[It shouldn't be as satisfying as it is, simply fitting together like this. Everything Prompto is presses and blends into Noctis. Their scents were impossible to distinguish anymore as Noctis pulled Prompto down into a long kiss, tangling them together as though he could devour the boy completely. Especially when Prompto starts to move. Grinding down, spreading himself open and letting more of that delicious slick spread over Noctis. His knot throbbed in response, beating in time to his pulse.]
So good. You're gonna feel good--
[Noctis isn't sure who exactly he's reassuring with the echoed words, but he can appreciate the sensation of Prompto's mouth on his neck. The tremble of his thighs are a comfort enough as Noctis holds onto the boy's hips and pulls him into a harder rhythm. Oh, that's better-- for all the innocent appeal of Prompto's shy little touches, Noctis had only gotten hungrier. Finally, some real pressure, friction and heat. Finally.
May as well stop dragging this out. If Prompto wanted everything, wanted to feel.
He hefted Prompto up, pressed his against his chest to lift his ass up. He groped for his cock with a groan. Prompto had certainly gotten it slicked up well enough. The vague thought of condoms played across Noctis' mind, but they were too far gone for that, weren't they? He released his grip across Prompto's back, let his ease down as he guided the broad head of his cock in. One awkward false start and there--
Noctis expected some kind of revelation. He almost found it in the way Prompto's breath caught. Lost it again through the effort it took to resist forcing himself in completely, burying his knot in deep until Prompto forgot anything else existed.]
There you go. Okay? Take it nice and slow. Don't want to hurt you.
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So good. You're gonna feel good--
[Noctis isn't sure who exactly he's reassuring with the echoed words, but he can appreciate the sensation of Prompto's mouth on his neck. The tremble of his thighs are a comfort enough as Noctis holds onto the boy's hips and pulls him into a harder rhythm. Oh, that's better-- for all the innocent appeal of Prompto's shy little touches, Noctis had only gotten hungrier. Finally, some real pressure, friction and heat. Finally.
May as well stop dragging this out. If Prompto wanted everything, wanted to feel.
He hefted Prompto up, pressed his against his chest to lift his ass up. He groped for his cock with a groan. Prompto had certainly gotten it slicked up well enough. The vague thought of condoms played across Noctis' mind, but they were too far gone for that, weren't they? He released his grip across Prompto's back, let his ease down as he guided the broad head of his cock in. One awkward false start and there--
Noctis expected some kind of revelation. He almost found it in the way Prompto's breath caught. Lost it again through the effort it took to resist forcing himself in completely, burying his knot in deep until Prompto forgot anything else existed.]
There you go. Okay? Take it nice and slow. Don't want to hurt you.