[It takes a moment for Prompto to process Noctis' words, and another again before he squeaks out his protest. It's too much to keep his hands off this perfect omega, and Noctis can't resist tugging at those hips. Demonstrating what his words haven't managed to express.
Prompto moves like he's trying to push through water. His legs trembling, hands unsteady as he does his best to hold himself up in. Not quite the right place. That would work, of course. Noctis could roll over, prop himself up on his elbows and do everything he was promising. That wasn't exactly what he had in mind, though. He tries to form words, scolding and teasing in turn but only manages to click his tongue and wrap his fingers around Prompto's ankle.
That haze of list was setting in hard. They were getting closer and closer to the point of no return here. Noctis had already coaxed one orgasm out of this boy, barely touching him at all. He had every intention of pulling another from him like this. Prompto had already lifted his leg gently over Noctis. Prompto was so careful in his motions, unsure and scared. It fell in contrast to the shameless reflexes of his body. Noctis played his hand over Prompto's sack, lazily feeling the weight in his hands and smearing the slick that had dropped down it forwards across Prompto's cock. It was a promise, or an invitation. Noctis really didn't care which. His prize was in front of him, as soon as he dug his hands into Prompto’s thighs and tugged him down just enough to-- perfect.
He'd wasted enough time teasing. He pressed forward immediately, licking across Prompto's entrance. His slick was surprisingly sweet, heavy with all the flavors promised in his scent hanging in the air. Noctis savored it, let it drip down his chin before repeating the motion. He leaned back again, to work his way up Prompto's thigh chasing the drips and dried trails there. There was cum mingled in here, the bitter salt as much Prompto's as the rest. Perfect. He lingered again, coaxing Prompto further open and softer before setting to work on the other thigh. He'd intended to keep this slow. Maddening. Pull Prompto apart at the seams. How could he, though? This was too much for him instead. He pressed his thumbs in closer, tugging Prompto's ass open to let himself lick further in.]
Tastes good.
[As though Prompto would even be able to understand his words, mumbled as they are against his skin. Noct's tongue buried in his ass. It was incredible how soft Prompto was, how stretched out he'd gotten himself. Noctis would have to ask for a demonstration.]
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Prompto moves like he's trying to push through water. His legs trembling, hands unsteady as he does his best to hold himself up in. Not quite the right place. That would work, of course. Noctis could roll over, prop himself up on his elbows and do everything he was promising. That wasn't exactly what he had in mind, though. He tries to form words, scolding and teasing in turn but only manages to click his tongue and wrap his fingers around Prompto's ankle.
That haze of list was setting in hard. They were getting closer and closer to the point of no return here. Noctis had already coaxed one orgasm out of this boy, barely touching him at all. He had every intention of pulling another from him like this. Prompto had already lifted his leg gently over Noctis. Prompto was so careful in his motions, unsure and scared. It fell in contrast to the shameless reflexes of his body. Noctis played his hand over Prompto's sack, lazily feeling the weight in his hands and smearing the slick that had dropped down it forwards across Prompto's cock. It was a promise, or an invitation. Noctis really didn't care which. His prize was in front of him, as soon as he dug his hands into Prompto’s thighs and tugged him down just enough to-- perfect.
He'd wasted enough time teasing. He pressed forward immediately, licking across Prompto's entrance. His slick was surprisingly sweet, heavy with all the flavors promised in his scent hanging in the air. Noctis savored it, let it drip down his chin before repeating the motion. He leaned back again, to work his way up Prompto's thigh chasing the drips and dried trails there. There was cum mingled in here, the bitter salt as much Prompto's as the rest. Perfect. He lingered again, coaxing Prompto further open and softer before setting to work on the other thigh. He'd intended to keep this slow. Maddening. Pull Prompto apart at the seams. How could he, though? This was too much for him instead. He pressed his thumbs in closer, tugging Prompto's ass open to let himself lick further in.]
Tastes good.
[As though Prompto would even be able to understand his words, mumbled as they are against his skin. Noct's tongue buried in his ass. It was incredible how soft Prompto was, how stretched out he'd gotten himself. Noctis would have to ask for a demonstration.]