[ Everything's still moving a little languidly in Prompto's head, thick and slow and sweet even through the cacophony of sensation in the rest of his body-- as such, Noctis' tease takes a second longer to connect than the action behind it. Those strong hands curl tighter around his hips, and suddenly Noctis is lifting up, grinding back into him as Prompto pushes down, and oh, oh-- gods, the pulse of heat from that shift nearly knocks his breath away. He's so deep. He's so deep. ]
I-- I can-- more-- let me show you--
[ It's completely nonsensical babbling, words that cut off with a high little cry as those hands pull, and Noctis hips draw back, pump up, slowly dragging him into a steadier rhythm. Prompto's thighs are burning, quivering, hips shaking as he tries to find the beat-- until something clicks and they're moving in perfect tandem; faster, harder. Prompto's head snaps back, mouth open but soundless as his body jolts, bouncing against Noctis' hips. Each slap together is audible, and the tug of that knot against his stretched-wide entrance on each pull outward-- the deeper plunge of it, rubbing up against that swollen-hot spot inside of him--
He rolls forward slightly as his breath staggers back into his lungs, letting out a long and shuddering whine. His hands splay harder against Noctis' abdomen just as a desperate hold to keep his balance as their bodies bound and rebound, hair falling across his face and breasts jolting up and down with each thrust. Fuck, it's so much. Pleasure pounds through him on each heavy bottom-out, so hot and deep it has his legs twitching in against Noctis' waist-- and fuck, he can feel all the churning inside of him, the absolute saturation of his own wetness and Noctis' cum, crashing somewhere deep like waves against walls. He's so full. And-- oh, gods, his insides clench down in a shuddering wave of arousal as his alpha's voice purrs across his ears, half-drunk praise tumbling from his lips like he doesn't even know he's saying it. What a good boy he is. How pretty, how nicely he's taking this knot, all this cum. How he knows Prompto can take a little more, a little more.
Vaguely, Prompto's aware that he's practically drooling, overwhelmed, panting and nodding desperately along. Gods, if Noctis wanted Prompto begging-- ]
More-- Noct, please, give me more, I'll take every drop of it, please, please--
[ Once again, his voice is cracked by a little sob of sensation as the rhythm stutters, as the alpha's cock twitches hard inside him, that knot pulses, that pressure deepening as Noctis fills him up even more. Noct is hissing a little bit, his fingers digging in harder as he shudders through his climax, and there's a pride there, in being the one taking him and everything he can give him. Red-faced and shivering, Prompto slips one hand back to curl around his own cock again, shoving his hips down and grinding in a heavy circle as he gives himself one good stroke-- and that's enough to take him apart again, the surge of his orgasm streaking up from his quivering thighs to the base of his skull along his arched spine, voice torn in a high cry as he streaks Noct's chest with his release again.
Fuck, fuck. Noctis' hands feel like bliss across his staticky nerves as his hips roll into a slower, shallower rhythm. ]
Fuck, Noct. [ He's almost crying from the pleasure of it all. ] I'm yours, always yours-- my alpha. Let me-- be so good for you, please, please.
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Date: 2018-05-08 03:18 am (UTC)I-- I can-- more-- let me show you--
[ It's completely nonsensical babbling, words that cut off with a high little cry as those hands pull, and Noctis hips draw back, pump up, slowly dragging him into a steadier rhythm. Prompto's thighs are burning, quivering, hips shaking as he tries to find the beat-- until something clicks and they're moving in perfect tandem; faster, harder. Prompto's head snaps back, mouth open but soundless as his body jolts, bouncing against Noctis' hips. Each slap together is audible, and the tug of that knot against his stretched-wide entrance on each pull outward-- the deeper plunge of it, rubbing up against that swollen-hot spot inside of him--
He rolls forward slightly as his breath staggers back into his lungs, letting out a long and shuddering whine. His hands splay harder against Noctis' abdomen just as a desperate hold to keep his balance as their bodies bound and rebound, hair falling across his face and breasts jolting up and down with each thrust. Fuck, it's so much. Pleasure pounds through him on each heavy bottom-out, so hot and deep it has his legs twitching in against Noctis' waist-- and fuck, he can feel all the churning inside of him, the absolute saturation of his own wetness and Noctis' cum, crashing somewhere deep like waves against walls. He's so full. And-- oh, gods, his insides clench down in a shuddering wave of arousal as his alpha's voice purrs across his ears, half-drunk praise tumbling from his lips like he doesn't even know he's saying it. What a good boy he is. How pretty, how nicely he's taking this knot, all this cum. How he knows Prompto can take a little more, a little more.
Vaguely, Prompto's aware that he's practically drooling, overwhelmed, panting and nodding desperately along. Gods, if Noctis wanted Prompto begging-- ]
More-- Noct, please, give me more, I'll take every drop of it, please, please--
[ Once again, his voice is cracked by a little sob of sensation as the rhythm stutters, as the alpha's cock twitches hard inside him, that knot pulses, that pressure deepening as Noctis fills him up even more. Noct is hissing a little bit, his fingers digging in harder as he shudders through his climax, and there's a pride there, in being the one taking him and everything he can give him. Red-faced and shivering, Prompto slips one hand back to curl around his own cock again, shoving his hips down and grinding in a heavy circle as he gives himself one good stroke-- and that's enough to take him apart again, the surge of his orgasm streaking up from his quivering thighs to the base of his skull along his arched spine, voice torn in a high cry as he streaks Noct's chest with his release again.
Fuck, fuck. Noctis' hands feel like bliss across his staticky nerves as his hips roll into a slower, shallower rhythm. ]
Fuck, Noct. [ He's almost crying from the pleasure of it all. ] I'm yours, always yours-- my alpha. Let me-- be so good for you, please, please.