[It's perfect. Prompto crying like that, begging out Noctis' name. There's too much slick to swallow, but Noct is content to let it run down his neck. He clenched around Noct's fingers and tongue, and that was going to feel so good once it was his knot this boy's perfect body was milking like that. It was hard not to let himself get pulled into Prompto's pleasure completely-- just keep lapping at his slick, nipping at his thighs and pushing his fingers in. There was something so hypnotic about pulling pleasure out of this body. Those shaking hands and unsure licks on his cock weren't exactly pleasure, they'd drive him insane under any other circumstance, but here they were the perfect reward.
Prompto snapped his hips back, pushing through the end of his orgasm immediately. Babbling words poured from his mouth, nothing but chanted begging. This insatiable-- Noctis obliged, twisting his fingers deeper and pushing in a third. It was a tighter fit, but Prompto was willing enough, wet enough, that it didn't take much at all before Noctis was wondering exactly how far he could push this, how much this boy could really take.
Next time, though. There would absolutely be a next time, Noctis could hear that in Prompto's voice. Could feel it screaming in his every instinct.]
Think you're ready?
[It's a question, a comment and a jabbing tease rolled into one. The discomfort of his wrist at such an awkward angle, the weight of Prompto on his chest, and the building urgency of his own need were finally trickling through into reality. He pulled his fingers free, groaning a little at the pulse of slick that followed them. Slapping his hand against Prompto's thigh, he urged him up and around until he managed to find some upward momentum as well. Noctis sat up, propping himself against the pillows. It had to be one hell of a lewd image, his legs spread wide for the sake of his swollen erection and chest covered in evidence of the omega's pleasure. He let his head fall back as he wrapped a hand around himself, pumped up into the grip. Fuck, Prompto had him hard, and had coaxed a surprising amount of fullness to his knot already. He could still get his fingers around it but compared to the boy's slender fingers it was probably already more than he was used to.
Good.]
You did good, you're doing so good. [He tugged Prompto closer, immediately pressed in to bite at his scent gland again. It couldn't compare to the heady taste of Prompto's slick, still hot from his body, but the intoxication was there.] Keep being good for me? Wanna get this inside you.
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Date: 2018-04-04 05:15 pm (UTC)Prompto snapped his hips back, pushing through the end of his orgasm immediately. Babbling words poured from his mouth, nothing but chanted begging. This insatiable-- Noctis obliged, twisting his fingers deeper and pushing in a third. It was a tighter fit, but Prompto was willing enough, wet enough, that it didn't take much at all before Noctis was wondering exactly how far he could push this, how much this boy could really take.
Next time, though. There would absolutely be a next time, Noctis could hear that in Prompto's voice. Could feel it screaming in his every instinct.]
Think you're ready?
[It's a question, a comment and a jabbing tease rolled into one. The discomfort of his wrist at such an awkward angle, the weight of Prompto on his chest, and the building urgency of his own need were finally trickling through into reality. He pulled his fingers free, groaning a little at the pulse of slick that followed them. Slapping his hand against Prompto's thigh, he urged him up and around until he managed to find some upward momentum as well. Noctis sat up, propping himself against the pillows. It had to be one hell of a lewd image, his legs spread wide for the sake of his swollen erection and chest covered in evidence of the omega's pleasure. He let his head fall back as he wrapped a hand around himself, pumped up into the grip. Fuck, Prompto had him hard, and had coaxed a surprising amount of fullness to his knot already. He could still get his fingers around it but compared to the boy's slender fingers it was probably already more than he was used to.
Good.]
You did good, you're doing so good. [He tugged Prompto closer, immediately pressed in to bite at his scent gland again. It couldn't compare to the heady taste of Prompto's slick, still hot from his body, but the intoxication was there.] Keep being good for me? Wanna get this inside you.