[Noctis sent a quick text to Luna-- some half baked excuse about something coming up, and he had to step out of the office suddenly. He'd claim his dog walker noticed Umbra limping or something. Luna was enough of a sucker for dogs that she'd fall for it willingly.
Now it was just a matter of traffic. Why did people insist on driving so slowly sometimes? Noctis fully knew he was the asshole in a nice car impatiently swerving around between lanes, but yes. He was that guy. At least Prompto was close to his office.
That was how they'd met, wasn't it? That sort of existing in the same orbit. Prompto had seen Noctis at the convenience store down the street. Noctis had saved him once at the arcade, winning a large stuffed bird after seeing the boy was agonizing over his lack of pocket change in the front of the place.
They'd played some stupid light gun game together the rest of the afternoon. It was the first time Noctis had had fun in so long. It reminded him of high school, laughing and smiling with his tie pulled loose and his jacket sleeves rolled up like that.
Prompto had become an easy sort of escape after that. It didn't take much for Noctis to slip away into that world instead, or for him to pull Prompto into his own. There was such a charm in the bald-faced sense of wonder he could pull out of Prompto sometimes. Noctis didn't usually like that feeling of pride, it wasn't like anything he had was really his, he'd just taken over his father's life like he was supposed to but--once a Prompto had grabbed his hand, looked at him in absolute awe and it was an incredible moment. He'd never forget it.
Finally. At least he'd managed to park right in front of Prompto’s house. Was that a bad idea? How was this sort of thing supposed to work? It always seemed more exciting, but somehow simpler in movies.
He hadn't expected to be so nervous when he knocked on the door. Or when it opened, Prompto just barely peeking around the corner.
That scent, though. It was phenomenal, the way it filled Noctis' senses completely. It was sweet, in a different way than Prompto usually scented. Absolutely stronger. Still it mingled with the hard musk and spice of Noctis' in such a lovely harmony, he couldn’t help but hum a pleased little sound.]
Hey. Sorry you had to wait.
[The oversized shirt was cute, Noctis wondered for a moment how Prompto would look in one of his. Making coffee in his kitchen some morning, his thighs just as bare and glistening with slick as they were now. Just as flushed and shy. Coming back to curl up in bed together. Maybe one day.
Those thighs, though. Usually, Noctis saw Prompto in his uniform. Sometimes casual sweatpants and a tanktop, but never so much unbroken skin. It was so pale, soft looking. Still scattered over with freckles. The shine of slick and cum was a filthy detail that brought that shiver back to Noct's spine. Through the sweetness of his scent, the boy smelled like sex. Noctis couldn't resist the tease as he followed Prompto into his house.]
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Now it was just a matter of traffic. Why did people insist on driving so slowly sometimes? Noctis fully knew he was the asshole in a nice car impatiently swerving around between lanes, but yes. He was that guy. At least Prompto was close to his office.
That was how they'd met, wasn't it? That sort of existing in the same orbit. Prompto had seen Noctis at the convenience store down the street. Noctis had saved him once at the arcade, winning a large stuffed bird after seeing the boy was agonizing over his lack of pocket change in the front of the place.
They'd played some stupid light gun game together the rest of the afternoon. It was the first time Noctis had had fun in so long. It reminded him of high school, laughing and smiling with his tie pulled loose and his jacket sleeves rolled up like that.
Prompto had become an easy sort of escape after that. It didn't take much for Noctis to slip away into that world instead, or for him to pull Prompto into his own. There was such a charm in the bald-faced sense of wonder he could pull out of Prompto sometimes. Noctis didn't usually like that feeling of pride, it wasn't like anything he had was really his, he'd just taken over his father's life like he was supposed to but--once a Prompto had grabbed his hand, looked at him in absolute awe and it was an incredible moment. He'd never forget it.
Finally. At least he'd managed to park right in front of Prompto’s house. Was that a bad idea? How was this sort of thing supposed to work? It always seemed more exciting, but somehow simpler in movies.
He hadn't expected to be so nervous when he knocked on the door. Or when it opened, Prompto just barely peeking around the corner.
That scent, though. It was phenomenal, the way it filled Noctis' senses completely. It was sweet, in a different way than Prompto usually scented. Absolutely stronger. Still it mingled with the hard musk and spice of Noctis' in such a lovely harmony, he couldn’t help but hum a pleased little sound.]
Hey. Sorry you had to wait.
[The oversized shirt was cute, Noctis wondered for a moment how Prompto would look in one of his. Making coffee in his kitchen some morning, his thighs just as bare and glistening with slick as they were now. Just as flushed and shy. Coming back to curl up in bed together. Maybe one day.
Those thighs, though. Usually, Noctis saw Prompto in his uniform. Sometimes casual sweatpants and a tanktop, but never so much unbroken skin. It was so pale, soft looking. Still scattered over with freckles. The shine of slick and cum was a filthy detail that brought that shiver back to Noct's spine. Through the sweetness of his scent, the boy smelled like sex. Noctis couldn't resist the tease as he followed Prompto into his house.]
Been busy?