[ Fuck, he can... he can feel Noctis' knot starting to fill out in his hands in hot, hard throbs, little swells of pressure against his fingertips, and all Prompto can think of-- all he can think of is what this is going to feel like inside of him. How his body will stretch to accommodate it, the delicious burn of it, the utter fullness. And... Noctis filling him up in another way entirely; with each hard twitch between his fingers, another thick pulse of precome spreads out across Prompto's tongue, all bitter salt and tinged with the smoke-spice of his scent. (Oh, he's going to end up addicted to this taste, he just knows it.) The alpha is leaking almost steadily now, and gods, how much is there going to be when he...?
Any focus Prompto'd had scatters again when Noctis teases him, pulling back just enough to be heard, canting his hips so that the head of that cock pushes a little deeper into the boy's mouth, and he moans around it, eyes fluttering. Yes, yes to both, he wants this taste of Noctis' pleasure and he's impatient, he wants everything, he needs it-- more so again since the man had (cruelly, cruelly) stopped what he'd been doing, leaving behind a burn of need so strong that tears prick the corners of Prompto's eyes. Everything inside him is twisting up tight, making him shake, and he's so close to shamelessly begging for more--
As it turns out, he doesn't have to. Noctis licks into him again, a few probing little strokes almost more idle than not, like he's just considering what exactly to do next. (Or, potentially, clearing the way to do so, as it were-- Prompto is so heavily dripping with wet by now that it's got to be an absolute mess, and maybe that's a small part of why he's as red as he is, out to the tips of his ears.) He whines, helplessly-- his breath is too far lost to keep the rhythm, and Noctis' cock pops free from Prompto's mouth again as he gasps, lips reddened and wet and tethered by wilting strings of saliva and precome. ]
Please, Noct, please--
[ At this point, he's not entirely sure what he's begging for-- just more. More. Some relief from this molten heat boiling away at him; some release. His words, however, cut off in a desperate, frustrated cry as Noctis pulls back again-- and that cry becomes something higher and sweeter as a finger presses in instead, sinking in with absolutely no resistance at all. The second joins beside the first, and fuck, Noctis' fingers slip deeper than he could ever get his own, spread apart easier, stretching his still-soft rim gently outward. It burns, deliriously; a hot shudder runs up through his body and his hips give the tiniest, neediest sort of push back onto those impaling digits (more, more, please more) his head dropping back onto Noctis' abdomen again like he doesn't have the strength to hold it up any longer. Prompto pants against his skin, still making some attempt to stroke and squeeze appreciatively at his alpha's cock even as his rhythm staggers over and over, as Noctis--
--plunges his tongue back inside, between his stroking, scissoring fingers, licking deep against his inner walls. Prompto's gasps crack into moans, his thighs trembling around Noctis' head as the sensation swirls and overlaps, building back on itself higher and higher. ]
Noct, Noct, 'm gonna-- [ He barely manages to whimper it out before a crook of those fingers, a deeper roll of that tongue, drag all this feeling into itself at the very core of him-- and the tight coil of it breaks this time, pleasure surging over his nerves in shockingly strong waves. He wails through his climax, his neglected cock jerking and spilling again over Noctis' chest, and oh, oh there's so much slick pouring from him to the beat of his orgasm, muscles twitching and clenching in pulse after pulse.
And fuck, it's almost unbearable when it tapers off. Even before the last few little surges are through, Prompto's shakily rutting forward against Noctis' chest and back against his fingers, desperately seeking more stimulation, absolutely babbling.. ]
Please, please, please-- mn, I need-- please, more...! I can take it, I swear I can, please let me, I need more, Noct--
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Date: 2018-04-04 07:09 am (UTC)Any focus Prompto'd had scatters again when Noctis teases him, pulling back just enough to be heard, canting his hips so that the head of that cock pushes a little deeper into the boy's mouth, and he moans around it, eyes fluttering. Yes, yes to both, he wants this taste of Noctis' pleasure and he's impatient, he wants everything, he needs it-- more so again since the man had (cruelly, cruelly) stopped what he'd been doing, leaving behind a burn of need so strong that tears prick the corners of Prompto's eyes. Everything inside him is twisting up tight, making him shake, and he's so close to shamelessly begging for more--
As it turns out, he doesn't have to. Noctis licks into him again, a few probing little strokes almost more idle than not, like he's just considering what exactly to do next. (Or, potentially, clearing the way to do so, as it were-- Prompto is so heavily dripping with wet by now that it's got to be an absolute mess, and maybe that's a small part of why he's as red as he is, out to the tips of his ears.) He whines, helplessly-- his breath is too far lost to keep the rhythm, and Noctis' cock pops free from Prompto's mouth again as he gasps, lips reddened and wet and tethered by wilting strings of saliva and precome. ]
Please, Noct, please--
[ At this point, he's not entirely sure what he's begging for-- just more. More. Some relief from this molten heat boiling away at him; some release. His words, however, cut off in a desperate, frustrated cry as Noctis pulls back again-- and that cry becomes something higher and sweeter as a finger presses in instead, sinking in with absolutely no resistance at all. The second joins beside the first, and fuck, Noctis' fingers slip deeper than he could ever get his own, spread apart easier, stretching his still-soft rim gently outward. It burns, deliriously; a hot shudder runs up through his body and his hips give the tiniest, neediest sort of push back onto those impaling digits (more, more, please more) his head dropping back onto Noctis' abdomen again like he doesn't have the strength to hold it up any longer. Prompto pants against his skin, still making some attempt to stroke and squeeze appreciatively at his alpha's cock even as his rhythm staggers over and over, as Noctis--
--plunges his tongue back inside, between his stroking, scissoring fingers, licking deep against his inner walls. Prompto's gasps crack into moans, his thighs trembling around Noctis' head as the sensation swirls and overlaps, building back on itself higher and higher. ]
Noct, Noct, 'm gonna-- [ He barely manages to whimper it out before a crook of those fingers, a deeper roll of that tongue, drag all this feeling into itself at the very core of him-- and the tight coil of it breaks this time, pleasure surging over his nerves in shockingly strong waves. He wails through his climax, his neglected cock jerking and spilling again over Noctis' chest, and oh, oh there's so much slick pouring from him to the beat of his orgasm, muscles twitching and clenching in pulse after pulse.
And fuck, it's almost unbearable when it tapers off. Even before the last few little surges are through, Prompto's shakily rutting forward against Noctis' chest and back against his fingers, desperately seeking more stimulation, absolutely babbling.. ]
Please, please, please-- mn, I need-- please, more...! I can take it, I swear I can, please let me, I need more, Noct--