[It's almost impressive, given all the frantic impatience that had consumed Prompto up until this point. But Noctis could feel his thighs flex hard, and see his face screw up in concentration as Prompto lowered himself down slowly, slowly-- until it's like the strings have been cut. It's almost too tender a moment. Prompto collapsed into Noctis' arms made him seem so small. It brought out how delicate a thing he really was, pulled out every desire that Noctis had to gather him close. He'd never let this go.
Prompto's weight felt good pressing down against Noctis. The contractions of his body as it accepted the girth of Noctis' cock pushing further in was incredible. It was so absolutely tight, somehow. It had to hurt, it had to be too much, maybe this had to be a mistake-- Noctis felt his heart race, the churn of regret building on into itself and feeding his doubts. But, gods, that quiet voice broke through his anxieties so easily.
Please.
Prompto's voice was ragged, torn apart by his own neediness. Noctis loved that. The wave of new arousal washed over him, all his stresses pushed away by sensations of just want, need, the pulse beat driving in thick throbs through his groin urging him to push up into this omega. Give him the knot he was begging for. Ruin him completely.
Noctis rolled his hips up, just barely. Testing the reaction, letting Prompto adjust to the feeling.]
You sure you're ready?
[He pulled Prompto against his chest again, smoothed his hands down the smooth skin of Prompto's back. Murmured along with each of Prompto's whimpers and whines. They'd come to this point so quickly. Noctis wasn't unhappy they'd fallen into this together, tumbling past any resemblance of a normal relationship immediately into "Hello, I'm desperate for you to take my virginity." But it seemed like maybe they should finally take something slow. He shifted his hips again, setting a shallow rhythm.
It was tempting to ignore that reflex, admittedly. Push Prompto back instead, lift his legs up and push his knot in immediately instead. It was going to feel so good once it popped in-- He'd already imagined the moment in a million different fantasies. He shouldn't take advantage, though. But, really, his grip was already on those hips again. Thumbs dug hard into the soft skin there (he also hoped they'd leave a mark, changed his grip enough to let his nails dig in. Help his odds.) Held Prompto in place through harder strokes. He kept the rhythm as steady as he could, counted it against his omega's breath.]
Can't. Wait. Too long.
[There's a line waiting to be crossed. Noctis held his breath to keep it in check, as though that would stop anything at all. He could already feel Prompto's body starting to give in. Soften and stretch just enough to let him in further, deeper. It contrasted so perfectly to the pressure and the heat surrounding the rest of his shaft, Pulling and pulsing against him, he could feel exactly what clenching sensations were pulling which gasps from Prompto's lungs. Soon. Soon.]
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Date: 2018-04-08 06:31 am (UTC)Prompto's weight felt good pressing down against Noctis. The contractions of his body as it accepted the girth of Noctis' cock pushing further in was incredible. It was so absolutely tight, somehow. It had to hurt, it had to be too much, maybe this had to be a mistake-- Noctis felt his heart race, the churn of regret building on into itself and feeding his doubts. But, gods, that quiet voice broke through his anxieties so easily.
Please.
Prompto's voice was ragged, torn apart by his own neediness. Noctis loved that. The wave of new arousal washed over him, all his stresses pushed away by sensations of just want, need, the pulse beat driving in thick throbs through his groin urging him to push up into this omega. Give him the knot he was begging for. Ruin him completely.
Noctis rolled his hips up, just barely. Testing the reaction, letting Prompto adjust to the feeling.]
You sure you're ready?
[He pulled Prompto against his chest again, smoothed his hands down the smooth skin of Prompto's back. Murmured along with each of Prompto's whimpers and whines. They'd come to this point so quickly. Noctis wasn't unhappy they'd fallen into this together, tumbling past any resemblance of a normal relationship immediately into "Hello, I'm desperate for you to take my virginity." But it seemed like maybe they should finally take something slow. He shifted his hips again, setting a shallow rhythm.
It was tempting to ignore that reflex, admittedly. Push Prompto back instead, lift his legs up and push his knot in immediately instead. It was going to feel so good once it popped in-- He'd already imagined the moment in a million different fantasies. He shouldn't take advantage, though. But, really, his grip was already on those hips again. Thumbs dug hard into the soft skin there (he also hoped they'd leave a mark, changed his grip enough to let his nails dig in. Help his odds.) Held Prompto in place through harder strokes. He kept the rhythm as steady as he could, counted it against his omega's breath.]
Can't. Wait. Too long.
[There's a line waiting to be crossed. Noctis held his breath to keep it in check, as though that would stop anything at all. He could already feel Prompto's body starting to give in. Soften and stretch just enough to let him in further, deeper. It contrasted so perfectly to the pressure and the heat surrounding the rest of his shaft, Pulling and pulsing against him, he could feel exactly what clenching sensations were pulling which gasps from Prompto's lungs. Soon. Soon.]