[Prompto had a habit of grabbing Noctis' hands, leading him around and channeling his enthusiasm through that physical link. This shy little pull was absolutely nothing like those innocent moments, it was so much more tender, and the energy between them was thicker, more electric, it hung a tension in the air that Prompto pulled them both through.
It was Noctis' turn to reel when they reached Prompto's room. He was nearly overwhelmed by the layers of scent built up there. He hardly noticed Prompto releasing his hand until he'd already flopped onto his bed with a little sound of defeat.
Shit. What a perfect sight. Prompto was beautiful, his shirt had ridden up, exposing him completely. His flat stomach, his long, slender legs, his chest just a little softer and fuller than usual (totally normal when an omega was in heat. Noctis would be lying if he tried to deny that he loved it. It looked especially good on Prompto’s frame.) All evidence of his attempts at satiating himself were out in the open-- his cock dripping against his stomach, his slick-smeared thighs spread just enough to offer a glimpse of his entrance, pink and obviously stretched.
The omega shifted positions, and stretched out his arms, reaching for Noctis. Well. that was an impossible invitation to turn down. Noctis slid onto the bed, let himself roll into Prompto's embrace again. He nuzzled against Prompto's neck, pulled by some combination of instinct and convenience. He let his teeth just graze over the swollen scent gland, just enough to satisfy that want to bite and possess. He let himself slide into that comfortable warmth as Prompto’s scent coated his tongue. His omega, finally, here and ready for him.
He leaned back, just long enough to tug Prompto's shirt off. Gorgeous. Noctis perched himself above Prompto, straddled over the boy. His pants were going to end up ruined, but that was hardly a concern when Prompto looked like that. His hair was tousled, and his skin flushed with some mix of arousal, exertion and the low level embarrassment that just seemed to be Prompto's life sometimes. The freckles - - they fell somewhere in between his fantasies, just a light spray across his skin that collected in pools at his shoulders and hips. They were cuter than he could have imagined. Noctis licked his lips as he surveyed every inch of the boy beneath him. It stirred a hunger in the pit of his stomach, made his cock throb, and tapped into a possessiveness that Noctis rarely felt so clearly.
This was his. No one else had ever seen this.
He ran his palms over that smooth skin, lingering over cute, pink nipples and squeezing the softness there appreciatively. He let his hands rest on Prompto’s hips, thumbs pressed into the hollow of his hip bones.]
Well? What do you wanna try first?
[It was too easy to tease. Noctis was more than ready to take control, but there was a satisfaction in pulling the words and thoughts from this perfect boy]
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It was Noctis' turn to reel when they reached Prompto's room. He was nearly overwhelmed by the layers of scent built up there. He hardly noticed Prompto releasing his hand until he'd already flopped onto his bed with a little sound of defeat.
Shit. What a perfect sight. Prompto was beautiful, his shirt had ridden up, exposing him completely. His flat stomach, his long, slender legs, his chest just a little softer and fuller than usual (totally normal when an omega was in heat. Noctis would be lying if he tried to deny that he loved it. It looked especially good on Prompto’s frame.) All evidence of his attempts at satiating himself were out in the open-- his cock dripping against his stomach, his slick-smeared thighs spread just enough to offer a glimpse of his entrance, pink and obviously stretched.
The omega shifted positions, and stretched out his arms, reaching for Noctis. Well. that was an impossible invitation to turn down. Noctis slid onto the bed, let himself roll into Prompto's embrace again. He nuzzled against Prompto's neck, pulled by some combination of instinct and convenience. He let his teeth just graze over the swollen scent gland, just enough to satisfy that want to bite and possess. He let himself slide into that comfortable warmth as Prompto’s scent coated his tongue. His omega, finally, here and ready for him.
He leaned back, just long enough to tug Prompto's shirt off. Gorgeous. Noctis perched himself above Prompto, straddled over the boy. His pants were going to end up ruined, but that was hardly a concern when Prompto looked like that. His hair was tousled, and his skin flushed with some mix of arousal, exertion and the low level embarrassment that just seemed to be Prompto's life sometimes. The freckles - - they fell somewhere in between his fantasies, just a light spray across his skin that collected in pools at his shoulders and hips. They were cuter than he could have imagined. Noctis licked his lips as he surveyed every inch of the boy beneath him. It stirred a hunger in the pit of his stomach, made his cock throb, and tapped into a possessiveness that Noctis rarely felt so clearly.
This was his. No one else had ever seen this.
He ran his palms over that smooth skin, lingering over cute, pink nipples and squeezing the softness there appreciatively. He let his hands rest on Prompto’s hips, thumbs pressed into the hollow of his hip bones.]
Well? What do you wanna try first?
[It was too easy to tease. Noctis was more than ready to take control, but there was a satisfaction in pulling the words and thoughts from this perfect boy]