[It almost burns, the heavy shiver rolling down Noctis' spine as Prompto presses closer, whimpers his way through another surge of that saccharine scent. There'd already been slick dripping down Prompto's thighs before, Noctis licked his lips imagining how much there must be at this point.
To hear Prompto already begging-- what a perfect moment pulled out of his fantasies.]
I want this too.
[He whispers the confession softly, while his fingers still carded through Prompto's hair. Anything he could to to calm the boy's frantic desperation. It was cute, though, he had to admit. Part of him enjoyed the notion that it was his responsibility to soothe and care. He was the only one who could. The only one Prompto trusted and wanted in that. This perfect boy. Had he already known how much Noctis was falling for him?
He carefully peeled back from Prompto, gently brushing his knuckle over his face. He was flushed, sweating and trembling. Noctis wanted to memorize this. Hoped he'd get to see it again. There was a deep pulse of f jealousy at thought that one day anyone else might see this, might touch this soft skin-- he hated it. He let his hands wander over Prompto’s shoulders, down to his waist until he could slide his palms underneath the hem and finally, finally, press his hands into hot skin. It felt like a circuit connecting, a thrill traveling through his nerves that made his head swim. Perfect, perfect.]
Come on, let's get you comfortable. So I can take care of you.
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Date: 2018-03-24 05:30 pm (UTC)To hear Prompto already begging-- what a perfect moment pulled out of his fantasies.]
I want this too.
[He whispers the confession softly, while his fingers still carded through Prompto's hair. Anything he could to to calm the boy's frantic desperation. It was cute, though, he had to admit. Part of him enjoyed the notion that it was his responsibility to soothe and care. He was the only one who could. The only one Prompto trusted and wanted in that. This perfect boy. Had he already known how much Noctis was falling for him?
He carefully peeled back from Prompto, gently brushing his knuckle over his face. He was flushed, sweating and trembling. Noctis wanted to memorize this. Hoped he'd get to see it again. There was a deep pulse of f jealousy at thought that one day anyone else might see this, might touch this soft skin-- he hated it. He let his hands wander over Prompto’s shoulders, down to his waist until he could slide his palms underneath the hem and finally, finally, press his hands into hot skin. It felt like a circuit connecting, a thrill traveling through his nerves that made his head swim. Perfect, perfect.]
Come on, let's get you comfortable. So I can take care of you.