[Noctis doesn't hesitate. How could he? Everything he was felt attached intrinsically to Prompto, anything this boy could desire, he would fulfill immediately, completely. He cups his hand around the back of Prompto's head, tangles his fingers into his hair, presses forward until their lips meet.
Prompto is pliant beneath him, everything soft and willing to learn. Gods, he would teach him everything, show him anything. Slowly, slowly. He let himself lightly lick at Prompto's lips, but pulled away before it went to deep. Too aggressive.
He watched Prompto catch his breath. Tried to see if anything had fundamentally changed between them, if that air in his lungs was any different now.
But why hold back now? Noctis surged forward again, biting at Prompto's lower lip. He pushed his tongue into Prompto's mouth, tasting and exploring him completely. He felt Prompto gasp beneath him, running out of air. He slid away, slightly apologetic grin across his face.]
You're beautiful, you know that?
[Noctis tugged at his collar, popping open the top button and letting him make quick work of the rest.
Kissing-- it always felt like part of a routine before. Checkbox number three before you winded your way down to anything more intimate. This, though. Prompto. Only seconds had passed, and Noctis was already craving more of those soft lips on his. More of his taste on his tongue, as hot as it was. He'd never felt that pure passion before.
He squeezed his bulge, appreciating the throb he felt in return. He let himself moan, a rough, low sound he hoped Prompto would appreciate. After a few more idle rubs over himself, he unbuttoned his pants and loosened the zipper. Finally, some release of that pressure was nice. He couldn't resist showing off. Took his time slipping his shirt off, stretching languidly through the motions. He punctuated it all with another short kiss, nipping at Prompto’s lips again and trailing more bites and kisses down his jaw and neck. He mouthed and licked at Prompto's scent gland, and let his hands roam across that body.
Noctis imagined he could feel Prompto's heartbeat where their chests were pressed together, like they were beating in synchronization through this connection.]
Still okay? Come on, Prompto. Keep going. Tell me what you want.
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Prompto is pliant beneath him, everything soft and willing to learn. Gods, he would teach him everything, show him anything. Slowly, slowly. He let himself lightly lick at Prompto's lips, but pulled away before it went to deep. Too aggressive.
He watched Prompto catch his breath. Tried to see if anything had fundamentally changed between them, if that air in his lungs was any different now.
But why hold back now? Noctis surged forward again, biting at Prompto's lower lip. He pushed his tongue into Prompto's mouth, tasting and exploring him completely. He felt Prompto gasp beneath him, running out of air. He slid away, slightly apologetic grin across his face.]
You're beautiful, you know that?
[Noctis tugged at his collar, popping open the top button and letting him make quick work of the rest.
Kissing-- it always felt like part of a routine before. Checkbox number three before you winded your way down to anything more intimate. This, though. Prompto. Only seconds had passed, and Noctis was already craving more of those soft lips on his. More of his taste on his tongue, as hot as it was. He'd never felt that pure passion before.
He squeezed his bulge, appreciating the throb he felt in return. He let himself moan, a rough, low sound he hoped Prompto would appreciate. After a few more idle rubs over himself, he unbuttoned his pants and loosened the zipper. Finally, some release of that pressure was nice. He couldn't resist showing off. Took his time slipping his shirt off, stretching languidly through the motions. He punctuated it all with another short kiss, nipping at Prompto’s lips again and trailing more bites and kisses down his jaw and neck. He mouthed and licked at Prompto's scent gland, and let his hands roam across that body.
Noctis imagined he could feel Prompto's heartbeat where their chests were pressed together, like they were beating in synchronization through this connection.]
Still okay? Come on, Prompto. Keep going. Tell me what you want.