[ He can't stop, he can't stop, he can't stop. It's almost impossible to differentiate all the sensations at this point-- everything from the waist down feels liquid, molten, swelling and rolling in languid waves of boiling heat from his thighs, up through his hips and the tangle of desire in the pit of his stomach, out through the length of his throbbing cock and back over itself again.
It's ecstasy. It's agony. He's utterly overstimulated and all he wants is more, more, greedily taking in everything Noctis is willing to give him. More of the glowing-hot pleasure of the constant rolling press against his prostate, more of the searing ache of being so stretched around that thick knot for so long. More of those dark blue eyes, pupils blown wide with lust, gazing so possessively up at him as he rides him. More of those guiding hands on his hips, holding his rhythm steady. More.
The lightly chiding tease about his mess makes a shudder run through Prompto's body that staggers the beat for a moment, the strings of his arousal given a strong twang that he can't quite parse. Something in Noct's tone, the faint edge of playful danger, oh gods how he wants to chase that, how his body responds-- he bites his lip a little, head hanging slightly as he almost shyly nods, rolling his hips a bit deeper against Noctis' lap-- and the fingers idling through the mess between them. (The flare of deeper sensation makes him whimper. Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, it doesn't matter--) ]
Can't-- help it-- [ Still, he can't help a small and breathless grin quirking his lips, one eye cracking open through strands of sweat-limp hair hanging across it. Overwhelmed or not, returning the tease just comes too naturally. Prompto licks across his lips, half instinct and half suggestive. ] Unless you... want me to clean it up?
[ The moment of boldness evaporates mere seconds later, as that slick-coated hand cups upward, gently caressing over his sac and folding around his helplessly twitching cock, the slow rock of their hips making him gently fuck into it. The direct touch-- his alpha's hand instead of his own-- Prompto's head lolls back and he strangles out a cry, the bolt of pleasure shooting up his spine sharp and electric. Fuck.
It's only amplified by the slow pull of Noctis' hips that follows, the stretch of his entrance around the base of the knot flaring hot and biting at the heels of his ecstasy, stealing his breath again-- before those strong hands tighten on his waist, and he slams them back together. The noise that manages to escape Prompto's throat is nothing short of a sob.
His head rolls forward again as though his neck has lost the ability to hold it upright any longer, hair falling back into his face as he shakes it, desperately panting. Not yet, not yet. ]
Please-- one more. One more-- just one more, I want it-- wanna be... good for you, take it all...
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Date: 2018-05-26 05:04 am (UTC)It's ecstasy. It's agony. He's utterly overstimulated and all he wants is more, more, greedily taking in everything Noctis is willing to give him. More of the glowing-hot pleasure of the constant rolling press against his prostate, more of the searing ache of being so stretched around that thick knot for so long. More of those dark blue eyes, pupils blown wide with lust, gazing so possessively up at him as he rides him. More of those guiding hands on his hips, holding his rhythm steady. More.
The lightly chiding tease about his mess makes a shudder run through Prompto's body that staggers the beat for a moment, the strings of his arousal given a strong twang that he can't quite parse. Something in Noct's tone, the faint edge of playful danger, oh gods how he wants to chase that, how his body responds-- he bites his lip a little, head hanging slightly as he almost shyly nods, rolling his hips a bit deeper against Noctis' lap-- and the fingers idling through the mess between them. (The flare of deeper sensation makes him whimper. Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, it doesn't matter--) ]
Can't-- help it-- [ Still, he can't help a small and breathless grin quirking his lips, one eye cracking open through strands of sweat-limp hair hanging across it. Overwhelmed or not, returning the tease just comes too naturally. Prompto licks across his lips, half instinct and half suggestive. ] Unless you... want me to clean it up?
[ The moment of boldness evaporates mere seconds later, as that slick-coated hand cups upward, gently caressing over his sac and folding around his helplessly twitching cock, the slow rock of their hips making him gently fuck into it. The direct touch-- his alpha's hand instead of his own-- Prompto's head lolls back and he strangles out a cry, the bolt of pleasure shooting up his spine sharp and electric. Fuck.
It's only amplified by the slow pull of Noctis' hips that follows, the stretch of his entrance around the base of the knot flaring hot and biting at the heels of his ecstasy, stealing his breath again-- before those strong hands tighten on his waist, and he slams them back together. The noise that manages to escape Prompto's throat is nothing short of a sob.
His head rolls forward again as though his neck has lost the ability to hold it upright any longer, hair falling back into his face as he shakes it, desperately panting. Not yet, not yet. ]
Please-- one more. One more-- just one more, I want it-- wanna be... good for you, take it all...