[It isn't his choice when his pleasure spikes again, another deep orgasm that settles into his core before bursting out, an overwhelming thing. For as hard as it set his head spinning, the tension and release had him exhausted-- it was a blessing when Prompto kept them moving, ground himself down thicker and harder than they'd been moving before and. Ah. Prompto was falling apart again, stroking himself, panting and begging.
It really was the begging that did Noctis in. It crawled under his skin, igniting some possesive urge that was normally untapped. It's nearly satisfied by Prompto coming again, shivering and screaming Noct's name. Perfect, perfect. Noctis could feel the last tremors rolling through Prompto's body, feedback fed directly to his knot and answered back in it throbbing and twitching.
Prompto takes no time to recover. Just rolls them into a slower rhythm, keeping Noct's knot buried deep. Noctis likes the luxury of it, imagines what this would be like in his bed. Both of them surrounded in plush and silk, Prompto dressed in some form fitting and lace. So good for his alpha indeed.]
Making a mess, aren't you?
[Noctis dragged his fingers through the cooling remains of Prompto's cum on his stomach, then smeared lower to tease through the mixture of slick and his release collecting between them. It was sticky and hot, clinging to his skin. He rolled Prompto's sac in his palm, played with his softening cock. Let their motions push it into his grip. Gorgeous, he really was. Even like this, desperate and covered in sweat and cum. Especially like this.
There was some feeling boiling up, that he could almost call "guilt"-- that he had had some direct hand in this. That plenty of this filth was his, and there were a million more appropriate ways to deal with all of this. He could have waited. But he hadn't. Now he didn't have to.
He smeared his hand down Prompto's thigh, spreading the mess down the taunt, trembling muscles. There were some signs of exhaustion starting to break through the boy's frenzy but they disappeared below the surface just as fast. He was just so eager. So ready to please. To serve his alpha.
He tugged back, it had to be-- not done by any means, but spent enough. It was something he liked, he had to admit. Pulling out just a little too soon, showing off the thickness of his knot. Making whoever he was with feel it. Maybe he'd make Prompto do it himself one day, while they fucked like this. He'd look incredible, using those muscular legs to push himself up slowly, slowly, sobs catching in his chest. Gods.
Noct slammed back in, as flush as possible. He'd never run out of fantasies with this boy.]
Think it's come down enough. You want me to take it out, or you want one more?
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Date: 2018-05-23 03:10 pm (UTC)It really was the begging that did Noctis in. It crawled under his skin, igniting some possesive urge that was normally untapped. It's nearly satisfied by Prompto coming again, shivering and screaming Noct's name. Perfect, perfect. Noctis could feel the last tremors rolling through Prompto's body, feedback fed directly to his knot and answered back in it throbbing and twitching.
Prompto takes no time to recover. Just rolls them into a slower rhythm, keeping Noct's knot buried deep. Noctis likes the luxury of it, imagines what this would be like in his bed. Both of them surrounded in plush and silk, Prompto dressed in some form fitting and lace. So good for his alpha indeed.]
Making a mess, aren't you?
[Noctis dragged his fingers through the cooling remains of Prompto's cum on his stomach, then smeared lower to tease through the mixture of slick and his release collecting between them. It was sticky and hot, clinging to his skin. He rolled Prompto's sac in his palm, played with his softening cock. Let their motions push it into his grip. Gorgeous, he really was. Even like this, desperate and covered in sweat and cum. Especially like this.
There was some feeling boiling up, that he could almost call "guilt"-- that he had had some direct hand in this. That plenty of this filth was his, and there were a million more appropriate ways to deal with all of this. He could have waited. But he hadn't. Now he didn't have to.
He smeared his hand down Prompto's thigh, spreading the mess down the taunt, trembling muscles. There were some signs of exhaustion starting to break through the boy's frenzy but they disappeared below the surface just as fast. He was just so eager. So ready to please. To serve his alpha.
He tugged back, it had to be-- not done by any means, but spent enough. It was something he liked, he had to admit. Pulling out just a little too soon, showing off the thickness of his knot. Making whoever he was with feel it. Maybe he'd make Prompto do it himself one day, while they fucked like this. He'd look incredible, using those muscular legs to push himself up slowly, slowly, sobs catching in his chest. Gods.
Noct slammed back in, as flush as possible. He'd never run out of fantasies with this boy.]
Think it's come down enough. You want me to take it out, or you want one more?