[There's something in the way their bodies fit perfectly together like this that Noctis loves. He'd never been one to really consider fate anythibg beyond random chance assigned meaning, but there was something about Prompto that made him really wonder if he'd always been meant to find this boy. Maybe their lives had intertwined by design, and that's why his head was spinning every time he heard his name in that sweet voice.
It was incredible seeing Prompto's usual quirks and habits translated into this intimacy. He'd always been a little shy, hard to compliment without blushing and trying to fold away. But like this-- All it took was a little whisper, and Prompto would respond. Suddenly desperate to prove how much he deserved the praise. Oh, that was dangerous. Noctis could get used to that. Felt the heat flare in his stomach at the thought of seeing just how much Prompto would obey. For now, though, he'd be content pressing his weight over Prompto's body, and keep whispering those niceties into his ear.]
Feels amazing. So good, you're doing so good.
[It was getting harder and harder to keep putting words together. Clenched now inside Prompto like this, it was hard to focus on much outside the throbbing pressure of his knot. Prompto was falling apart beneath him, some of the frenzy rising from his heat coming back into his voice and motions. Obviously he'd managed to work himself into a good position, if the precome newly drying on his stomach was any indication, if the steady squeezing around him was anything to go by. Noctis let his weight carry him through the barest bit of motion. Just enough to keep his knot moving, rubbing down to keep the sensation fresh.]
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It was incredible seeing Prompto's usual quirks and habits translated into this intimacy. He'd always been a little shy, hard to compliment without blushing and trying to fold away. But like this-- All it took was a little whisper, and Prompto would respond. Suddenly desperate to prove how much he deserved the praise. Oh, that was dangerous. Noctis could get used to that. Felt the heat flare in his stomach at the thought of seeing just how much Prompto would obey. For now, though, he'd be content pressing his weight over Prompto's body, and keep whispering those niceties into his ear.]
Feels amazing. So good, you're doing so good.
[It was getting harder and harder to keep putting words together. Clenched now inside Prompto like this, it was hard to focus on much outside the throbbing pressure of his knot. Prompto was falling apart beneath him, some of the frenzy rising from his heat coming back into his voice and motions. Obviously he'd managed to work himself into a good position, if the precome newly drying on his stomach was any indication, if the steady squeezing around him was anything to go by. Noctis let his weight carry him through the barest bit of motion. Just enough to keep his knot moving, rubbing down to keep the sensation fresh.]
S'almost full. You like it? Your first knot?