[ The moment that Noctis actually manages to wriggle out of his pants and ruined-wet underwear (which is honestly a somewhat impressive feat in and of itself, considering that Prompto is only barely able to lift himself up, even on his slender-but-strong runner's legs), a wave of the alpha's scent manages to break through the thick layers of his own, swirling up into his senses and making his head spin deliriously. Prompto's head tips briefly back in silent near-ecstasy; the way that thick musk fills his lungs and clings to his tongue makes the rest of his body burn for it, to be absolutely coated and filled and enveloped in it. He has mixed feelings about his own scent, but curled together with his alpha's... oh he could get addicted to that.
Something goes slack inside of him once he's breath comes back, and Noct is there to catch him and pull him closer over his body and hold him there as he collapses forward. His panting-open mouth is taken advantage of almost immediately, Noctis leaning up and licking between his lips, teasing and coaxing Prompto into chasing his tongue, and the boy barely has enough focus to do so-- before even that is blown apart by Noct shifting his hips, softly grinding up against him.
He hadn't really... gotten a good look, once those pants had been shucked off, but oh, oh, oh he can feel it, the size, the girth, the heat of Noctis' cock pressed up against his. And when he shifts like that-- Prompto cries out a little into the alpha's mouth, pressing harder against him as pleasure twists in his gut, deeper, deeper. It makes Noctis' lips quirk a little, a sort of dark amusement that makes a hot flush of embarrassment rush up into Prompto's face; the disparity in their experience couldn't be clearer, and it feels a little wrong to be getting off on it this hard, but... well. Noctis certainly doesn't seem to mind either, going by the suddenly-wandering hands-- Prompto loses track of his rhythm entirely as they curl around the soft curve of his ass, digging greedily in. All he can do is react to the sensations as they happen, unable to follow or predict a thing; his hips jolt as Noctis cracks a hand down over the soft flesh, leaving a hot mark behind, as he squeezes hard, as he (finally, finally) slips his fingers into the veritable pool of slick gathering and almost pouring from his body.
He's going to beg. He's going to beg he's absolutely going to beg if Noctis doesn't stop teasing him like his. The slow, almost idle circles being rubbed around the (still slightly puffy and stretched from the hours of desperate masturbation) rim of his entrance are sending sparks snapping all up and down through his body, tapping into some viciously desperate need that he'd honestly only scratched the surface of; he's on fire and oh gods he's going to burn away to ashes if Noct doesn't--
The low, throaty scolding draws a full-on moan from Prompto's lips, high and muffled into the side of Noctis' neck, an aching-hot shudder dragging another little ooze of fluid out of him to coat Noctis' teasing fingers. (Fuck, he shouldn't like that so much. He shouldn't be having any of the mental images he's having right now.) But that request (command?)--
Prompto lifts his head, eyes hazed with desperate lust and confusion as he tries to parse it. Turn around? What-- is... is he...? Noctis is smirking a little, licking his lips suggestively, and the idea finally connects-- and Prompto's face gets redder and redder as the seconds pass. He's... he's seen this in porn, of course, but he's never translated that to his own body, and... and... oh. Noct... wants to...? ]
A-are you... [ He's not sure if he's about to ask if Noctis is serious or if he's sure until the words are already out. ] Are you sure? You don't-- you don't have to--
[ Noctis scoffs a little and gives him a tug, urging him up, and Prompto's fairly certain he's about to die on the spot, radiating too hot, melting down, stomach jolting with so much helpless arousal that he's not sure he'll survive it. It's a challenge, getting his limbs to move how he wants them to (whether because he's too weak from lust or too shy is up for grabs), but he manages to slowly lever himself off of Noctis' body underneath him and turn around-- he starts to just lean forward there, staying next to his alpha, but Noctis clicks his tongue in faint, teasing reprimand again, closing a hand around the boy's ankle and giving him another pull. What-- he can't-- does he mean--?
Prompto whimpers a little, head dipping shyly down as he finally shifts again-- if he's got this whole idea wrong, it's not like Noct's going to throw him out or something, right? Shivering deeply, he lifts his leg up and... lowers it back down on the other side of his alpha's head, straddling him. ]
N-Noct, I... [ He's not even sure what he wants to say. ] I-I'm only gonna get messier, you know... [ ... And that wasn't exactly what he'd intended, either. Prompto shudders a little, cock hanging heavy and red and leaking, slick running down the insides of his thighs-- and he leans down, hot face pressed against Noctis' abdomen. ] ... Like... this?
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Date: 2018-03-29 03:06 am (UTC)Something goes slack inside of him once he's breath comes back, and Noct is there to catch him and pull him closer over his body and hold him there as he collapses forward. His panting-open mouth is taken advantage of almost immediately, Noctis leaning up and licking between his lips, teasing and coaxing Prompto into chasing his tongue, and the boy barely has enough focus to do so-- before even that is blown apart by Noct shifting his hips, softly grinding up against him.
He hadn't really... gotten a good look, once those pants had been shucked off, but oh, oh, oh he can feel it, the size, the girth, the heat of Noctis' cock pressed up against his. And when he shifts like that-- Prompto cries out a little into the alpha's mouth, pressing harder against him as pleasure twists in his gut, deeper, deeper. It makes Noctis' lips quirk a little, a sort of dark amusement that makes a hot flush of embarrassment rush up into Prompto's face; the disparity in their experience couldn't be clearer, and it feels a little wrong to be getting off on it this hard, but... well. Noctis certainly doesn't seem to mind either, going by the suddenly-wandering hands-- Prompto loses track of his rhythm entirely as they curl around the soft curve of his ass, digging greedily in. All he can do is react to the sensations as they happen, unable to follow or predict a thing; his hips jolt as Noctis cracks a hand down over the soft flesh, leaving a hot mark behind, as he squeezes hard, as he (finally, finally) slips his fingers into the veritable pool of slick gathering and almost pouring from his body.
He's going to beg. He's going to beg he's absolutely going to beg if Noctis doesn't stop teasing him like his. The slow, almost idle circles being rubbed around the (still slightly puffy and stretched from the hours of desperate masturbation) rim of his entrance are sending sparks snapping all up and down through his body, tapping into some viciously desperate need that he'd honestly only scratched the surface of; he's on fire and oh gods he's going to burn away to ashes if Noct doesn't--
The low, throaty scolding draws a full-on moan from Prompto's lips, high and muffled into the side of Noctis' neck, an aching-hot shudder dragging another little ooze of fluid out of him to coat Noctis' teasing fingers. (Fuck, he shouldn't like that so much. He shouldn't be having any of the mental images he's having right now.) But that request (command?)--
Prompto lifts his head, eyes hazed with desperate lust and confusion as he tries to parse it. Turn around? What-- is... is he...? Noctis is smirking a little, licking his lips suggestively, and the idea finally connects-- and Prompto's face gets redder and redder as the seconds pass. He's... he's seen this in porn, of course, but he's never translated that to his own body, and... and... oh. Noct... wants to...? ]
A-are you... [ He's not sure if he's about to ask if Noctis is serious or if he's sure until the words are already out. ] Are you sure? You don't-- you don't have to--
[ Noctis scoffs a little and gives him a tug, urging him up, and Prompto's fairly certain he's about to die on the spot, radiating too hot, melting down, stomach jolting with so much helpless arousal that he's not sure he'll survive it. It's a challenge, getting his limbs to move how he wants them to (whether because he's too weak from lust or too shy is up for grabs), but he manages to slowly lever himself off of Noctis' body underneath him and turn around-- he starts to just lean forward there, staying next to his alpha, but Noctis clicks his tongue in faint, teasing reprimand again, closing a hand around the boy's ankle and giving him another pull. What-- he can't-- does he mean--?
Prompto whimpers a little, head dipping shyly down as he finally shifts again-- if he's got this whole idea wrong, it's not like Noct's going to throw him out or something, right? Shivering deeply, he lifts his leg up and... lowers it back down on the other side of his alpha's head, straddling him. ]
N-Noct, I... [ He's not even sure what he wants to say. ] I-I'm only gonna get messier, you know... [ ... And that wasn't exactly what he'd intended, either. Prompto shudders a little, cock hanging heavy and red and leaking, slick running down the insides of his thighs-- and he leans down, hot face pressed against Noctis' abdomen. ] ... Like... this?