[ 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--
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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--