[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.]
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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?