[ Prompto is beginning to wonder whether his face is simply going to pop from having too much blood rushing up into it; even hiding it against the flat plane of Noctis' stomach (as though he'd be able to see him from this angle in the first place), it only burns redder, almost aching with heat and pressure as his hips hover just a few inches over Noct's. Everything on display. Much to the older man's pleasure, as it seems-- Prompto hears an all-too-satisfied hum from beneath him, and the soft, almost petting caress of fingers over his slick-streaked balls, idly tracing forward over the vein of his helplessly throbbing cock. He whimpers a little against Noctis' skin as the slow, faint flash of pleasure pulses outward from between his legs, lighting over his nerves and setting them on edge, clamoring for more. Gods, he can't tell if it's better or worse that he can't see the alpha's next move, that he has to rely purely on blind instinct-- which isn't all that keen, going by the way his hips wriggle slightly, unsure of where the next burst of sensation might come from.
His answer comes as Noctis slides his hands up onto his thighs and gives him a small, guiding tug into a better position. And that's all the warning he gets.
Before he's able to catch his breath or even prepare himself, there's sudden, warm, slick pressure against his entrance, a testing pass of Noctis' tongue. He would jump if not for the man's hands dug greedily into his thighs; jolts of pleasure streak up his spine, bowing it, making a little wail catch in his throat. Fuck, fuck, nothing he's ever done for himself could have prepared him for this kind of sensation, this hungry probing, like Noctis is trying to devour him drop by drop. His nerves track the slow meander down the inside of his thigh, the slow licks up sensitive skin leaving them shaking underneath his alpha's touch-- before he comes back again, pushing in deeper this time, enough that the soft scrape of Noctis' beard rubs up against his ass, sending another flurry of sparks up through his whole body.
He's panting too hard to keep his face buried; Prompto peeks up, eyes blurry and face scarlet red, lips parted and wet with a bit of utterly unnoticed drool as he tries to take in a deeper breath. Instead, he finds himself face to face (as it were) with the thick, blunt head of Noctis' cock, deep red and shiny with his own precum, a little pool of it spilling onto his belly. Prompto blinks a few times, clearing his vision and biting softly on his lip, the rumors certainly seem to ring true; he's big, bigger even than he'd expected, and oh, oh, the salt-musk scent of it, the thought of that girth filling him up so completely, rubbing deep into all the most secret, sensitive areas of his body--
Noctis' thumbs are poised at the rim of his ass, gently tugging him further open, and suddenly that tongue is impaling him. Prompto cries out, his hips snapping shamelessly down for more, more; it's teasing along the edge of something, the tight knot of pleasure in the pit of his stomach knitting tighter, glowing hotter, and fuck-- that cry tapers shakily down to a whimper, and he leans forward as best as he's able, some instinct deciding for him to return the favor somewhat. His shivering hands slide around the thick, throbbing base of it, and he lets his wet mouth part a little further-- to lean in and gently take the very tip of the head into it. (He's not... entirely sure what to do now that he's here, but he moans regardless, that musk flooding over his tongue and making his head spin, fuck, fuck--) ]
N-Noct... [ Parts with a soft, wet pop, just enough to whimper his alpha's name-- before that wicked tongue spears into him again and makes him jolt, crying out again. More. More. He leans back in, taking the head of Noct's cock between his lips again, sucking softly, letting his tongue dance in twitchy patterns over the hot skin, hands shakily stroking and squeezing around the girth of it. ]
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His answer comes as Noctis slides his hands up onto his thighs and gives him a small, guiding tug into a better position. And that's all the warning he gets.
Before he's able to catch his breath or even prepare himself, there's sudden, warm, slick pressure against his entrance, a testing pass of Noctis' tongue. He would jump if not for the man's hands dug greedily into his thighs; jolts of pleasure streak up his spine, bowing it, making a little wail catch in his throat. Fuck, fuck, nothing he's ever done for himself could have prepared him for this kind of sensation, this hungry probing, like Noctis is trying to devour him drop by drop. His nerves track the slow meander down the inside of his thigh, the slow licks up sensitive skin leaving them shaking underneath his alpha's touch-- before he comes back again, pushing in deeper this time, enough that the soft scrape of Noctis' beard rubs up against his ass, sending another flurry of sparks up through his whole body.
He's panting too hard to keep his face buried; Prompto peeks up, eyes blurry and face scarlet red, lips parted and wet with a bit of utterly unnoticed drool as he tries to take in a deeper breath. Instead, he finds himself face to face (as it were) with the thick, blunt head of Noctis' cock, deep red and shiny with his own precum, a little pool of it spilling onto his belly. Prompto blinks a few times, clearing his vision and biting softly on his lip, the rumors certainly seem to ring true; he's big, bigger even than he'd expected, and oh, oh, the salt-musk scent of it, the thought of that girth filling him up so completely, rubbing deep into all the most secret, sensitive areas of his body--
Noctis' thumbs are poised at the rim of his ass, gently tugging him further open, and suddenly that tongue is impaling him. Prompto cries out, his hips snapping shamelessly down for more, more; it's teasing along the edge of something, the tight knot of pleasure in the pit of his stomach knitting tighter, glowing hotter, and fuck-- that cry tapers shakily down to a whimper, and he leans forward as best as he's able, some instinct deciding for him to return the favor somewhat. His shivering hands slide around the thick, throbbing base of it, and he lets his wet mouth part a little further-- to lean in and gently take the very tip of the head into it. (He's not... entirely sure what to do now that he's here, but he moans regardless, that musk flooding over his tongue and making his head spin, fuck, fuck--) ]
N-Noct... [ Parts with a soft, wet pop, just enough to whimper his alpha's name-- before that wicked tongue spears into him again and makes him jolt, crying out again. More. More. He leans back in, taking the head of Noct's cock between his lips again, sucking softly, letting his tongue dance in twitchy patterns over the hot skin, hands shakily stroking and squeezing around the girth of it. ]