[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. ]
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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.