[He can feel the tension slide out of Prompto’s body, even as every nerve of his body is engulfed in heat, pressure, wanting to take. This omega was finally his, the way he'd wanted him to be for so long now. He was good at this, moving his body against Noctis to chase his own pleasure. There was a smug pride there. This amazing boy was all his, would always be his. Those slender legs squeezed hard where they were hooked around Noct's waist and, really, who was he to resist that kind of momentum. He pulled into the motion, let Prompto rock them both through it.
There.
Noctis is surprised he doesn't come in that moment. It's intense, squeezing past that resistance to sink completely into the heat of Prompto's body. Prompto's voice cracking onto a scream cut through any of Noctis' better judgements, to ease the intensity of the moment with soft words and gentle touches. Instead he kept their hips pressed flush, kept himself as deep as possible. Made sure this omega could feel how utterly his he really was.
Prompto had collapsed almost completely backwards, but the way he'd hooked his legs over Noct's hips made it an easy adjustment. The way his chest rose and fell through his panting breathes, the tremble in his stomach as Noctis felt his body clench around the swelling intrusion of his knot. He was flushed, sweaty and absolutely beautiful. His pink cock was half-hard again, already. His fantasies had never managed to reach how perfect this moment would actually be. That soft voice, his hands reaching up to brush over Noctis' face. He was so soft, Noctis loved him--
He relaxed, let his hips shift back enough to lean down and let Prompto coax him through another kiss. He shifted his grip, pushing one of Prompto's legs up, out of his way enough to set a slow rhythm. Just enough to shift his knot against the pulsing clench of Prompto's body.]
You're perfect. You took it all, feel that?
[He tugged back, let Prompto feel the pull before grinding back in completely.]
C'mon, squeeze against it. Feel how big it's getting.
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There.
Noctis is surprised he doesn't come in that moment. It's intense, squeezing past that resistance to sink completely into the heat of Prompto's body. Prompto's voice cracking onto a scream cut through any of Noctis' better judgements, to ease the intensity of the moment with soft words and gentle touches. Instead he kept their hips pressed flush, kept himself as deep as possible. Made sure this omega could feel how utterly his he really was.
Prompto had collapsed almost completely backwards, but the way he'd hooked his legs over Noct's hips made it an easy adjustment. The way his chest rose and fell through his panting breathes, the tremble in his stomach as Noctis felt his body clench around the swelling intrusion of his knot. He was flushed, sweaty and absolutely beautiful. His pink cock was half-hard again, already. His fantasies had never managed to reach how perfect this moment would actually be. That soft voice, his hands reaching up to brush over Noctis' face. He was so soft, Noctis loved him--
He relaxed, let his hips shift back enough to lean down and let Prompto coax him through another kiss. He shifted his grip, pushing one of Prompto's legs up, out of his way enough to set a slow rhythm. Just enough to shift his knot against the pulsing clench of Prompto's body.]
You're perfect. You took it all, feel that?
[He tugged back, let Prompto feel the pull before grinding back in completely.]
C'mon, squeeze against it. Feel how big it's getting.