[It's beyond anything Noctis had managed to imagine once Prompto starts to move. The heat of it all, the thick smell of slick letting them slide together so easily. The gasps, moans and near-screams of pleasure already pouring from Prompto's mouth. Noctis is almost ready to wrap his arms around Prompto's shoulders and drag him down for another one of those impossibly delicious kisses when instead, Prompto's voice cracks and his head fell forward. His back arched and he pushed into Noctis' touch, letting Noct feel every tremor as every inch of his body tensed. The wave of slick was warm, and felt amazing against his still-trapped cock. Soon, soon.
Prompto looked practically ashamed of himself. Noctis trailed his fingers through the mess of cum spattered across his stomach. Untouched, from just a little grinding? The poor thing really was desperate. His face was bright red, and his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath as he came down from the sudden orgasm. It hadn't done anything for his desperation, if anything it seemed like it had changed it instead, balled it up into a more feral thing that was begging him again. Anything, anything. Noctis planned to do everything, thank you very much.]
Here, get up on your knees for a second, help me--
[With some maneuvering, he managed to peel off the soaked-through briefs and kick them and his pants off to the bottom of the bed. They joined the tangle of blankets there, all destined to be washed until they stopped smelling like heat, lube and cum. Prompto fell back into his arms so easily, his body pressed against Noctis' as closely as possible. Noctis could feel Prompto's arousal, already hard again as their hips rutted together in lazy circles. Their mouths pressed together, exploring each other in messy kiss after messy kiss, more tongue and teeth than anything else.
Noctis let his hands fall onto Prompto's ass, squeezing over it. Prompto was wonderfully reactive. Every little movement Noct made earned him something back-- clapping his hand down hard enough to make a sound got him a gasp into his open mouth. Squeezing got him Prompto's face buried down into his neck, murmuring near-nonsense and mouthing at Noct's scent glands. Letting his hand slip in, fingers exploring through the wet until he could feel the rim of Prompto's entrance. That got him hips jerking down, bringing glorious friction to his aching cock and a desperate whine. He steadied Prompto's movements with a heavy hand on the omega's back as he continued teasing him with slow circles and a light touch.]
You've made one hell of a mess already. [He can barely keep up a facade of light chiding. It trickles rougher and darker too easily.] Might have to clean you up a little. Turn around for me?
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Date: 2018-03-27 05:27 am (UTC)Prompto looked practically ashamed of himself. Noctis trailed his fingers through the mess of cum spattered across his stomach. Untouched, from just a little grinding? The poor thing really was desperate. His face was bright red, and his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath as he came down from the sudden orgasm. It hadn't done anything for his desperation, if anything it seemed like it had changed it instead, balled it up into a more feral thing that was begging him again. Anything, anything. Noctis planned to do everything, thank you very much.]
Here, get up on your knees for a second, help me--
[With some maneuvering, he managed to peel off the soaked-through briefs and kick them and his pants off to the bottom of the bed. They joined the tangle of blankets there, all destined to be washed until they stopped smelling like heat, lube and cum. Prompto fell back into his arms so easily, his body pressed against Noctis' as closely as possible. Noctis could feel Prompto's arousal, already hard again as their hips rutted together in lazy circles. Their mouths pressed together, exploring each other in messy kiss after messy kiss, more tongue and teeth than anything else.
Noctis let his hands fall onto Prompto's ass, squeezing over it. Prompto was wonderfully reactive. Every little movement Noct made earned him something back-- clapping his hand down hard enough to make a sound got him a gasp into his open mouth. Squeezing got him Prompto's face buried down into his neck, murmuring near-nonsense and mouthing at Noct's scent glands. Letting his hand slip in, fingers exploring through the wet until he could feel the rim of Prompto's entrance. That got him hips jerking down, bringing glorious friction to his aching cock and a desperate whine. He steadied Prompto's movements with a heavy hand on the omega's back as he continued teasing him with slow circles and a light touch.]
You've made one hell of a mess already. [He can barely keep up a facade of light chiding. It trickles rougher and darker too easily.] Might have to clean you up a little. Turn around for me?