[ 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.) ]
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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.) ]