[ It's hard not to let a flustered, pleased smile bloom over his face once Noctis actually stepped across the threshold of the front door. Something about it made the whole thing real: Noct is really here, he'd dropped whatever he'd been doing to come to Prompto's aid when he'd called for him (never mind that there's certainly a perk in it for him, ha). In spite of the anxieties and doubts almost constantly plucking at his mind, he'd placed his trust in this man that somehow, somehow by some miracle actually seems to listen to him and enjoy his company and care-- and Noct had answered that trust. He's here. And...
Oh, his scent. Prompto briefly leans back against the door, as much using his weight to shut it behind them as simply needing to ease the quiver that runs down through his legs; even normally Prompto is quietly obsessed with Noctis' scent, the heavy warmth of it, the threads of smoke and spice that he always wants to tangle himself into and keep for himself. But in the state he's in... gods, it's almost tangible, swirling through his senses and pouring down through his veins, leaving everything in its wake tingling and sensitive, twisting his arousal somewhere even deeper. (He half-considers begging Noctis to take him right here and now, up against the door.)
Noct is saying something, though? Prompto blinks a couple of times, clearing the fog enough to trace back and catch the sly tease about his current state, and his flushed grin pulls a little wider even as that pink deepens another shade. ]
Busy yes. Productive no. [ A double-entendre, of course: Noctis is welcome to interpret it however he likes.
After a moment, he feels confident enough in his shaky legs to push away from the door (even this small distance between them now is maddening, he wants to feel his warmth, his touch, the weight of his body--), but another wave of shyness pulls through him as he starts to move towards his room. Is that too presumptuous...? Of course, it's why Noctis is here, but--
In the end, he doesn't want Noctis thinking he's only using him to quell the drowning waves of his heat. They're burning a lot of the steps here-- it's not exactly a "usual" courtship (though perhaps not unusual between alphas and omegas, either), but the feelings he has for Noct are riding just as high. He's a little bit frozen into inaction for a moment (his brain isn't exactly cooperating through the haze, either), but then finally defaults back to simply getting closer.
It's less than graceful, considering that a sharp twist between his legs makes him stagger slightly, but he pushes forward into Noctis' arms, looping his own tightly around the man's waist. An innocent enough embrace, if it wasn't for the soft moan that escapes his lips, and the way he absolutely can't stop himself from rubbing up against him closer, closer. ]
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Date: 2018-03-21 08:28 pm (UTC)Oh, his scent. Prompto briefly leans back against the door, as much using his weight to shut it behind them as simply needing to ease the quiver that runs down through his legs; even normally Prompto is quietly obsessed with Noctis' scent, the heavy warmth of it, the threads of smoke and spice that he always wants to tangle himself into and keep for himself. But in the state he's in... gods, it's almost tangible, swirling through his senses and pouring down through his veins, leaving everything in its wake tingling and sensitive, twisting his arousal somewhere even deeper. (He half-considers begging Noctis to take him right here and now, up against the door.)
Noct is saying something, though? Prompto blinks a couple of times, clearing the fog enough to trace back and catch the sly tease about his current state, and his flushed grin pulls a little wider even as that pink deepens another shade. ]
Busy yes. Productive no. [ A double-entendre, of course: Noctis is welcome to interpret it however he likes.
After a moment, he feels confident enough in his shaky legs to push away from the door (even this small distance between them now is maddening, he wants to feel his warmth, his touch, the weight of his body--), but another wave of shyness pulls through him as he starts to move towards his room. Is that too presumptuous...? Of course, it's why Noctis is here, but--
In the end, he doesn't want Noctis thinking he's only using him to quell the drowning waves of his heat. They're burning a lot of the steps here-- it's not exactly a "usual" courtship (though perhaps not unusual between alphas and omegas, either), but the feelings he has for Noct are riding just as high. He's a little bit frozen into inaction for a moment (his brain isn't exactly cooperating through the haze, either), but then finally defaults back to simply getting closer.
It's less than graceful, considering that a sharp twist between his legs makes him stagger slightly, but he pushes forward into Noctis' arms, looping his own tightly around the man's waist. An innocent enough embrace, if it wasn't for the soft moan that escapes his lips, and the way he absolutely can't stop himself from rubbing up against him closer, closer. ]
Just glad you're here now.