[ It's so much. It's so much. There's a long moment where Prompto is still but for the occasional trembles that run uncontrolled through his body, just adjusting to this thickness impaling him; the weight, the heat of it, so deep-- his inner walls clench down in the rhythm of his shivers, like his body is trying to pull Noctis deeper yet. Deeper, deeper, more, even through the half-pain burn-- as Noctis gently pulls him closer, something lurches in Prompto's chest and he clings in tighter, mouthing aimlessly at the side of the alpha's neck through his quiet whines.
Gods, he'd been dreaming of this moment, hadn't he. As much as he'd tried to tamp down his 'crush', as much as he'd tried to tell himself it was pointless, they couldn't, that Noctis wouldn't even want him-- underneath all of that, he'd hoped, hoped. Every fantasy had been tall and dark, every imagined kiss or bite against skin coupled with a soft scrape of beard, every murmured word warm and resonant in that particular honey-sweet way Noct's voice drops when he's teasing. And now--
Noctis gives the slightest little pump of his hips upward, just enough to test his knot at Prompto's entrance, enough to shift the throbbing shaft inside him, rubbing inward. Prompto's head snaps back with a gasp, the sensation ricocheting up his spine and back down between his legs like a lightning strike-- before his alpha gathers him back in again, asking if he's ready, comforting. Wordless, he lets out a desperate little cry, thighs quivering as he tries to grind his hips down with the faint strength that's left in him through the arousal; he's ready, he's more than ready, to be filled up completely and tied so intimately to this man he loves. (No point in denying that. Not anymore.)
Prompto manages to nod a little, and Noctis seems to take that as the go-ahead it's intended to be. Finally, finally, Noct starts gently moving in and out of him at a steadier rhythm-- short, wet little thrusts, each pushing just the tiniest bit deeper, stretching Prompto's entrance just the slightest bit more. And-- fuck. Prompto can feel the ridges of the head of Noct's cock gliding along his inner walls, pulling out just enough to barely press against that particularly sensitive spot inside him, and something in the flurry of sparks that each barely-there touch produces makes something inside of Prompto snap. A frantic sort of energy finds its way back into his limbs, enough to lean back a little for a better angle, enough to throw his legs out from under him to instead hook around Noctis' hips and cross at the ankles, enough to scrabble for purchase at Noctis' shoulders and shift his hips until--
There. One particular roll of his hips drags the blunt tip directly across his prostate, and Prompto nearly falls back completely, back arching sharply with a high, desperately hungry cry. Pleasure floods through him like a riptide, surging and sucking back to the focal point between his legs, a turbulent swirl swept up again and again with each perfectly-angled thrust. Vaguely, through the drowning waves, he hears Noctis groan, feels those strong fingers dig deeper into his hips (the little pinpoints of pain are deliciously anchoring, and there's no doubt that he'll bruise, which has some entirely too self-satisfied part of himself joyfully cheering), and-- those plunges are coming on rougher now, Noctis is bearing down on him further. Yes, yes. ]
Want it... want it...
[ It's a mindless chant, slurred with lust, barely coherent. Can't wait too long...? Gods, no more waiting, only more, more. With each tug on his hips, Prompto squeezes his legs around Noctis' waist, grinding his hips down deeper, and he can feel that knot trying to ease its way in-- almost-- and finally, Prompto's instincts get the better of him, and he pushes his full weight back against Noctis' hips, forcing the thickness past his entrance with a hard pop.
He lets out a strangled cry, almost a shriek. It's-- more than he'd expected, the pressure of that swelling knot splitting him further open and burning impossibly hot, throbbing with Noctis' racing heartbeat. Or is it his own? His chest is hitching, heaving for breath; overwhelmed tears gloss across his eyes, his strength gives out entirely. It's... euphoria. He feels incandescent. Claimed, in the deepest possible way.
Shaking, Prompto weakly reaches up for Noctis again, a deeply flushed, incredibly soft smile finding his lips. His alpha. His alpha, finally. ]
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Date: 2018-04-08 08:35 pm (UTC)Gods, he'd been dreaming of this moment, hadn't he. As much as he'd tried to tamp down his 'crush', as much as he'd tried to tell himself it was pointless, they couldn't, that Noctis wouldn't even want him-- underneath all of that, he'd hoped, hoped. Every fantasy had been tall and dark, every imagined kiss or bite against skin coupled with a soft scrape of beard, every murmured word warm and resonant in that particular honey-sweet way Noct's voice drops when he's teasing. And now--
Noctis gives the slightest little pump of his hips upward, just enough to test his knot at Prompto's entrance, enough to shift the throbbing shaft inside him, rubbing inward. Prompto's head snaps back with a gasp, the sensation ricocheting up his spine and back down between his legs like a lightning strike-- before his alpha gathers him back in again, asking if he's ready, comforting. Wordless, he lets out a desperate little cry, thighs quivering as he tries to grind his hips down with the faint strength that's left in him through the arousal; he's ready, he's more than ready, to be filled up completely and tied so intimately to this man he loves. (No point in denying that. Not anymore.)
Prompto manages to nod a little, and Noctis seems to take that as the go-ahead it's intended to be. Finally, finally, Noct starts gently moving in and out of him at a steadier rhythm-- short, wet little thrusts, each pushing just the tiniest bit deeper, stretching Prompto's entrance just the slightest bit more. And-- fuck. Prompto can feel the ridges of the head of Noct's cock gliding along his inner walls, pulling out just enough to barely press against that particularly sensitive spot inside him, and something in the flurry of sparks that each barely-there touch produces makes something inside of Prompto snap. A frantic sort of energy finds its way back into his limbs, enough to lean back a little for a better angle, enough to throw his legs out from under him to instead hook around Noctis' hips and cross at the ankles, enough to scrabble for purchase at Noctis' shoulders and shift his hips until--
There. One particular roll of his hips drags the blunt tip directly across his prostate, and Prompto nearly falls back completely, back arching sharply with a high, desperately hungry cry. Pleasure floods through him like a riptide, surging and sucking back to the focal point between his legs, a turbulent swirl swept up again and again with each perfectly-angled thrust. Vaguely, through the drowning waves, he hears Noctis groan, feels those strong fingers dig deeper into his hips (the little pinpoints of pain are deliciously anchoring, and there's no doubt that he'll bruise, which has some entirely too self-satisfied part of himself joyfully cheering), and-- those plunges are coming on rougher now, Noctis is bearing down on him further. Yes, yes. ]
Want it... want it...
[ It's a mindless chant, slurred with lust, barely coherent. Can't wait too long...? Gods, no more waiting, only more, more. With each tug on his hips, Prompto squeezes his legs around Noctis' waist, grinding his hips down deeper, and he can feel that knot trying to ease its way in-- almost-- and finally, Prompto's instincts get the better of him, and he pushes his full weight back against Noctis' hips, forcing the thickness past his entrance with a hard pop.
He lets out a strangled cry, almost a shriek. It's-- more than he'd expected, the pressure of that swelling knot splitting him further open and burning impossibly hot, throbbing with Noctis' racing heartbeat. Or is it his own? His chest is hitching, heaving for breath; overwhelmed tears gloss across his eyes, his strength gives out entirely. It's... euphoria. He feels incandescent. Claimed, in the deepest possible way.
Shaking, Prompto weakly reaches up for Noctis again, a deeply flushed, incredibly soft smile finding his lips. His alpha. His alpha, finally. ]
Finally... Noct...