[Noctis spared a glance at his phone. Honestly if it was ringing, it was more than likely some business or another he'd rather ignore. Let it ring, they'll hang up eventually and realize they should have sent an email to him all along. It was an idle enough moment, though, the distraction was enticing.
It was an unexpected notification splashed across his screen-- "Prompto" and a line of interspaced chocobo and star emoji. He probably shouldn't have let the kid put his own contact in. Someone was liable to get the wrong idea about it one day. It was weird, though. Prompto never called, if he could text and he never texted if he could send weird photos and videos instead through apps that, honestly, Noctis just didn't understand.
There was a lot about Prompto that confused Noctis. Such as, why this incredible spot of sunshine was willing to spend so much time with him. There had to be someone else more deserving of his enthusiastic, optimistic joy. Honestly.
Somehow, there wasn't. Just a world that had ignored this perfect boy. There was something intrinsically unfair in that. For all the eyes and attention that had been on him his whole life, he couldn't help but understand the isolation, though. They'd become fast, easy friends through that unspoken connection.
Maybe a little too fast. Definitely too easy. Maybe Noctis should have been more responsible than getting so close to such a young omega. He might not be a textbook alpha, but if he was honest with himself, he was still a damn good example of one. So it hadn't exactly been a surprise when he started noticing Prompto acting a little flirty. He could understand that. So it stood to reason that it wasn't entirely his fault that it came so naturally to reciprocate the gestures. Let his hand linger a little too long on Prompto’s shoulder, simple things.
Oh, but how well Prompto had responded to that give and take. Acting like it was such a simple and natural thing to slide into Noct's lap and drape and arm around his shoulders. Noctis should have said something, done anything to put the distance back between them that he knew was the right thing to do. But, instead, he'd put and arm around that pretty, trim waist and leaned in closer to look at whatever photos Prompto was showing him that day.
He felt bad he couldn't remember them. Normally, Prompto's own passion and energy pulled Noctis into a matching enthusiasm, but all he could remember was how perfect it felt having Prompto so close. How nice his warmth was. How nicely their scents mingled and how nice his mark would look torn into that pale skin. He'd swallowed down that last fault fast-- no no no. He wasn't an animal, those instincts could stand to stay silent, thank you. He really hoped it was just some alpha reaction he couldn't control at least. That's that he was telling himself everytime his fantasies turned a little brighter blonde, a little shorter, a little more freckled and smiling as they begged him Please, please.
Just. Alpha instinct.
Kid hadn't even had his first heat yet.
It was cute, though, the bravado he had about the most inescapable part of this whole package. What's the big deal? Can't be that bad! Noctis had laughed and agreed, because, why not? Maybe Prompto's get lucky, be one of those omegas that have nice mild heats. Noct wasn't sure he'd ever met one of those few, but they had to be out there. He'd left out the details of his own ruts, the driving desire that clouded his mind, the stifling headaches, the burning fevers. Unimportant details, when he could be imagining Prompto instead.]
Hello?
[Noctis did his best to keep his tone worried, but not too concerned. Level, but not uncaring. It was totally inappropriate how proud he felt that, whatever was happening, whatever emergency had obviously struck in Prompto’s life, he was the one Prompto had called. He was coming to him for help. Noct's heart swelled with a protective pride. Prompto trusted him. No one ever trusted Noctis with anything, but now that curse had broken.
Except, he couldn't exactly make out much on the other end of the line. If anything, it just sounded lewd. Heavy breathing (was that Prompto? God, that sound would fuel his dreams for a long time, no no no. This wasn't meant for him, something had to be a mistake. Just accidentally called him in a. Private. Moment. Maybe. Noctis felt a blush creeping up his neck. He tried. speaking up, promising he'd hang up if there was no response. Any second now. Stop listening to that breathing, those faint, wet sounds. Oh.]
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Date: 2018-03-19 01:27 am (UTC)It was an unexpected notification splashed across his screen-- "Prompto" and a line of interspaced chocobo and star emoji. He probably shouldn't have let the kid put his own contact in. Someone was liable to get the wrong idea about it one day. It was weird, though. Prompto never called, if he could text and he never texted if he could send weird photos and videos instead through apps that, honestly, Noctis just didn't understand.
There was a lot about Prompto that confused Noctis. Such as, why this incredible spot of sunshine was willing to spend so much time with him. There had to be someone else more deserving of his enthusiastic, optimistic joy. Honestly.
Somehow, there wasn't. Just a world that had ignored this perfect boy. There was something intrinsically unfair in that. For all the eyes and attention that had been on him his whole life, he couldn't help but understand the isolation, though. They'd become fast, easy friends through that unspoken connection.
Maybe a little too fast. Definitely too easy. Maybe Noctis should have been more responsible than getting so close to such a young omega. He might not be a textbook alpha, but if he was honest with himself, he was still a damn good example of one. So it hadn't exactly been a surprise when he started noticing Prompto acting a little flirty. He could understand that. So it stood to reason that it wasn't entirely his fault that it came so naturally to reciprocate the gestures. Let his hand linger a little too long on Prompto’s shoulder, simple things.
Oh, but how well Prompto had responded to that give and take. Acting like it was such a simple and natural thing to slide into Noct's lap and drape and arm around his shoulders. Noctis should have said something, done anything to put the distance back between them that he knew was the right thing to do. But, instead, he'd put and arm around that pretty, trim waist and leaned in closer to look at whatever photos Prompto was showing him that day.
He felt bad he couldn't remember them. Normally, Prompto's own passion and energy pulled Noctis into a matching enthusiasm, but all he could remember was how perfect it felt having Prompto so close. How nice his warmth was. How nicely their scents mingled and how nice his mark would look torn into that pale skin. He'd swallowed down that last fault fast-- no no no. He wasn't an animal, those instincts could stand to stay silent, thank you. He really hoped it was just some alpha reaction he couldn't control at least. That's that he was telling himself everytime his fantasies turned a little brighter blonde, a little shorter, a little more freckled and smiling as they begged him Please, please.
Just. Alpha instinct.
Kid hadn't even had his first heat yet.
It was cute, though, the bravado he had about the most inescapable part of this whole package. What's the big deal? Can't be that bad! Noctis had laughed and agreed, because, why not? Maybe Prompto's get lucky, be one of those omegas that have nice mild heats. Noct wasn't sure he'd ever met one of those few, but they had to be out there. He'd left out the details of his own ruts, the driving desire that clouded his mind, the stifling headaches, the burning fevers. Unimportant details, when he could be imagining Prompto instead.]
Hello?
[Noctis did his best to keep his tone worried, but not too concerned. Level, but not uncaring. It was totally inappropriate how proud he felt that, whatever was happening, whatever emergency had obviously struck in Prompto’s life, he was the one Prompto had called. He was coming to him for help. Noct's heart swelled with a protective pride. Prompto trusted him. No one ever trusted Noctis with anything, but now that curse had broken.
Except, he couldn't exactly make out much on the other end of the line. If anything, it just sounded lewd. Heavy breathing (was that Prompto? God, that sound would fuel his dreams for a long time, no no no. This wasn't meant for him, something had to be a mistake. Just accidentally called him in a. Private. Moment. Maybe. Noctis felt a blush creeping up his neck. He tried. speaking up, promising he'd hang up if there was no response. Any second now. Stop listening to that breathing, those faint, wet sounds. Oh.]
You, you there? Prompto?