed closer. There was a surge of the sweet scent, and Noctis knew why. He wasn't wrong, he couldn't be wrong. But if he was, what then?
Noctis rested a hand on top on Prompto's head, gently combing his fingers through it. His hands were shaking, so he settled on wrapping his arms around Prompto's shoulders, and pulling him in as close as he could. He could smell him so clearly, pressed so closely together. Noctis pressed his nose against the top of Prompto's head, let himself enjoy a breath from a world that was filled with just Prompto. It did so much to calm all his doubts. He loved him, didn't he? Somewhere along the line he'd gone and fallen in love with this omega. He wouldn't ruin this.]
Yeah, I'm here. Thanks for calling me.
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Date: 2018-03-24 04:52 am (UTC)But now. Now, gods, now he can't ever go back to that. He can't go back to pretending that his heart isn't involved, that this man is the first thing he thinks about in the morning and the last before he falls asleep. That he has starred almost exclusively in Prompto's fantasies of late. That this... this embrace, being held so closely against this alpha (his alpha, gods, please) isn't pretty much the best thing that's ever happened to him. He feels surrounded, tiny and cherished, absolutely drenched in the thick smoke-spice of his scent, and it's the only thing that's made him feel halfway okay since this damned heat started up. There's no point to pretending he isn't in love.
...Not to mention. The little details that filter in through the wave of near-relief. The outline of lean muscle and dip of spine where Prompto's hand is dug into Noctis' shirt. The firm chest his face is buried into. The understated strength in the arms surrounding him. The resonance of his voice. That scent.
Prompto's breath sticks in his chest a little as another little flood of arousal tingles in the base of his skull before meandering its way down through his body to swirl into the agonizing ache between his legs, whipping it into a turbulent rush. His thighs quiver deeply-- gods, all of him does, a brand new surge of wetness gliding down the insides of his legs, enough to drip (almost fucking audibly) onto the floor. He can't at all help the little whine that pulls up from his throat, eyes squeezing shut as he pushes himself up onto his toes, pressing in closer yet.
He'd thought he was needy before, but it's nothing like the wrenching, shuddering desperation that's burning through him now. Prompto knows, on some level, that he's asking a lot of Noctis here, but-- he needs it, needs it, needs it. ]
Noct-- fuck. [ It's a little muffled in Noctis' shirt, a little whimpering. ] I need you. I-- nn-- [ He can feel his face turning redder yet for being so shameless, but-- ] Please...
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Date: 2018-03-24 05:30 pm (UTC)To hear Prompto already begging-- what a perfect moment pulled out of his fantasies.]
I want this too.
[He whispers the confession softly, while his fingers still carded through Prompto's hair. Anything he could to to calm the boy's frantic desperation. It was cute, though, he had to admit. Part of him enjoyed the notion that it was his responsibility to soothe and care. He was the only one who could. The only one Prompto trusted and wanted in that. This perfect boy. Had he already known how much Noctis was falling for him?
He carefully peeled back from Prompto, gently brushing his knuckle over his face. He was flushed, sweating and trembling. Noctis wanted to memorize this. Hoped he'd get to see it again. There was a deep pulse of f jealousy at thought that one day anyone else might see this, might touch this soft skin-- he hated it. He let his hands wander over Prompto’s shoulders, down to his waist until he could slide his palms underneath the hem and finally, finally, press his hands into hot skin. It felt like a circuit connecting, a thrill traveling through his nerves that made his head swim. Perfect, perfect.]
Come on, let's get you comfortable. So I can take care of you.
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Date: 2018-03-24 07:16 pm (UTC)Noctis wants this too.
It's actually incredible, how much those four simple words completely untangle the snarled pit of anxiety that had scraped and dug itself into his guts even through the molten, churning liquid of his arousal. His breath releases in a small, shivering sigh, his relief maybe a little too noticeable as he faintly nods-- he feels like he's lifting further into Noctis' arms, suddenly absurdly light, freed from whatever forces of gravity had been keeping him on the ground. Noctis wants him. He does.
Which he proves again a moment later, finally letting himself touch the omega in his arms. Noctis starts to pull away slightly, and Prompto starts to make a noise of protest, but-- it's only as far as the alpha needs to go to get a proper look at him, tenderly stroke a bead of sweat off a flushed cheek before moving downward. Prompto's nerves track the warm weight of Noct's hands as they glide slowly down over the t-shirt, just enough to press into the pinched-in curve of his waist, before-- before pushing his fingers up underneath the hem of the shirt, dragging it upward as he flattens his palms against skin.
He'd be embarrassed-- the shirt tugging up obviously leaves him exposed from the waist down, and even if Noctis can't necessarily see it from this angle, being as close together as they still are he may very well feel exactly how hard Prompto's cock is, how hot, leaking in its own right-- but gods, having those warm hands finally, finally on his oversensitive skin (after so many weeks, month, fantasizing about exactly this,) wipes away any other reaction. He arches, gasping; it's like Noctis is lighting a fire inside of him just with the palms of his hands, dragging it through his body, his nerves all igniting and surging to the surface. Fuck, if even just this feels so good...
He hears Noctis gently urging them on. Offering to take care of him. And there is no denying at all the helpless twin surges of adoration and lust at the implication of it.
Prompto nods a little bit, biting his lip slightly, suddenly shy-- it's awful disconnecting, but he gently grabs at one of the hands on his waist and steps back on shaky legs, face flushing a little deeper as he finally gives the older man a light tug in the direction of his room. ]
Here... this way.
[ Moving is a special sort of near-impossible for how weak his arousal has him, but in small steps and little pulls, he finally guides them into his modest but comfortable room, still heavy with the scent of sex from all his agonized attempts at quelling the desperate waves of lust-- and he releases Noctis' hand with a slightly apologetic sound. ]
Sorry, I just-- [ He veritably collapses into the bed, like his legs simply couldn't keep him upright anymore-- but after a moment, he rolls over, holding his arms out for Noctis. For his alpha. ] Come here...?
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Date: 2018-03-25 05:29 pm (UTC)It was Noctis' turn to reel when they reached Prompto's room. He was nearly overwhelmed by the layers of scent built up there. He hardly noticed Prompto releasing his hand until he'd already flopped onto his bed with a little sound of defeat.
Shit. What a perfect sight. Prompto was beautiful, his shirt had ridden up, exposing him completely. His flat stomach, his long, slender legs, his chest just a little softer and fuller than usual (totally normal when an omega was in heat. Noctis would be lying if he tried to deny that he loved it. It looked especially good on Prompto’s frame.) All evidence of his attempts at satiating himself were out in the open-- his cock dripping against his stomach, his slick-smeared thighs spread just enough to offer a glimpse of his entrance, pink and obviously stretched.
The omega shifted positions, and stretched out his arms, reaching for Noctis. Well. that was an impossible invitation to turn down. Noctis slid onto the bed, let himself roll into Prompto's embrace again. He nuzzled against Prompto's neck, pulled by some combination of instinct and convenience. He let his teeth just graze over the swollen scent gland, just enough to satisfy that want to bite and possess. He let himself slide into that comfortable warmth as Prompto’s scent coated his tongue. His omega, finally, here and ready for him.
He leaned back, just long enough to tug Prompto's shirt off. Gorgeous. Noctis perched himself above Prompto, straddled over the boy. His pants were going to end up ruined, but that was hardly a concern when Prompto looked like that. His hair was tousled, and his skin flushed with some mix of arousal, exertion and the low level embarrassment that just seemed to be Prompto's life sometimes. The freckles - - they fell somewhere in between his fantasies, just a light spray across his skin that collected in pools at his shoulders and hips. They were cuter than he could have imagined. Noctis licked his lips as he surveyed every inch of the boy beneath him. It stirred a hunger in the pit of his stomach, made his cock throb, and tapped into a possessiveness that Noctis rarely felt so clearly.
This was his. No one else had ever seen this.
He ran his palms over that smooth skin, lingering over cute, pink nipples and squeezing the softness there appreciatively. He let his hands rest on Prompto’s hips, thumbs pressed into the hollow of his hip bones.]
Well? What do you wanna try first?
[It was too easy to tease. Noctis was more than ready to take control, but there was a satisfaction in pulling the words and thoughts from this perfect boy]
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Date: 2018-03-26 09:39 am (UTC)He knows, of course, the basics of how marking works. But the sudden, incredible desire for it takes him by surprise. To be so completely claimed by this man he adores so deeply--
The vague, romantic notions burn off like morning fog as Noctis gently levers up and away from him; it's almost unbearable, the lack of contact where there had been so much, and he nearly arches into the loss-- but is foiled by Noct leaning over him, pushing the t-shirt finally up and over Prompto's head. It gets briefly tangled in his arms before Noctis tosses it aside to lean him back into the pillows again, and... the color in his face burns a hotter scarlet as it slowly catches up to him that he is completely naked underneath this man, offered up for appraisal. Noctis' pupils are wide with lust (and something so close to pride that it sets off a shuddering clench of pleasure between his legs); his gaze is hungry and thorough, and gods Prompto feels devoured in its wake.
He doesn't have the time to get self-conscious before Noctis' hands are on him. (Finally, finally.) Warm fingertips skate down over his collarbones, before honing down to gently surround the soft points of his nipples, brushing softly-- and Prompto's spine finally does arch with a little gasp torn from his throat, pleasure sparking over his nerves, sharp and hot. It's so little, so little, and already he can feel another slow wet spot forming on the bed beneath him.
That tease almost doesn't connect through the static of sensation-- first? There are too many ways to answer that, too many things he wants (everything, please, please, everything). His heart is absolutely thundering in his chest, as turbulent as his mind, his body. This yearning, this unbearable ache-- he whines a little, licking at his dry lips, looking up at the alpha through thick eyelashes, shy and lustful and trusting and longing all at once. ]
Kiss me...?
[ Another first, of course. But maybe a very needed first step. ]
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Date: 2018-03-26 07:31 pm (UTC)Prompto is pliant beneath him, everything soft and willing to learn. Gods, he would teach him everything, show him anything. Slowly, slowly. He let himself lightly lick at Prompto's lips, but pulled away before it went to deep. Too aggressive.
He watched Prompto catch his breath. Tried to see if anything had fundamentally changed between them, if that air in his lungs was any different now.
But why hold back now? Noctis surged forward again, biting at Prompto's lower lip. He pushed his tongue into Prompto's mouth, tasting and exploring him completely. He felt Prompto gasp beneath him, running out of air. He slid away, slightly apologetic grin across his face.]
You're beautiful, you know that?
[Noctis tugged at his collar, popping open the top button and letting him make quick work of the rest.
Kissing-- it always felt like part of a routine before. Checkbox number three before you winded your way down to anything more intimate. This, though. Prompto. Only seconds had passed, and Noctis was already craving more of those soft lips on his. More of his taste on his tongue, as hot as it was. He'd never felt that pure passion before.
He squeezed his bulge, appreciating the throb he felt in return. He let himself moan, a rough, low sound he hoped Prompto would appreciate. After a few more idle rubs over himself, he unbuttoned his pants and loosened the zipper. Finally, some release of that pressure was nice. He couldn't resist showing off. Took his time slipping his shirt off, stretching languidly through the motions. He punctuated it all with another short kiss, nipping at Prompto’s lips again and trailing more bites and kisses down his jaw and neck. He mouthed and licked at Prompto's scent gland, and let his hands roam across that body.
Noctis imagined he could feel Prompto's heartbeat where their chests were pressed together, like they were beating in synchronization through this connection.]
Still okay? Come on, Prompto. Keep going. Tell me what you want.
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Date: 2018-03-27 12:07 am (UTC)His heart slams up into his throat as Noctis leans down, the wave of self-consciousness he'd managed to stave off before suddenly breaking through the dam and washing through him; what if he's no good at this? It's not like he has any practical experience (in any of this), and there's no way that Noctis hasn't had his fair share, and what if he decides he doesn't have the patience to lead him through this (of course, if there's anything he knows Noctis as, it's patient, but his nerves are getting the better of him)?
But-- there. Noctis' lips gently press against his own, his head cradled gently by one hand. And Prompto's mind, for a moment, goes utterly blank. The man's mouth is every bit as soft as he's always imagined, warm, juxtaposed so sweetly against the faint scrape of his slightly-unkempt beard against his chin, his cheek. Noct moves slowly, coaxing Prompto's mouth into softening, and oh, oh, something clicks, something bubbles up in his chest before trickling slowly down his spine--
He's about to part his lips (instinctively, somehow) to Noctis' soft lick at the split between them, when the alpha sudden leans back, looking down at him like he's assessing the situation. Prompto's eyelids feel heavy; he feels dazed and he must look it, his slightly stunned gaze gliding down from those dark eyes to his mouth and back again. How had that felt...? Oh. Apparently Noctis had seen what he needed to see, because he's suddenly crushing back against him, clasping their mouths together and licking him open. A gasp gets stuck in Prompto's throat, a heady moan caught behind it; Noctis' scent, his taste,, he's saturated from the inside out and oh gods he's boiling now, the sensation making a beeline to the molten ache between his legs.
It's torture, Noctis pulling back again. That trapped moan comes out as a slightly tormented whine, but it quiets in lieu of the direct praise he's given (and oh, there is no reason that should have made its own little twitch in his cock). He's beautiful? Had Noct ever seen himself? Watching him unbutton his shirt, letting it hang open on his shoulders for a moment, Prompto can tell that he's cut from the very cloth of his fantasies, all subtle lines and hidden strength, and... oh. Oh. His hand, moving down between his own legs, giving himself a slow squeeze, a low sort of growl of idle pleasure rolling up his throat. Prompto's body reacts with a hard jolt of arousal, and gods Noctis must be able to feel it by now-- as much as Prompto can feel the thick weight of Noctis' cock through the simple cotton of his underwear, heavy, once he'd freed himself from the restriction of his pants. (A dark streak of musk shoots through the heaviness of their scents in the room, pure lust, and fuck Prompto's mouth is watering.)
Noctis' hands are on his body again before he can process-- gods, any of it, his mouth hot and wet against his scent gland (and Prompto can't help it, he can't, he tilts his head in favor of his alpha and pushes up against his mouth just to feel the hard press of teeth and the surge of heat that rushes through him from the feeling). How can Noct expect him to answer? He can barely form a coherent thought, much less a sentence. But he's blushing harder, arching up to the older man's touch, moaning helplessly, and he wants... he wants... ]
E-everything-- [ It's a little choked, high in his throat. ] Noct, it aches, I need... I need more. Please-- your hands. Mouth. [ His own hands, shivering and shy even as he's being rather bold, come up to gently cup around the bulge heavily pressed against him. Fuck, it's warm, throbbing-- Prompto whimpers a little, giving that thick cock a soft squeeze of his own. ] This--
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Date: 2018-03-27 01:58 am (UTC)He gasped, thrusting reflexively forward into Prompto's hands on his cock. Then again, intentional this time, letting him feel what it was he was begging for. Silently urging him to appreciate it, squeeze it again. He pressed his hand over Prompto's, guided him to trace the outline with his thumb, held him in place so he could feel it pulse. Surely he realized this building hardness, and all these twitches were for him.]
Got plenty of time for that, don't we?
[It was greedy of him, though, wasn't it? While poor Prompto had been so busy keeping himself entertained all day. Noctis rolled over, tugging Prompto with him, urging the boy to switch positions with him. Finally, he got them situated a little better-- Prompto straddled across him, his cute, full balls pressed against Noctis' bulge, his dripping (and so, so neglected) cock on full display. Noctis bit his lip at the sight. There had been an explicit request for his mouth, for everything--
He settled on pressing his thumbs into Prompto's thighs, grinding his hips up with a graceless grunt. He could feel Prompto's slick soaking through the fabric of his briefs already. Oh, he was looking forward to this. Prompto bouncing so prettily on his knot, just like this. And those little tits of his-- Noctis glided his hands up Prompto's sides until he had his palms cupped around that fullness again. He teased at the nipples with his thumbs, feeling every stutter in Prompto's breath as it caught in his lungs beneath Noctis' fingertips. He squeezed at those soft handfuls, appreciating the heft. They were so full for a first heat. Noctis' mind wandered, wondering if that meant Prompto was naturally endowed, how much there would be once he'd matured and the hormones of his heats were in full swing. How nice they'd look if Noctis rested his dick between them, left them dripping in cum. He'd lick it back up again, of course. Could already imagine the shaking fingers in his hair as he lingered over one of those pert little nipples.
He snapped back to reality, pinched the pink nubs between his fingers to satisfy the last fleeting threads of fantasy. The noises Prompto made were pulled out so easily, and were all so incredibly delicious. Honestly, so many of Noctis' hidden dreams were leaking their way into his life right now, may as well not count anything out yet.]
Gonna knot you, don't worry. Just want to have some fun first.
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Date: 2018-03-27 04:26 am (UTC)But then, Noctis' composure returns slightly, enough that he regains some authority over his own actions. Enough that his eyes narrow slightly in a self-satisfied, dirty little smirk that Prompto loves entirely too much, covering his hand with his own to coax him into stroking that heavy cock a little more firmly. God. He's so hard. The little throbs, like it's connected to Noctis' pounding heartbeat. The wet spot in the cotton, spreading and clinging to the blunt head, just enough that he can make out the faintest hint of deep red through it. And he's... this is... because of him...?
Prompto does, however, pout slightly at the tease. ]
I've been waiting--
[ He doesn't really get the rest of the thought out. (Just as well, he's not entirely sure where it had been going, but it had likely been into territories far too intimate and close to his heart. Damn, he's got to be more careful. If he scares Noct off...) It's cut off by Noctis suddenly shifting, and gravity seems to shift with him; with a surprised little yelp, Prompto finds himself being hauled up by strong arms, and he throws his legs out to either side in a desperate bid to stabilize himself-- and when everything stops moving, he's neatly straddled over Noctis' hips, with that swollen bulge tucked up directly underneath him, and oh, oh feeling him throbbing like this, that faint pulse beat pressed up against his balls, the base of his cock-- Prompto shudders, whining, shifting his hips in some aching need to feel more. The soft cotton feels nice rubbing up against him, and oh, he's making such a mess-- more so yet when Noctis grinds up into him. A flare of pleasure runs through him, even from such a differed touch. Fuck, fuck. How is this so good?
Prompto's hands shakily slide up onto Noctis' abdomen, just for something to lean part of his weight on, something to keep him upright. Panting softly, he gives an experimental grind down of his own hips-- rubbing Noctis' bulge up against his ass, slipping it entirely too easily inward, enough to brush the blunt heat up against his entrance. A bolt shoots up his spine and crashes against the base of his skull; a brand new surge of wetness leaks down to absolutely coat the cotton of Noct's underwear (and probably not exactly missing his pants, either), and it's all he can do not to ride against it right here and now. He's shivering all over, choking out little, needy moans--
Which become a full-fledged cry as Noctis' hands find his chest again, enfolding the softness in his palms, scraping the points of his thumbs over the pink, pointed nubs. Even just normally he's so, so sensitive here, but now-- now-- it's like embers flaring and popping to life, dragging through his body, pleasure, pleasure, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in the pit of his stomach and radiating white-hot. Maybe it's because he's been so pent-up, so incapable of giving himself any release, but even this little touch-- the small squeeze of the fullness of his tits, the hard bulge grinding slowly into him, the soft scrape of sensitive skin over fabric and wet-- fuck. The needle-thin jolt of heat from the pinch around his swollen nipples triggers something, a hot, liquid shudder that pours down his spine, making him arch sharply into Noctis' hands with a bitten sob as all of this tension finally gives out, just a little. A small snap, a shuddery little orgasm that makes his untouched cock twitch and spill onto Noctis' stomach, makes another thick surge of slick flood against him, thick with his scent.
Prompto pants heavily, face more deeply flushed than ever before-- oh, what must Noct think of him now? This desperate little thing, coming from so little-- but even though that had been so much better than anything he'd been able to do for himself, he's still so hard, and the ache to be filled is so much worse, his body absolutely burning for it. It's as delicious as it is torturous. ]
F-fuck, Noct. Do anything to me.
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Date: 2018-03-27 05:27 am (UTC)Prompto looked practically ashamed of himself. Noctis trailed his fingers through the mess of cum spattered across his stomach. Untouched, from just a little grinding? The poor thing really was desperate. His face was bright red, and his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath as he came down from the sudden orgasm. It hadn't done anything for his desperation, if anything it seemed like it had changed it instead, balled it up into a more feral thing that was begging him again. Anything, anything. Noctis planned to do everything, thank you very much.]
Here, get up on your knees for a second, help me--
[With some maneuvering, he managed to peel off the soaked-through briefs and kick them and his pants off to the bottom of the bed. They joined the tangle of blankets there, all destined to be washed until they stopped smelling like heat, lube and cum. Prompto fell back into his arms so easily, his body pressed against Noctis' as closely as possible. Noctis could feel Prompto's arousal, already hard again as their hips rutted together in lazy circles. Their mouths pressed together, exploring each other in messy kiss after messy kiss, more tongue and teeth than anything else.
Noctis let his hands fall onto Prompto's ass, squeezing over it. Prompto was wonderfully reactive. Every little movement Noct made earned him something back-- clapping his hand down hard enough to make a sound got him a gasp into his open mouth. Squeezing got him Prompto's face buried down into his neck, murmuring near-nonsense and mouthing at Noct's scent glands. Letting his hand slip in, fingers exploring through the wet until he could feel the rim of Prompto's entrance. That got him hips jerking down, bringing glorious friction to his aching cock and a desperate whine. He steadied Prompto's movements with a heavy hand on the omega's back as he continued teasing him with slow circles and a light touch.]
You've made one hell of a mess already. [He can barely keep up a facade of light chiding. It trickles rougher and darker too easily.] Might have to clean you up a little. Turn around for me?
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Date: 2018-03-29 03:06 am (UTC)Something goes slack inside of him once he's breath comes back, and Noct is there to catch him and pull him closer over his body and hold him there as he collapses forward. His panting-open mouth is taken advantage of almost immediately, Noctis leaning up and licking between his lips, teasing and coaxing Prompto into chasing his tongue, and the boy barely has enough focus to do so-- before even that is blown apart by Noct shifting his hips, softly grinding up against him.
He hadn't really... gotten a good look, once those pants had been shucked off, but oh, oh, oh he can feel it, the size, the girth, the heat of Noctis' cock pressed up against his. And when he shifts like that-- Prompto cries out a little into the alpha's mouth, pressing harder against him as pleasure twists in his gut, deeper, deeper. It makes Noctis' lips quirk a little, a sort of dark amusement that makes a hot flush of embarrassment rush up into Prompto's face; the disparity in their experience couldn't be clearer, and it feels a little wrong to be getting off on it this hard, but... well. Noctis certainly doesn't seem to mind either, going by the suddenly-wandering hands-- Prompto loses track of his rhythm entirely as they curl around the soft curve of his ass, digging greedily in. All he can do is react to the sensations as they happen, unable to follow or predict a thing; his hips jolt as Noctis cracks a hand down over the soft flesh, leaving a hot mark behind, as he squeezes hard, as he (finally, finally) slips his fingers into the veritable pool of slick gathering and almost pouring from his body.
He's going to beg. He's going to beg he's absolutely going to beg if Noctis doesn't stop teasing him like his. The slow, almost idle circles being rubbed around the (still slightly puffy and stretched from the hours of desperate masturbation) rim of his entrance are sending sparks snapping all up and down through his body, tapping into some viciously desperate need that he'd honestly only scratched the surface of; he's on fire and oh gods he's going to burn away to ashes if Noct doesn't--
The low, throaty scolding draws a full-on moan from Prompto's lips, high and muffled into the side of Noctis' neck, an aching-hot shudder dragging another little ooze of fluid out of him to coat Noctis' teasing fingers. (Fuck, he shouldn't like that so much. He shouldn't be having any of the mental images he's having right now.) But that request (command?)--
Prompto lifts his head, eyes hazed with desperate lust and confusion as he tries to parse it. Turn around? What-- is... is he...? Noctis is smirking a little, licking his lips suggestively, and the idea finally connects-- and Prompto's face gets redder and redder as the seconds pass. He's... he's seen this in porn, of course, but he's never translated that to his own body, and... and... oh. Noct... wants to...? ]
A-are you... [ He's not sure if he's about to ask if Noctis is serious or if he's sure until the words are already out. ] Are you sure? You don't-- you don't have to--
[ Noctis scoffs a little and gives him a tug, urging him up, and Prompto's fairly certain he's about to die on the spot, radiating too hot, melting down, stomach jolting with so much helpless arousal that he's not sure he'll survive it. It's a challenge, getting his limbs to move how he wants them to (whether because he's too weak from lust or too shy is up for grabs), but he manages to slowly lever himself off of Noctis' body underneath him and turn around-- he starts to just lean forward there, staying next to his alpha, but Noctis clicks his tongue in faint, teasing reprimand again, closing a hand around the boy's ankle and giving him another pull. What-- he can't-- does he mean--?
Prompto whimpers a little, head dipping shyly down as he finally shifts again-- if he's got this whole idea wrong, it's not like Noct's going to throw him out or something, right? Shivering deeply, he lifts his leg up and... lowers it back down on the other side of his alpha's head, straddling him. ]
N-Noct, I... [ He's not even sure what he wants to say. ] I-I'm only gonna get messier, you know... [ ... And that wasn't exactly what he'd intended, either. Prompto shudders a little, cock hanging heavy and red and leaking, slick running down the insides of his thighs-- and he leans down, hot face pressed against Noctis' abdomen. ] ... Like... this?
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Date: 2018-03-29 03:50 pm (UTC)Prompto moves like he's trying to push through water. His legs trembling, hands unsteady as he does his best to hold himself up in. Not quite the right place. That would work, of course. Noctis could roll over, prop himself up on his elbows and do everything he was promising. That wasn't exactly what he had in mind, though. He tries to form words, scolding and teasing in turn but only manages to click his tongue and wrap his fingers around Prompto's ankle.
That haze of list was setting in hard. They were getting closer and closer to the point of no return here. Noctis had already coaxed one orgasm out of this boy, barely touching him at all. He had every intention of pulling another from him like this. Prompto had already lifted his leg gently over Noctis. Prompto was so careful in his motions, unsure and scared. It fell in contrast to the shameless reflexes of his body. Noctis played his hand over Prompto's sack, lazily feeling the weight in his hands and smearing the slick that had dropped down it forwards across Prompto's cock. It was a promise, or an invitation. Noctis really didn't care which. His prize was in front of him, as soon as he dug his hands into Prompto’s thighs and tugged him down just enough to-- perfect.
He'd wasted enough time teasing. He pressed forward immediately, licking across Prompto's entrance. His slick was surprisingly sweet, heavy with all the flavors promised in his scent hanging in the air. Noctis savored it, let it drip down his chin before repeating the motion. He leaned back again, to work his way up Prompto's thigh chasing the drips and dried trails there. There was cum mingled in here, the bitter salt as much Prompto's as the rest. Perfect. He lingered again, coaxing Prompto further open and softer before setting to work on the other thigh. He'd intended to keep this slow. Maddening. Pull Prompto apart at the seams. How could he, though? This was too much for him instead. He pressed his thumbs in closer, tugging Prompto's ass open to let himself lick further in.]
Tastes good.
[As though Prompto would even be able to understand his words, mumbled as they are against his skin. Noct's tongue buried in his ass. It was incredible how soft Prompto was, how stretched out he'd gotten himself. Noctis would have to ask for a demonstration.]
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Date: 2018-03-30 06:41 am (UTC)His answer comes as Noctis slides his hands up onto his thighs and gives him a small, guiding tug into a better position. And that's all the warning he gets.
Before he's able to catch his breath or even prepare himself, there's sudden, warm, slick pressure against his entrance, a testing pass of Noctis' tongue. He would jump if not for the man's hands dug greedily into his thighs; jolts of pleasure streak up his spine, bowing it, making a little wail catch in his throat. Fuck, fuck, nothing he's ever done for himself could have prepared him for this kind of sensation, this hungry probing, like Noctis is trying to devour him drop by drop. His nerves track the slow meander down the inside of his thigh, the slow licks up sensitive skin leaving them shaking underneath his alpha's touch-- before he comes back again, pushing in deeper this time, enough that the soft scrape of Noctis' beard rubs up against his ass, sending another flurry of sparks up through his whole body.
He's panting too hard to keep his face buried; Prompto peeks up, eyes blurry and face scarlet red, lips parted and wet with a bit of utterly unnoticed drool as he tries to take in a deeper breath. Instead, he finds himself face to face (as it were) with the thick, blunt head of Noctis' cock, deep red and shiny with his own precum, a little pool of it spilling onto his belly. Prompto blinks a few times, clearing his vision and biting softly on his lip, the rumors certainly seem to ring true; he's big, bigger even than he'd expected, and oh, oh, the salt-musk scent of it, the thought of that girth filling him up so completely, rubbing deep into all the most secret, sensitive areas of his body--
Noctis' thumbs are poised at the rim of his ass, gently tugging him further open, and suddenly that tongue is impaling him. Prompto cries out, his hips snapping shamelessly down for more, more; it's teasing along the edge of something, the tight knot of pleasure in the pit of his stomach knitting tighter, glowing hotter, and fuck-- that cry tapers shakily down to a whimper, and he leans forward as best as he's able, some instinct deciding for him to return the favor somewhat. His shivering hands slide around the thick, throbbing base of it, and he lets his wet mouth part a little further-- to lean in and gently take the very tip of the head into it. (He's not... entirely sure what to do now that he's here, but he moans regardless, that musk flooding over his tongue and making his head spin, fuck, fuck--) ]
N-Noct... [ Parts with a soft, wet pop, just enough to whimper his alpha's name-- before that wicked tongue spears into him again and makes him jolt, crying out again. More. More. He leans back in, taking the head of Noct's cock between his lips again, sucking softly, letting his tongue dance in twitchy patterns over the hot skin, hands shakily stroking and squeezing around the girth of it. ]
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Date: 2018-04-04 04:40 am (UTC)Those shaking, delicate hands wrapping around the base of his cock, though? Fuck, he practically bucked up into the pressure. He felt Prompto moan, the vibrations pressed against him directly as Prompto let the head of his cock slip past his lips only to let it pop free a moment later. Hearing his name like that-- Noctis pressed his tongue as deeply as he could past Prompto's entrance, anything to distract him from the building pressure in his balls, and the throbbing heat building underneath Prompto's fingers as he stroked over Noctis' knot.
Gods, it was going to be good pressing it inside this omega. Let it fill up inside him, pressed down deep. It was obvious the boy was ready for it. Noctis swallowed another mouth full of slick and paused to catch his breath.]
Getting impatient? [He lifted his legs up slightly, just enough to change the angle and give Prompto better access.] Or did you just want your own taste?
[He chuckled as he leaned back in for a few quick swipes of his tongue. The scratch of his beard was leaving an angry patch of red on Prompto's skin, and he grinned a bit at the thought that Prompto would probably still feel him so intimately for a while thanks to that little reminder. Perfect. He'd mark this boy anyway he could. Leave as many reminders of himself on this skin and inside him as he could. He pulled away again, replacing his tongue with a finger instead. It pressed in easily, so he let another slip in as well, scissoring them and tugging to let himself lick further in. Almost, almost. He could feel Prompto start to tremble. He'd coax just one more orgasm out of this boy, hopefully leave him panting and begging for more. Make him just a little more pliant, drive him a little crazier with his desire so Noctis could really push him to fall apart.]
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Date: 2018-04-04 07:09 am (UTC)Any focus Prompto'd had scatters again when Noctis teases him, pulling back just enough to be heard, canting his hips so that the head of that cock pushes a little deeper into the boy's mouth, and he moans around it, eyes fluttering. Yes, yes to both, he wants this taste of Noctis' pleasure and he's impatient, he wants everything, he needs it-- more so again since the man had (cruelly, cruelly) stopped what he'd been doing, leaving behind a burn of need so strong that tears prick the corners of Prompto's eyes. Everything inside him is twisting up tight, making him shake, and he's so close to shamelessly begging for more--
As it turns out, he doesn't have to. Noctis licks into him again, a few probing little strokes almost more idle than not, like he's just considering what exactly to do next. (Or, potentially, clearing the way to do so, as it were-- Prompto is so heavily dripping with wet by now that it's got to be an absolute mess, and maybe that's a small part of why he's as red as he is, out to the tips of his ears.) He whines, helplessly-- his breath is too far lost to keep the rhythm, and Noctis' cock pops free from Prompto's mouth again as he gasps, lips reddened and wet and tethered by wilting strings of saliva and precome. ]
Please, Noct, please--
[ At this point, he's not entirely sure what he's begging for-- just more. More. Some relief from this molten heat boiling away at him; some release. His words, however, cut off in a desperate, frustrated cry as Noctis pulls back again-- and that cry becomes something higher and sweeter as a finger presses in instead, sinking in with absolutely no resistance at all. The second joins beside the first, and fuck, Noctis' fingers slip deeper than he could ever get his own, spread apart easier, stretching his still-soft rim gently outward. It burns, deliriously; a hot shudder runs up through his body and his hips give the tiniest, neediest sort of push back onto those impaling digits (more, more, please more) his head dropping back onto Noctis' abdomen again like he doesn't have the strength to hold it up any longer. Prompto pants against his skin, still making some attempt to stroke and squeeze appreciatively at his alpha's cock even as his rhythm staggers over and over, as Noctis--
--plunges his tongue back inside, between his stroking, scissoring fingers, licking deep against his inner walls. Prompto's gasps crack into moans, his thighs trembling around Noctis' head as the sensation swirls and overlaps, building back on itself higher and higher. ]
Noct, Noct, 'm gonna-- [ He barely manages to whimper it out before a crook of those fingers, a deeper roll of that tongue, drag all this feeling into itself at the very core of him-- and the tight coil of it breaks this time, pleasure surging over his nerves in shockingly strong waves. He wails through his climax, his neglected cock jerking and spilling again over Noctis' chest, and oh, oh there's so much slick pouring from him to the beat of his orgasm, muscles twitching and clenching in pulse after pulse.
And fuck, it's almost unbearable when it tapers off. Even before the last few little surges are through, Prompto's shakily rutting forward against Noctis' chest and back against his fingers, desperately seeking more stimulation, absolutely babbling.. ]
Please, please, please-- mn, I need-- please, more...! I can take it, I swear I can, please let me, I need more, Noct--
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Date: 2018-04-04 05:15 pm (UTC)Prompto snapped his hips back, pushing through the end of his orgasm immediately. Babbling words poured from his mouth, nothing but chanted begging. This insatiable-- Noctis obliged, twisting his fingers deeper and pushing in a third. It was a tighter fit, but Prompto was willing enough, wet enough, that it didn't take much at all before Noctis was wondering exactly how far he could push this, how much this boy could really take.
Next time, though. There would absolutely be a next time, Noctis could hear that in Prompto's voice. Could feel it screaming in his every instinct.]
Think you're ready?
[It's a question, a comment and a jabbing tease rolled into one. The discomfort of his wrist at such an awkward angle, the weight of Prompto on his chest, and the building urgency of his own need were finally trickling through into reality. He pulled his fingers free, groaning a little at the pulse of slick that followed them. Slapping his hand against Prompto's thigh, he urged him up and around until he managed to find some upward momentum as well. Noctis sat up, propping himself against the pillows. It had to be one hell of a lewd image, his legs spread wide for the sake of his swollen erection and chest covered in evidence of the omega's pleasure. He let his head fall back as he wrapped a hand around himself, pumped up into the grip. Fuck, Prompto had him hard, and had coaxed a surprising amount of fullness to his knot already. He could still get his fingers around it but compared to the boy's slender fingers it was probably already more than he was used to.
Good.]
You did good, you're doing so good. [He tugged Prompto closer, immediately pressed in to bite at his scent gland again. It couldn't compare to the heady taste of Prompto's slick, still hot from his body, but the intoxication was there.] Keep being good for me? Wanna get this inside you.
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Date: 2018-04-05 07:00 am (UTC)The half-cry that breaks from his throat as the third finger glides in, however-- it (ridiculously) borders on grateful, and his hips roll back in a stuttered rhythm against the intrusion in a slow pantomime of sex. The burn of being stretched wider like this-- he had, of course, been easily fucking himself on three fingers before Noctis had made it here, but his digits are more slender, and he couldn't ever get the angle right, and this, this... fuck. If he could just-- get them a little deeper--
Prompto almost doesn't hear Noct say anything over the rush of blood in his ears, but he doubles back on it when those fingers start pulling slowly out of him again; he can't help the frustrated sob at the loss, but the tease connects, just as Noctis claps his hand against the underside of his thigh. The sudden sting, the flash of warm half-pain makes him nearly jump, a little yelp catching in his throat as he scrambles to get to where Noct needs him. Ready? He's so ready it hurts; Prompto manages to untangle their bodies enough to turn in place, bouncing slightly on his heels as he kneels there-- for just a moment, the purely dirty thought of straddling one of Noctis' legs and rutting against it crosses his mind, but. Soon. Soon. The alpha is reorienting himself now, pushing up to sit more properly back against the pillows, and... oh. The shine of slick, the spattered strings of white decorating his chest. (He'd made a hell of a mess, hadn't he...?) The thick, angry-red cock almost visibly throbbing by now, knot already noticeably wider than the shaft, Noctis' hand stroking firmly along the length of it. Not fair, not fair, he wants to whine, why do that when his body is so, so eager to do it for him? Vaguely, he's aware he's open-mouthed panting, and he must look every bit as desperate as he feels.
Which may or may not have an effect on Noctis' response: reaching over and snaring him by the wrist, tugging him in closer, and... softly praising him. Telling him he's good. Oh... oh. That shouldn't... make a flare of heat twist through the turbulent waves of lust inside him like it does, it probably shouldn't make him harder, make another little pulse of wet leak out into Noctis' lap, but. It does. (He'll have to figure out exactly why later, when he's not so distracted.) And it puts a particularly desperate edge onto his need; Noctis pushes in to raze his teeth over Prompto's scent gland, and Prompto presses closer, tangling his fingers into Noct's hair and throwing a leg over his hips to straddle him again. Which, of course, lines that throbbing cock right up with the cleft of his ass.
Prompto whimpers a little, nodding, clinging closer as he almost shyly shifts his hips, gently gliding back and forth with an unsure rhythm against the length of Noctis' cock, wetting it thoroughly, making goosebumps peak all over his body as the sparks of sensation rush up his spine. This has to feel good, right...? Gods, he wants Noctis to feel good too. ]
I'll-- be good... I'll be good. For you. Want it... nn, I'll be-- [ It's nearly mindless, whispered against Noctis' ear before a soft little keen at a particularly good rub makes his face drop against his alpha's neck instead, where he pants and mouths at his scent gland as well. ] Please, Noct, I wanna feel it...
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Date: 2018-04-06 03:13 pm (UTC)So good. You're gonna feel good--
[Noctis isn't sure who exactly he's reassuring with the echoed words, but he can appreciate the sensation of Prompto's mouth on his neck. The tremble of his thighs are a comfort enough as Noctis holds onto the boy's hips and pulls him into a harder rhythm. Oh, that's better-- for all the innocent appeal of Prompto's shy little touches, Noctis had only gotten hungrier. Finally, some real pressure, friction and heat. Finally.
May as well stop dragging this out. If Prompto wanted everything, wanted to feel.
He hefted Prompto up, pressed his against his chest to lift his ass up. He groped for his cock with a groan. Prompto had certainly gotten it slicked up well enough. The vague thought of condoms played across Noctis' mind, but they were too far gone for that, weren't they? He released his grip across Prompto's back, let his ease down as he guided the broad head of his cock in. One awkward false start and there--
Noctis expected some kind of revelation. He almost found it in the way Prompto's breath caught. Lost it again through the effort it took to resist forcing himself in completely, burying his knot in deep until Prompto forgot anything else existed.]
There you go. Okay? Take it nice and slow. Don't want to hurt you.
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Date: 2018-04-06 07:09 pm (UTC)(And oh, he can taste himself on Noctis' tongue-- the lingering notes of his own sweetness mingling entirely too well with the faint smoke-spice of Noctis' scent, and it all translates directly down to where he's rubbing himself against his alpha's cock, filling the room with this melted-together scent of them. Prompto's always been anywhere from ambivalent to outright disgusted with his own scent, but this... this feels like filling in the gaps. This feels like what it's supposed to be. And oh gods he loves it.)
Noctis snaps him out of his rose-colored reverie somewhat with a wet pop as their mouths break apart, murmuring reassurance, and-- oh. Gripping tightly at Prompto's hips, taking over the pace, grinding the omega down against him firmer, faster. Prompto's head snaps briefly back with the pulse of static that rushes up his spine; those hands feel good digging into his skin (there might be marks, gods he hopes there's marks), and the harder rubbing over his sensitive entrance is an entirely different pleasure than the soft overlapping waves his own pace had been giving him-- yes, yes. This is heavier, pleasure like a low drumbeat, reverberating through him.
Before Prompto can really build up any good peaks from it, though-- Noctis is gripping in tighter, pulling him up, ducking a hand down between them to line himself up, and-- Prompto shivers, face hotter than ever as he presses it against Noctis' shoulder. Finally, finally, this is happening. Something in his chest feels like it's about to cave in on itself, even amidst all the panted breath, the throbbing and the wet-- to be this close to Noctis, finally, truly his even if just for now...
The blunt head of Noctis' cock presses against his entrance, rubs slowly, sinking in. Even with all of the enthusiastic preparation, there's a low burn to the stretch, something that drags Prompto deliciously back into his own body; it's bigger than he's at all used to, but slowly, slowly-- he hears Noctis' soft encouragement against his ear, and he nods a little bit, nonverbal but quietly whimpering through the sensation, arms thrown around Noct's shoulders and fingers digging slightly into his back.
More. More. Every instinct in his body clamors to simply let gravity do its job and sink down entirely in one slick thrust, but Noctis' voice keeps him steady-- and there's something every bit as exquisite as feeling every. Single. Inch of it as it slowly fills him up. Noctis is so... hard, so hot inside of him, rubbing slowly up against sensitive inner walls and spreading him more and more open until Prompto feels like he's splitting in half, on fire, absolutely shaking with the burning pleasure running through him like a current.
He makes it as far as the knot rubbing up against his stretched-wide entrance, lightly pushing, before his strength seems to give out on him and he goes a bit limp in Noctis' arms, biting softly at his shoulder and moaning through hitched breaths. ]
Please... want your... knot... [ He sounds ruined already, needy and sensitized-- and an undercurrent of emotion that he can't even begin to tap down. ]
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Date: 2018-04-08 06:31 am (UTC)Prompto's weight felt good pressing down against Noctis. The contractions of his body as it accepted the girth of Noctis' cock pushing further in was incredible. It was so absolutely tight, somehow. It had to hurt, it had to be too much, maybe this had to be a mistake-- Noctis felt his heart race, the churn of regret building on into itself and feeding his doubts. But, gods, that quiet voice broke through his anxieties so easily.
Please.
Prompto's voice was ragged, torn apart by his own neediness. Noctis loved that. The wave of new arousal washed over him, all his stresses pushed away by sensations of just want, need, the pulse beat driving in thick throbs through his groin urging him to push up into this omega. Give him the knot he was begging for. Ruin him completely.
Noctis rolled his hips up, just barely. Testing the reaction, letting Prompto adjust to the feeling.]
You sure you're ready?
[He pulled Prompto against his chest again, smoothed his hands down the smooth skin of Prompto's back. Murmured along with each of Prompto's whimpers and whines. They'd come to this point so quickly. Noctis wasn't unhappy they'd fallen into this together, tumbling past any resemblance of a normal relationship immediately into "Hello, I'm desperate for you to take my virginity." But it seemed like maybe they should finally take something slow. He shifted his hips again, setting a shallow rhythm.
It was tempting to ignore that reflex, admittedly. Push Prompto back instead, lift his legs up and push his knot in immediately instead. It was going to feel so good once it popped in-- He'd already imagined the moment in a million different fantasies. He shouldn't take advantage, though. But, really, his grip was already on those hips again. Thumbs dug hard into the soft skin there (he also hoped they'd leave a mark, changed his grip enough to let his nails dig in. Help his odds.) Held Prompto in place through harder strokes. He kept the rhythm as steady as he could, counted it against his omega's breath.]
Can't. Wait. Too long.
[There's a line waiting to be crossed. Noctis held his breath to keep it in check, as though that would stop anything at all. He could already feel Prompto's body starting to give in. Soften and stretch just enough to let him in further, deeper. It contrasted so perfectly to the pressure and the heat surrounding the rest of his shaft, Pulling and pulsing against him, he could feel exactly what clenching sensations were pulling which gasps from Prompto's lungs. Soon. Soon.]
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Date: 2018-04-08 08:35 pm (UTC)Gods, he'd been dreaming of this moment, hadn't he. As much as he'd tried to tamp down his 'crush', as much as he'd tried to tell himself it was pointless, they couldn't, that Noctis wouldn't even want him-- underneath all of that, he'd hoped, hoped. Every fantasy had been tall and dark, every imagined kiss or bite against skin coupled with a soft scrape of beard, every murmured word warm and resonant in that particular honey-sweet way Noct's voice drops when he's teasing. And now--
Noctis gives the slightest little pump of his hips upward, just enough to test his knot at Prompto's entrance, enough to shift the throbbing shaft inside him, rubbing inward. Prompto's head snaps back with a gasp, the sensation ricocheting up his spine and back down between his legs like a lightning strike-- before his alpha gathers him back in again, asking if he's ready, comforting. Wordless, he lets out a desperate little cry, thighs quivering as he tries to grind his hips down with the faint strength that's left in him through the arousal; he's ready, he's more than ready, to be filled up completely and tied so intimately to this man he loves. (No point in denying that. Not anymore.)
Prompto manages to nod a little, and Noctis seems to take that as the go-ahead it's intended to be. Finally, finally, Noct starts gently moving in and out of him at a steadier rhythm-- short, wet little thrusts, each pushing just the tiniest bit deeper, stretching Prompto's entrance just the slightest bit more. And-- fuck. Prompto can feel the ridges of the head of Noct's cock gliding along his inner walls, pulling out just enough to barely press against that particularly sensitive spot inside him, and something in the flurry of sparks that each barely-there touch produces makes something inside of Prompto snap. A frantic sort of energy finds its way back into his limbs, enough to lean back a little for a better angle, enough to throw his legs out from under him to instead hook around Noctis' hips and cross at the ankles, enough to scrabble for purchase at Noctis' shoulders and shift his hips until--
There. One particular roll of his hips drags the blunt tip directly across his prostate, and Prompto nearly falls back completely, back arching sharply with a high, desperately hungry cry. Pleasure floods through him like a riptide, surging and sucking back to the focal point between his legs, a turbulent swirl swept up again and again with each perfectly-angled thrust. Vaguely, through the drowning waves, he hears Noctis groan, feels those strong fingers dig deeper into his hips (the little pinpoints of pain are deliciously anchoring, and there's no doubt that he'll bruise, which has some entirely too self-satisfied part of himself joyfully cheering), and-- those plunges are coming on rougher now, Noctis is bearing down on him further. Yes, yes. ]
Want it... want it...
[ It's a mindless chant, slurred with lust, barely coherent. Can't wait too long...? Gods, no more waiting, only more, more. With each tug on his hips, Prompto squeezes his legs around Noctis' waist, grinding his hips down deeper, and he can feel that knot trying to ease its way in-- almost-- and finally, Prompto's instincts get the better of him, and he pushes his full weight back against Noctis' hips, forcing the thickness past his entrance with a hard pop.
He lets out a strangled cry, almost a shriek. It's-- more than he'd expected, the pressure of that swelling knot splitting him further open and burning impossibly hot, throbbing with Noctis' racing heartbeat. Or is it his own? His chest is hitching, heaving for breath; overwhelmed tears gloss across his eyes, his strength gives out entirely. It's... euphoria. He feels incandescent. Claimed, in the deepest possible way.
Shaking, Prompto weakly reaches up for Noctis again, a deeply flushed, incredibly soft smile finding his lips. His alpha. His alpha, finally. ]
Finally... Noct...
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Date: 2018-04-11 05:41 pm (UTC)There.
Noctis is surprised he doesn't come in that moment. It's intense, squeezing past that resistance to sink completely into the heat of Prompto's body. Prompto's voice cracking onto a scream cut through any of Noctis' better judgements, to ease the intensity of the moment with soft words and gentle touches. Instead he kept their hips pressed flush, kept himself as deep as possible. Made sure this omega could feel how utterly his he really was.
Prompto had collapsed almost completely backwards, but the way he'd hooked his legs over Noct's hips made it an easy adjustment. The way his chest rose and fell through his panting breathes, the tremble in his stomach as Noctis felt his body clench around the swelling intrusion of his knot. He was flushed, sweaty and absolutely beautiful. His pink cock was half-hard again, already. His fantasies had never managed to reach how perfect this moment would actually be. That soft voice, his hands reaching up to brush over Noctis' face. He was so soft, Noctis loved him--
He relaxed, let his hips shift back enough to lean down and let Prompto coax him through another kiss. He shifted his grip, pushing one of Prompto's legs up, out of his way enough to set a slow rhythm. Just enough to shift his knot against the pulsing clench of Prompto's body.]
You're perfect. You took it all, feel that?
[He tugged back, let Prompto feel the pull before grinding back in completely.]
C'mon, squeeze against it. Feel how big it's getting.
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Date: 2018-04-12 03:14 am (UTC)The man's beard scratches at Prompto's palms as his quivering hands finally touch him, his breath sobs quietly back into his lungs, and suddenly that soft mouth is against his own again. Gently, gently, a soothing balm over his scorched nerves, and Prompto whimpers gratefully into it, slowly curling his arms up around Noctis' shoulders, letting him take the weight of his body entirely. This... gods, this feeling, if he could freeze it, all this low-boil ache and the sweet affection that makes his heart tremble in his chest, all this adoring and feeling so utterly claimed and held so dear--
--oh. Noctis is shifting, nudging a bit closer, and readjusting one of Prompto's legs upward. The other follows suit out of simple balance-- until they're both hitched up high around Noctis' waist, crossed at the ankle to hold them there. The new position lets that knot sink in deeper, a roll of Noct's hips nearly knocking the air out of him again. Fuck, how is it possible to feel this much? He moans against the older man's mouth, and he barely recognizes his own voice; it's thick and low, scratchy, shattered with exertion.
And then... Noctis calls him perfect. At some point, he's going to have to really sit down and have a good heart-to-heart with himself over why such direct praise from this man is making something warm and liquid twist languidly between his legs, why it sets his head spinning, makes him so desperate to earn more-- but as is, Prompto just nods sharply, gasping. He had taken it all, he does feel it, he's so good for Noct, so good, so good. The tugging pressure at his stretched-tight rim makes his head snap back, the flare of sensation (is it pleasure or pain? gods he can't tell, it's both, it's neither, it's exquisite) scorching through him before that knot is buried in deep again with a shallow (but slightly more forceful) plunge. Prompto's legs shiver hard, his neglected cock jumping back to full attention, angry-red and leaking against his flat belly-- oh, now that ache is shifting, curling in on itself somewhere deeper, dense and coiling and blisteringly hot.
He doesn't need to be told twice. (Though it is somewhat difficult to gain control over most of his motor functions.) Prompto rolls his hips, grinds back against that pressure, drawing in with his inner walls-- and the shift is just right, pushing the blunt heat of the swelling knot right up against the sensitive gland inside of him. He arches up high, a wordless cry escaping his throat; pleasure floods through him, impossibly deep, balls giving a throb and cock giving a sharp jerk, spilling a hot shock of precome against his stomach. So much, so much. ]
Fuck-- [ He chokes on the words, vision white, scrabbling at Noctis' shoulders for purchase. ] Noct-- it's-- [ Another whimpering cry cuts him off, before he swallows hard, looking up at his alpha through wet eyelashes-- and giving another slow squeeze, moaning again through the pulse. ] Does... it feel good...? F-for you... too--
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Date: 2018-04-15 04:40 pm (UTC)It was incredible seeing Prompto's usual quirks and habits translated into this intimacy. He'd always been a little shy, hard to compliment without blushing and trying to fold away. But like this-- All it took was a little whisper, and Prompto would respond. Suddenly desperate to prove how much he deserved the praise. Oh, that was dangerous. Noctis could get used to that. Felt the heat flare in his stomach at the thought of seeing just how much Prompto would obey. For now, though, he'd be content pressing his weight over Prompto's body, and keep whispering those niceties into his ear.]
Feels amazing. So good, you're doing so good.
[It was getting harder and harder to keep putting words together. Clenched now inside Prompto like this, it was hard to focus on much outside the throbbing pressure of his knot. Prompto was falling apart beneath him, some of the frenzy rising from his heat coming back into his voice and motions. Obviously he'd managed to work himself into a good position, if the precome newly drying on his stomach was any indication, if the steady squeezing around him was anything to go by. Noctis let his weight carry him through the barest bit of motion. Just enough to keep his knot moving, rubbing down to keep the sensation fresh.]
S'almost full. You like it? Your first knot?
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Date: 2018-04-16 08:50 am (UTC)Any words Prompto might have for it, however, are lost in the haze. Noctis shifts his hips just enough-- a slow, grinding circle down against him that keeps that thick cock, that knot rubbing steadily inside of him, and fuck it's knocking him absolutely breathless. His prostate is under almost continuous pressure at this point, every little shift an impossibly deep pulse of pleasure, every inch of Noctis nudging so deep, so deep-- and he's going to break, he knows it, he knows it. He's still stretching wider as the knot keeps swelling, his slick (tinged with Noct's precome, leaking just as much, he can smell it) pushing out in wet little noises with each shallow thrust, and-- ]
A-almost...?
[ His voice is barely there, but the faint disbelief still comes through; how can it get any bigger? But it is, it is-- and the heat, the pressure, the reflex in every muscle to clamp desperately down around it. This boiling ache at the core of him, almost too much to take; Prompto's breath comes in staggered gasps and sharp whines, his own hips wriggling now, moving in aimless sways and rolls as he works himself around the thickness of that knot. There's no describing the sensation; pleasure or pain, both sell it short. It's denser, hotter, like a star trying to be born between his legs-- dragging everything inside him into itself, glowing white, throbbing with its own beat.
He's nearly sobbing. ]
I like it, I like it-- Noct, fuck, I love it, please, I-- [ He loses his grip on the older man's shoulders, hands falling back to the bed to instead dig sharply into the pillow behind him; his heels dig into Noct's back, his back arches high, every single part of his body in desperate motion, writhing. His lips, too-- moving, passing words, nearly-incoherent begging. ] Don't ever stop, don't ever stop--
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Date: 2018-04-18 07:22 pm (UTC)It was a lot to put onto Prompto's shoulders, but Noctis was fairly sure this boy had saved him-- taken him from a life of just performing the role of who he was supposed to be into a place where he could feel like a person again. Feel worthwhile. Loved for the love he was giving out, instead of out of obligation.
To take that affection to this sort of physical apex was incredible. Everything he had and needed from Prompto translated into skin-on-skin sensation--
Prompto was beautiful. Stretched out like he was now, completely on display. Writhing from their connection. Noct's pride surged through his spine as he followed the stuttering rhythm of Prompto's hips, urging them deeper and harder. His strokes were short, limited by the thick pull of his knot against Prompto’s resistance. There was no separating their scents now, completely mixed, and fading into the background of the smell of just sex.]
S'yours anytime you want it. Almost full, almost.
[Noctis laughed, throaty and deep. Stop? Why would he ever stop? This was only their first time, he had so much more he could show Prompto, so many things he wanted to make him feel, every fantasy either of them had entertained was suddenly on the table--]
Not gonna stop, long as you don't.
[Gods, this boy's body. Shaken by each of Noctis' thrust, he reacted in gasps and whimpers. Clenched his legs tighter around Noct's back, clung white knuckles to the pillow behind him. Noctis barely noticed any of it, focused instead on Prompto's chest. Oh, perfect. Those little breasts, lightly sheened with sweat and bobbing along with with their motions. Noctis licked his lips, let his hands wander to cup around them. He ground his hips in deep, and leaned down, teasing at Prompto's nipples with the tip of his tongue.
He was close. So close. This wasn't the sort of distraction that was going to help him last any longer. He pinched a nipple between his teeth, and moved on, letting his tongue explore across salty skin until he buried his face is Prompto's neck. There, that's what he wanted. He sucked at nibbled at Prompto's scent gland, let it cloud over his senses again as he was enveloped down into everything this omega was. Instinct and reflex took over his motions as he let go, following through to climax.]
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Date: 2018-04-20 05:51 am (UTC)Especially as even Noctis' rhythm starts to stutter. Gods, he can feel the way his alpha's cock is throbbing, twitching hard inside him (he's dripping, he's dripping; Noct's scent just keeps getting stronger and stronger--) the closer he drags towards his own climax. Any pattern that he'd been able to follow is blown to pieces; now there's no tracking the shifts and thrusts and deep rubs, rolling the thick knot up against Prompto's swollen-hot prostate, ecstasy flashing over his nerves like webs of lightning-- every bit as violent, every bit as unpredictable. Not gonna stop, the man teases, and oh that feels like a promise, and oh the absolute flood of fantasies that flash across his mind's eye, all seeming so deliciously possible now.
Prompto gasps, arching up-- directly into Noct's waiting hands as they clasp over the small swells of his breasts, tongue lightly pestering at the sensitive pink buds at their peaks (and fuck, fuck, he moans helplessly, trying to arch higher, press in closer, get more of that warm mouth). There are pleas on his lips that aren't quite making it into words. Please, please, please, under his breath, broken around cries as a particularly nice thread of pleasure twists between his legs, hotter and hotter and hotter--
Noctis' mouth is at the side of his neck, mouthing at his scent gland, scraping his teeth over sensitive flesh through shuddering growls and sharp sucks of air, and something in Prompto's chest gives way. He hadn't had any doubts about any of this, not really-- anything he'd been worried about had mostly been about how Noct would react to him, to such a young omega basically imprinting on him. He'd always been sure of his own feelings. He'd known that for some time. But this... oh. The hot flush in his face, all sex and exertion, is tinged with a certain amount of almost-shy adoration all of a sudden-- he throws his arms around Noctis' shoulders again, one hand digging shakily into his hair, holding him closer, closer. This feels-- like Noct is truly, fully claiming him as his. His omega. His.
The pace breaks again, as Noctis' hips bury forward sharply, pushing himself deep with almost savage groan of lustful pleasure, those hands raking down his form and digging hard into his thighs, and--
Fuck.
The hard jolts inside of him, the spreading warmth, pulse after pulse after pulse-- Noctis is coming (finally, finally), hard, and oh gods Prompto can feel how much he's spilling. Filling him. Marking. Claiming. Overflowing. And Prompto is utterly swept under his current.
It's too much. All that swirling, tightening heat between his legs, all this building pleasure, that pressure inside him deepening with each thick pulse of cum until he feels like he's going to burst-- gravity collapses in on itself, and Prompto goes nova. He helplessly bucks up against his alpha, back arching impossibly high, a near-scream pulling from his throat as each jerk of Noctis' cock is met with a shuddering clench around it, pleasure white-hot and blinding as it sears through him in waves. He decorates his own stomach (and chest, and a little bit Noctis' too) with hot strings of his own release, cock untouched and throbbing-hot, and nothing-- nothing has ever felt like this before, pounding, overwhelming.
(Vaguely, from somewhere completely outside himself, Prompto hears himself crying out his love, but it's nearly incoherent.) ]
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Date: 2018-04-20 06:02 pm (UTC)There's no holding back the thick groan, breaking into a low growl as his finger tips press into Prompto's thighs. Mark him, every inch of Noctis' mind singing with the instinct, he clenched his hands into the soft skin, willing bruises under his fingers, under his teeth. Everyone would know that this was his omega now--
The first pulse of his orgasm has him seeing stars. As hard as he jolts forward into Prompto, the motion is returned back again in his arching back and ruined voice echoing the dizzy rush pushing Noctis further from lucidity. Prompto's clenching around his knot is perfect, milks out the bursts of cum in synchronization with the last few pushes Noctis has in him. It's all he can do to stop himself from really marking this omega, barely holding together the clarity to unclamp his teeth from where he'd slammed them over his omega's scent gland before he managed to break the skin. That would be too much too soon, wouldn't it? He'd settle for this for now, locking the two of them together for this moment and filling up every unreachable part of him instead. He almost desperately mouths and licks at the bruised and dented skin as the next wave of the orgasm overwhelmed, and Prompto fell down into it with him, clenching harder, body wracked with tremors until Noctis could feel him coming as well.
Prompto. He was practically wailing, nonsense and pleading mixed into his gasping breaths. But somewhere inside it all, had he? Noctis couldn't be sure exactly what he'd heard, but let the words settle into a warm place in his heart, wrap around and pull him down from the frenzy.
He tugged his hips back, just to test. Couldn't budge. Gods, of course they'd fit together perfectly. He gathered Prompto up into his arms, pulled him upright again and into his lap, let him collapse forward against his chest to cling to his shoulders.]
There. Full now, got it full for you. Just for you.
[He's got to accept that he's babbling too, just enough out of his mind with pleasure and some selfish pride. This is his omega. He was his alpha now, his first alpha, the only alpha he'd ever know. Good. He nudged Prompto upright, and coaxed him into a soft kiss.]
Hey, did you mean that?
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Date: 2018-04-25 04:35 am (UTC)His own arousal, too, is less frantic. The burn of desperate need is something deeper now, something liquid, ebbing and flowing with his heavy breath. His heart--
A tiny moan escapes his throat as Noctis tugs his weak body up into his arms again, and he curls in against the man's broad chest, looping his arms around him and pulling as close as possible-- his hips shift, and the tug of the knot makes a little ember pop amongst the glowing coals of his pleasure (for him, for him, Noctis is murmuring against his ear as Prompto softly kisses and bites at a clavicle between soft and needy noises, this is his alpha giving him his knot). This-- oh. Having lost the frantic edge of needing release (for now), the low pulse of lust is more intimately tied through the sensation of being held so close, the feeling of another heartbeat against his own, the meandering lips and heat of skin. He could drown in this feeling, oh so willingly. It's bliss.
Noctis shifts his shoulder a bit, making Prompto lift his heavy head, pulling him in for a kiss-- and that only makes the warmth curling around in the pit of his stomach give a soft tug, a sweet sting of pleasure. Noctis is saying something...? It filters through Prompto's hazy mind without catching at first, leaving him to softly moan and nudge their mouths together again, and again. Did he mean... what? He can't remember. This warm swirl of lust isn't letting him think straight-- one hand slides down between them, gently closing around his already-again-half-hard cock, giving a faint stroke (and oh that feels-- it's not normally like this, pleasure so deep from such a small touch--).
Finally, however, it connects. He plays back over the last few minutes, hears himself crying out the exact three words he should most certainly have not said, not this early on-- a little flare of anxiety churns up in Prompto's heart (he doesn't sound angry or upset, he tells himself a little hectically, he doesn't sound off-put), turning his face red again in embarrassment. Well. It isn't as though Noctis can exactly run at the moment. He tips his head forward again against his alpha's shoulder. ]
...I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it.
[ No point to lying, right? ]
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Date: 2018-04-28 07:47 pm (UTC)There was so much trust there.
Noctis released his grip on Prompto's shoulders, despite his lack of confidence in the boy's ability to keep himself upright. He was rewarded with a quiet sigh, and another little kiss-- it was so easy to let go under these gentle ministrations. It felt like being worshipped. Noctis let his mouth open, Prompto licking inside. Fuck. He was some kind of lucky, wasn't he? This kind of oral fixation was something he could get into.
He could already feel Prompto's cock twitching back to full, pressing against his stomach when he leaned in for each kiss. There really was something impressive about heats, about being young, about just Prompto, wasn't there? Noctis cupped his hand around, just to feel, just to drag his fingers down that length and feel Prompto shudder again. The same shiver flowed from Prompto's arms down Noctis' spine, curling his toes from almost nothing. This omega. His omega.
Something in the tension doesn't let go until Prompto buries his head against Noct's shoulder again. And he's answering the question. Noctis feels it his throat, tight and burning as he tries to respond. All he can manage is a slow nod as he pulled Prompto in closer, hugging him against his chest. It seemed hard to believe. They'd have to talk about this, obviously. Without the distractions. Noct rubbed his thumb over the bruises he'd bitten into Prompto’s neck. Maybe they should have already talked, before it boiled over into this. It's easy at least to hold Prompto, wait for the emotions to settle back into place. Love. He'd meant it. Or at least thought he meant it, the doubt in Noctis' mind helpfully reminded. People said a lot of things, if you fucked them hard enough.
But it had never felt exactly like this before. Everyone else that had touched Noctis, anyone he'd given his knot to before-- there'd never been this kind of warmth. Noctis focused on relaxing, tried to stay in the moment he was in. Wouldn't be fair to Prompto to waste this tie over an identity crisis, right? He owed him an answer still, didn't he?]
Don't worry. [Not exactly what he meant to say. But it's easier to hesitate then to be honest. ] I do too. I love you.
[Prompto shifted in his lap, setting off a chain reaction of physical reminders. There's just enough change in sensation that Noctis growls back the urge to dig his teeth into that mark again. Something to counter the flutter of muscles around his knot, working to make sure he couldn’t completely forget how connected they really were in the moment.
He leaned back, relaxing against the pillows, and steadied his hands against Prompto's thighs again. His fingertips rested perfectly in the row of fresh bruises, gorgeous. He squeezed into them, urging Prompto to sit up.]
Come on, not. Done yet. Huh?
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Date: 2018-04-29 03:37 am (UTC)But Noct is holding his breath, the tension holding until Prompto feels something in him give way, like a dam springing a leak and letting off some of the pressure behind it. Noctis seems to melt in a little closer, the soft sweep of his hair brushing against Prompto's shoulder as he slowly nods a couple of times, and-- his arms, those deceptively strong arms curl gently around him and pull him closer. The breath that he'd released gets caught in Prompto's throat instead as he tries to parse it all through his heart's instinctive panic-- Noctis is too kind, of course, too gentle to push him away (figuratively... speaking... after all, it isn't like either one of them is going to be moving from here for a little while yet) after he'd accidentally allowed himself to be so vulnerable with his feelings (stupid, stupid), but he's dreading the "I'm flattered, but..." that he's absolutely sure has to be coming--
Instead: I do too. I love you.
The breath in Prompto's chest takes on a slightly painful, burning quality the longer he holds it. Or maybe it's the stinging behind his eyes that's doing it? He couldn't have heard that right. It's got to just be a flight of fancy his enamored heart is spinning for him (it's nothing he's ever really heard before, shown precious little love, from anyone), but... no, he heard it. Noctis... loves him. Noctis loves him.
He's softly biting at the side of Noct's neck again, mouthing aimlessly at the gland, surrounding himself in the alpha's scent and hugging closer yet (closer, closer, gods can they fuse into one inseparable being?), all as a distraction to keep the sudden crescendo of emotion in his chest from spilling out of him. He can't entirely stop the prick of tears (overwhelmed, in so many ways now), and breathing almost hurts, but a deeply sweet flush takes over his entire face, watery eyes half-lidding as a heart-deep smile finds his reddened lips. His alpha. His lover. Gods.
His breath sucks sharply back into his lungs as the position slowly shifts; even through all the sentiment, his body is responding, and oh, oh-- suddenly it's all back in the forefront, like a signal flare bursting to life in front of him. A small pivot of his hips, and Noctis' knot faintly rolls inside of him, reawakening all the nerves at his stretched-wide entrance and that spot that's been under almost constant pressure, just starting to swell and throb with his slow-burning arousal again--
A soft noise, somewhere between a moan and a surprised yelp, pulls from his lips as he spreads his legs out wider to compensate as Noctis leans back; Prompto keeps his balance with his knees pressed to the mattress on either side of the man's slender hips, his spine curving slightly to press him in as close as possible, and still, the slight tug of that knot against his rim-- gods, the pressure. His cock jerks again, almost fully hard now, but-- for the time being, he leaves it alone. It's too delicious like this, having every ounce of the pleasure he feels pulled from Noctis alone: his hands, his mouth, his thick cock buried so deep inside of him. Prompto's head tips back with a shaky inhale as those pinpoints of dull pain along his thighs drag him back into his body, tether him there, as Noctis' fingers press into the bruises perfectly cut out for them there. ]
N-- not done. No way.
[ He can't help the way his smile turns into a breathless little grin in lieu of the teasing, the lightening of the mood-- and his hands crest over the smooth skin of Noctis' shoulders, slide full-palmed down his chest to rest at the faint outline of muscle at his abdomen, half-admiration-half-steadying. Not done, not done-- the lower simmer of his arousal is boiling up again, hotter and hotter, despite the loss of the initial edge of desperation. It's sweeter now. Deeper.
--Though, he still doesn't have the most practical experience in this, and perhaps now some of the red gracing his features is the shyness of inexperience, but Prompto is nothing if not bold. Taking a slow, shivering breath (and feeling his whole body shiver in time with it), he slowly rolls his hips, grinding down against Noctis' lap, shifting himself around the knot so fully plugging him. And oh, oh-- the heavy press against his prostate, the inward rub, that alone has a pulse of pleasure flooding out over his haywire nerves, a cooling star shedding its outer corona to pull back to its hottest, densest state. ]
Noct-- that-- oh, gods. There's so... much-- [ Is he talking about the swell of the knot? The thickness of blunt cock filling him, rubbing up along his shuddering inner walls? The distinct feeling of the rolling liquid of Noctis' first release still swimming deep inside of him? Or maybe his own wetness leaking out around the knot in thick, dripping strands? Maybe all of it at once. Prompto grinds down again, with a little more confidence this time, gasping around the sensation. ] --love it, love it, love you--
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Date: 2018-05-06 05:40 am (UTC)Their confessions had reforged this somehow. Something hotter had built around Prompto, concentrating his passion from the desperate, aimless thing it had been when Noctis first arrived into a focused shape. Words spilled easily from him now, instead of the shy whimpers and whines. Noctis wanted this. Wanted to keep this. Wanted to show this off. There it was again, though, that diaphanous notion of responsibility choking him off again. Every intention he had of making Prompto a part of his life coming with a surge of can't, shouldn't.
He forced that hesitance back down, pushing his hips up to meet Prompto's grinding instead. None of that mattered. Not with Prompto chanting his love like that. ]
Think you can take more? Gonna find out.
[It's too easy to grin, let the mood sway back into their light hearted teasing. Prompto's set the rhythm, but Noct has the physical advantage here-- he picks it up, just a little faster. More fun if he got to see Prompto bounce a little. It was probably for the best that Prompto stay on top, honestly. The further Noctis let himself sink into the drunken haze of alpha satisfying an omega's heat, the more he wantes to bear down. Put Prompto on his knees, face pressed to the mattress.
He'd beg for it then, wouldn’t he? So pretty, so good. What a good omega. Somewhere in his distraction Noctis had started mumbling his praise out loud. He was losing track, really, of the lines between fantasy and reality. But Prompto deserved to hear it-- He'd taken his first knot so well. Look at how much he'd come. Could he feel it? How much he'd milked out of. Noctis already? There was more, more.
Noctis shuddered through a weak pulse of orgasm. Just at enough to keep every nerve of his body surging with electricity. He could smell it now, traces of his own release leaking free with Prompto’s slick. The idea that he was completely filling this boy up? Gods, it was something he'd gladly do again and again.
He reached up, toying with Prompto's nipples a moment before smoothing his hands down the boy's sides, following the soft flow of freckles down that pale skin. He pet his way back up again, letting his palms curve over as much skin as he could caress. ]
So beautiful. My pretty omega.
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Date: 2018-05-08 03:18 am (UTC)I-- I can-- more-- let me show you--
[ It's completely nonsensical babbling, words that cut off with a high little cry as those hands pull, and Noctis hips draw back, pump up, slowly dragging him into a steadier rhythm. Prompto's thighs are burning, quivering, hips shaking as he tries to find the beat-- until something clicks and they're moving in perfect tandem; faster, harder. Prompto's head snaps back, mouth open but soundless as his body jolts, bouncing against Noctis' hips. Each slap together is audible, and the tug of that knot against his stretched-wide entrance on each pull outward-- the deeper plunge of it, rubbing up against that swollen-hot spot inside of him--
He rolls forward slightly as his breath staggers back into his lungs, letting out a long and shuddering whine. His hands splay harder against Noctis' abdomen just as a desperate hold to keep his balance as their bodies bound and rebound, hair falling across his face and breasts jolting up and down with each thrust. Fuck, it's so much. Pleasure pounds through him on each heavy bottom-out, so hot and deep it has his legs twitching in against Noctis' waist-- and fuck, he can feel all the churning inside of him, the absolute saturation of his own wetness and Noctis' cum, crashing somewhere deep like waves against walls. He's so full. And-- oh, gods, his insides clench down in a shuddering wave of arousal as his alpha's voice purrs across his ears, half-drunk praise tumbling from his lips like he doesn't even know he's saying it. What a good boy he is. How pretty, how nicely he's taking this knot, all this cum. How he knows Prompto can take a little more, a little more.
Vaguely, Prompto's aware that he's practically drooling, overwhelmed, panting and nodding desperately along. Gods, if Noctis wanted Prompto begging-- ]
More-- Noct, please, give me more, I'll take every drop of it, please, please--
[ Once again, his voice is cracked by a little sob of sensation as the rhythm stutters, as the alpha's cock twitches hard inside him, that knot pulses, that pressure deepening as Noctis fills him up even more. Noct is hissing a little bit, his fingers digging in harder as he shudders through his climax, and there's a pride there, in being the one taking him and everything he can give him. Red-faced and shivering, Prompto slips one hand back to curl around his own cock again, shoving his hips down and grinding in a heavy circle as he gives himself one good stroke-- and that's enough to take him apart again, the surge of his orgasm streaking up from his quivering thighs to the base of his skull along his arched spine, voice torn in a high cry as he streaks Noct's chest with his release again.
Fuck, fuck. Noctis' hands feel like bliss across his staticky nerves as his hips roll into a slower, shallower rhythm. ]
Fuck, Noct. [ He's almost crying from the pleasure of it all. ] I'm yours, always yours-- my alpha. Let me-- be so good for you, please, please.
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Date: 2018-05-23 03:10 pm (UTC)It really was the begging that did Noctis in. It crawled under his skin, igniting some possesive urge that was normally untapped. It's nearly satisfied by Prompto coming again, shivering and screaming Noct's name. Perfect, perfect. Noctis could feel the last tremors rolling through Prompto's body, feedback fed directly to his knot and answered back in it throbbing and twitching.
Prompto takes no time to recover. Just rolls them into a slower rhythm, keeping Noct's knot buried deep. Noctis likes the luxury of it, imagines what this would be like in his bed. Both of them surrounded in plush and silk, Prompto dressed in some form fitting and lace. So good for his alpha indeed.]
Making a mess, aren't you?
[Noctis dragged his fingers through the cooling remains of Prompto's cum on his stomach, then smeared lower to tease through the mixture of slick and his release collecting between them. It was sticky and hot, clinging to his skin. He rolled Prompto's sac in his palm, played with his softening cock. Let their motions push it into his grip. Gorgeous, he really was. Even like this, desperate and covered in sweat and cum. Especially like this.
There was some feeling boiling up, that he could almost call "guilt"-- that he had had some direct hand in this. That plenty of this filth was his, and there were a million more appropriate ways to deal with all of this. He could have waited. But he hadn't. Now he didn't have to.
He smeared his hand down Prompto's thigh, spreading the mess down the taunt, trembling muscles. There were some signs of exhaustion starting to break through the boy's frenzy but they disappeared below the surface just as fast. He was just so eager. So ready to please. To serve his alpha.
He tugged back, it had to be-- not done by any means, but spent enough. It was something he liked, he had to admit. Pulling out just a little too soon, showing off the thickness of his knot. Making whoever he was with feel it. Maybe he'd make Prompto do it himself one day, while they fucked like this. He'd look incredible, using those muscular legs to push himself up slowly, slowly, sobs catching in his chest. Gods.
Noct slammed back in, as flush as possible. He'd never run out of fantasies with this boy.]
Think it's come down enough. You want me to take it out, or you want one more?
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Date: 2018-05-26 05:04 am (UTC)It's ecstasy. It's agony. He's utterly overstimulated and all he wants is more, more, greedily taking in everything Noctis is willing to give him. More of the glowing-hot pleasure of the constant rolling press against his prostate, more of the searing ache of being so stretched around that thick knot for so long. More of those dark blue eyes, pupils blown wide with lust, gazing so possessively up at him as he rides him. More of those guiding hands on his hips, holding his rhythm steady. More.
The lightly chiding tease about his mess makes a shudder run through Prompto's body that staggers the beat for a moment, the strings of his arousal given a strong twang that he can't quite parse. Something in Noct's tone, the faint edge of playful danger, oh gods how he wants to chase that, how his body responds-- he bites his lip a little, head hanging slightly as he almost shyly nods, rolling his hips a bit deeper against Noctis' lap-- and the fingers idling through the mess between them. (The flare of deeper sensation makes him whimper. Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, it doesn't matter--) ]
Can't-- help it-- [ Still, he can't help a small and breathless grin quirking his lips, one eye cracking open through strands of sweat-limp hair hanging across it. Overwhelmed or not, returning the tease just comes too naturally. Prompto licks across his lips, half instinct and half suggestive. ] Unless you... want me to clean it up?
[ The moment of boldness evaporates mere seconds later, as that slick-coated hand cups upward, gently caressing over his sac and folding around his helplessly twitching cock, the slow rock of their hips making him gently fuck into it. The direct touch-- his alpha's hand instead of his own-- Prompto's head lolls back and he strangles out a cry, the bolt of pleasure shooting up his spine sharp and electric. Fuck.
It's only amplified by the slow pull of Noctis' hips that follows, the stretch of his entrance around the base of the knot flaring hot and biting at the heels of his ecstasy, stealing his breath again-- before those strong hands tighten on his waist, and he slams them back together. The noise that manages to escape Prompto's throat is nothing short of a sob.
His head rolls forward again as though his neck has lost the ability to hold it upright any longer, hair falling back into his face as he shakes it, desperately panting. Not yet, not yet. ]
Please-- one more. One more-- just one more, I want it-- wanna be... good for you, take it all...
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Date: 2018-06-05 10:34 pm (UTC)Alright, stay still. Just let it--
[He pushed back against Prompto's motions, moving against them to urge them slower. Deeper. The rocking of his hips concentrating down into a tremble in his thighs. The threat of motion still there, but Noctis trusted Prompto, knew he'd understand. Knew how overwhelming it must be, holding back despite Noctis' knot throbbing against him, that uncontrollable pulse resonating against everything his heat was asking for. He rubbed his hands along Prompto's legs, offering some kind of comfort through this small torture he was putting the omega through.]
There you go. Nice and slow now, show me what a good omega you are.
[It takes almost too much effort to still his own movements there's so much instinct, reflex and finally-tapped need shivering through his nerves. There's plenty to distract him, though. A gorgeous fucked-out omega, for instance. It was a different Prompto then he was used to seeing, for sure. Everything shy and guarded was broken down completely, just blonde hair falling into his flushed face. Sweat shining on his chest. Pretty pink nipples standing out against pale skin, framed by nipples. Prompto's fingers clenched at nothing as he caught his breath.
Noctis brushed the hair off Prompto's forehead, and brushed his knuckle down his cheek. His freckles were so prominent now, his skin glowing from the exertion. Noctis teased his fingers through his hair, lingering at the ends and letting his fingertips just barely tease down Prompto's neck. It was probably unfair to do to an omega in this kind of situation. He could see how swollen the scent glands were -- but pressed his thumb against it anyway. Rubbed a little circle there. Didn't bother hiding the way he bit his lip or the little groan of approval at the scent.]
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Date: 2018-06-07 05:30 am (UTC)There's a low-level pull of command to the motions, though, and that-- gods. That absolutely overrides any of those instincts, replacing it with this burning need to obey. With a shaking whimper, Prompto stills himself as much as he's able (save, of course, for the tremble in his thighs that he absolutely can't stop), head hanging further and hands raking up onto his alpha's chest, fingers clenching and unclenching aimlessly. His breath-- he's almost sobbing with the intensity of it, the desperate knot of his heat twisting in the pit of his stomach.
It feels like he's on the very edge of completely melting down. He can feel every single throb of Noctis' knot (gods it's so heavy, pressed so deep) up against his inner walls like a drumbeat, reverberating through his body and ricocheting back on itself until his entire body feels like a cacophony-- the heat, the helpless ache, scorching through his veins. It's agony.
That soft, almost sympathetic stroke along his quivering thighs makes something in Prompto's chest give out, something warm and liquid cresting up through his throat and stinging behind his eyes, his desperate panting giving an occasional hitch. Fuck, he's completely overwhelmed, with sensation and emotion both; he wants this, he wants it, wants it, and oh gods he adores this man. Knows, in his heart, that Noctis is truly his alpha, the only one who can take care of him like this, the only one who can ever touch him, fill him, satisfy him-- love him.
His head lifts just a fraction as Noctis coaxes him on, enough to gaze in near-worship through the sheaf of hair that had fallen into his face, eyes hazy and half-wet-- and a hand comes up to gently shift the veil of blonde back aside, curling affectionately down his cheek. Down his jaw. Down his neck--
Oh, fuck. The soft pressure against the gland there sends a flood of heat down through his body, crashing against the dense pit of heat between his legs-- and his scent, the sweetness of it suddenly boiling up in the back of his throat, spreading through his senses. Prompto chokes out a moan that just borders on a desperate keen, fingers scratching at Noct's chest and hips shoving down as hard as possible, just to feel the hard shift inside him. His cock, already more than half-hard again, jolts hard against his alpha's belly with the pulse of exquisite pleasure that runs through him. ]
Noct-- Noct-- [ Nice and slow. Just like his alpha wants. And he does so want to be good for him, doesn't he?
His hips barely move, really. Prompto faintly rocks back and forth, slowly, letting that knot roll in heavy circles right up against where he's most sensitive-- and gods, gods, he's almost sure this kind of pleasure is going to kill him, it's too intense, like a pulsar spinning in tighter and tighter rotations between his legs. Everything is tense with it, seizing tight around his alpha's waist and hips and cock, on the verge of breaking. ]
Oh-- please Noct, I-- please--