[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.]
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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?