[It's undeniable that Prompto looks good where he is-- perched over Noctis' hips, looking practically pleased with himself. But once he starts to move-- so unsure of himself for just a single moment before that perfect enthusiasm has him grinding down deliciously-- it steals Noctis' breath. He tightened his grip, feeling Prompto's legs working to move them together. The way they trembled, like they were barely holding him up echoed the gasp in his breath. He let Prompto lead all their motion for a moment. This was his heat, after all. They were here, embroiled in this, to satisfy the desperate needs of his body, weren't they? And Noctis enjoyed it. Prompto's hands rested on his stomach so casually, but he'd seen the way Prompto bit his lips and traced his eyes along the definition of Noctis' abs. It felt good being appreciated. Admired.
Their confessions had reforged this somehow. Something hotter had built around Prompto, concentrating his passion from the desperate, aimless thing it had been when Noctis first arrived into a focused shape. Words spilled easily from him now, instead of the shy whimpers and whines. Noctis wanted this. Wanted to keep this. Wanted to show this off. There it was again, though, that diaphanous notion of responsibility choking him off again. Every intention he had of making Prompto a part of his life coming with a surge of can't, shouldn't.
He forced that hesitance back down, pushing his hips up to meet Prompto's grinding instead. None of that mattered. Not with Prompto chanting his love like that. ]
Think you can take more? Gonna find out.
[It's too easy to grin, let the mood sway back into their light hearted teasing. Prompto's set the rhythm, but Noct has the physical advantage here-- he picks it up, just a little faster. More fun if he got to see Prompto bounce a little. It was probably for the best that Prompto stay on top, honestly. The further Noctis let himself sink into the drunken haze of alpha satisfying an omega's heat, the more he wantes to bear down. Put Prompto on his knees, face pressed to the mattress.
He'd beg for it then, wouldn’t he? So pretty, so good. What a good omega. Somewhere in his distraction Noctis had started mumbling his praise out loud. He was losing track, really, of the lines between fantasy and reality. But Prompto deserved to hear it-- He'd taken his first knot so well. Look at how much he'd come. Could he feel it? How much he'd milked out of. Noctis already? There was more, more.
Noctis shuddered through a weak pulse of orgasm. Just at enough to keep every nerve of his body surging with electricity. He could smell it now, traces of his own release leaking free with Prompto’s slick. The idea that he was completely filling this boy up? Gods, it was something he'd gladly do again and again.
He reached up, toying with Prompto's nipples a moment before smoothing his hands down the boy's sides, following the soft flow of freckles down that pale skin. He pet his way back up again, letting his palms curve over as much skin as he could caress. ]
[ Everything's still moving a little languidly in Prompto's head, thick and slow and sweet even through the cacophony of sensation in the rest of his body-- as such, Noctis' tease takes a second longer to connect than the action behind it. Those strong hands curl tighter around his hips, and suddenly Noctis is lifting up, grinding back into him as Prompto pushes down, and oh, oh-- gods, the pulse of heat from that shift nearly knocks his breath away. He's so deep. He's so deep. ]
I-- I can-- more-- let me show you--
[ It's completely nonsensical babbling, words that cut off with a high little cry as those hands pull, and Noctis hips draw back, pump up, slowly dragging him into a steadier rhythm. Prompto's thighs are burning, quivering, hips shaking as he tries to find the beat-- until something clicks and they're moving in perfect tandem; faster, harder. Prompto's head snaps back, mouth open but soundless as his body jolts, bouncing against Noctis' hips. Each slap together is audible, and the tug of that knot against his stretched-wide entrance on each pull outward-- the deeper plunge of it, rubbing up against that swollen-hot spot inside of him--
He rolls forward slightly as his breath staggers back into his lungs, letting out a long and shuddering whine. His hands splay harder against Noctis' abdomen just as a desperate hold to keep his balance as their bodies bound and rebound, hair falling across his face and breasts jolting up and down with each thrust. Fuck, it's so much. Pleasure pounds through him on each heavy bottom-out, so hot and deep it has his legs twitching in against Noctis' waist-- and fuck, he can feel all the churning inside of him, the absolute saturation of his own wetness and Noctis' cum, crashing somewhere deep like waves against walls. He's so full. And-- oh, gods, his insides clench down in a shuddering wave of arousal as his alpha's voice purrs across his ears, half-drunk praise tumbling from his lips like he doesn't even know he's saying it. What a good boy he is. How pretty, how nicely he's taking this knot, all this cum. How he knows Prompto can take a little more, a little more.
Vaguely, Prompto's aware that he's practically drooling, overwhelmed, panting and nodding desperately along. Gods, if Noctis wanted Prompto begging-- ]
More-- Noct, please, give me more, I'll take every drop of it, please, please--
[ Once again, his voice is cracked by a little sob of sensation as the rhythm stutters, as the alpha's cock twitches hard inside him, that knot pulses, that pressure deepening as Noctis fills him up even more. Noct is hissing a little bit, his fingers digging in harder as he shudders through his climax, and there's a pride there, in being the one taking him and everything he can give him. Red-faced and shivering, Prompto slips one hand back to curl around his own cock again, shoving his hips down and grinding in a heavy circle as he gives himself one good stroke-- and that's enough to take him apart again, the surge of his orgasm streaking up from his quivering thighs to the base of his skull along his arched spine, voice torn in a high cry as he streaks Noct's chest with his release again.
Fuck, fuck. Noctis' hands feel like bliss across his staticky nerves as his hips roll into a slower, shallower rhythm. ]
Fuck, Noct. [ He's almost crying from the pleasure of it all. ] I'm yours, always yours-- my alpha. Let me-- be so good for you, please, please.
[It isn't his choice when his pleasure spikes again, another deep orgasm that settles into his core before bursting out, an overwhelming thing. For as hard as it set his head spinning, the tension and release had him exhausted-- it was a blessing when Prompto kept them moving, ground himself down thicker and harder than they'd been moving before and. Ah. Prompto was falling apart again, stroking himself, panting and begging.
It really was the begging that did Noctis in. It crawled under his skin, igniting some possesive urge that was normally untapped. It's nearly satisfied by Prompto coming again, shivering and screaming Noct's name. Perfect, perfect. Noctis could feel the last tremors rolling through Prompto's body, feedback fed directly to his knot and answered back in it throbbing and twitching.
Prompto takes no time to recover. Just rolls them into a slower rhythm, keeping Noct's knot buried deep. Noctis likes the luxury of it, imagines what this would be like in his bed. Both of them surrounded in plush and silk, Prompto dressed in some form fitting and lace. So good for his alpha indeed.]
Making a mess, aren't you?
[Noctis dragged his fingers through the cooling remains of Prompto's cum on his stomach, then smeared lower to tease through the mixture of slick and his release collecting between them. It was sticky and hot, clinging to his skin. He rolled Prompto's sac in his palm, played with his softening cock. Let their motions push it into his grip. Gorgeous, he really was. Even like this, desperate and covered in sweat and cum. Especially like this.
There was some feeling boiling up, that he could almost call "guilt"-- that he had had some direct hand in this. That plenty of this filth was his, and there were a million more appropriate ways to deal with all of this. He could have waited. But he hadn't. Now he didn't have to.
He smeared his hand down Prompto's thigh, spreading the mess down the taunt, trembling muscles. There were some signs of exhaustion starting to break through the boy's frenzy but they disappeared below the surface just as fast. He was just so eager. So ready to please. To serve his alpha.
He tugged back, it had to be-- not done by any means, but spent enough. It was something he liked, he had to admit. Pulling out just a little too soon, showing off the thickness of his knot. Making whoever he was with feel it. Maybe he'd make Prompto do it himself one day, while they fucked like this. He'd look incredible, using those muscular legs to push himself up slowly, slowly, sobs catching in his chest. Gods.
Noct slammed back in, as flush as possible. He'd never run out of fantasies with this boy.]
Think it's come down enough. You want me to take it out, or you want one more?
[ He can't stop, he can't stop, he can't stop. It's almost impossible to differentiate all the sensations at this point-- everything from the waist down feels liquid, molten, swelling and rolling in languid waves of boiling heat from his thighs, up through his hips and the tangle of desire in the pit of his stomach, out through the length of his throbbing cock and back over itself again.
It's ecstasy. It's agony. He's utterly overstimulated and all he wants is more, more, greedily taking in everything Noctis is willing to give him. More of the glowing-hot pleasure of the constant rolling press against his prostate, more of the searing ache of being so stretched around that thick knot for so long. More of those dark blue eyes, pupils blown wide with lust, gazing so possessively up at him as he rides him. More of those guiding hands on his hips, holding his rhythm steady. More.
The lightly chiding tease about his mess makes a shudder run through Prompto's body that staggers the beat for a moment, the strings of his arousal given a strong twang that he can't quite parse. Something in Noct's tone, the faint edge of playful danger, oh gods how he wants to chase that, how his body responds-- he bites his lip a little, head hanging slightly as he almost shyly nods, rolling his hips a bit deeper against Noctis' lap-- and the fingers idling through the mess between them. (The flare of deeper sensation makes him whimper. Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, it doesn't matter--) ]
Can't-- help it-- [ Still, he can't help a small and breathless grin quirking his lips, one eye cracking open through strands of sweat-limp hair hanging across it. Overwhelmed or not, returning the tease just comes too naturally. Prompto licks across his lips, half instinct and half suggestive. ] Unless you... want me to clean it up?
[ The moment of boldness evaporates mere seconds later, as that slick-coated hand cups upward, gently caressing over his sac and folding around his helplessly twitching cock, the slow rock of their hips making him gently fuck into it. The direct touch-- his alpha's hand instead of his own-- Prompto's head lolls back and he strangles out a cry, the bolt of pleasure shooting up his spine sharp and electric. Fuck.
It's only amplified by the slow pull of Noctis' hips that follows, the stretch of his entrance around the base of the knot flaring hot and biting at the heels of his ecstasy, stealing his breath again-- before those strong hands tighten on his waist, and he slams them back together. The noise that manages to escape Prompto's throat is nothing short of a sob.
His head rolls forward again as though his neck has lost the ability to hold it upright any longer, hair falling back into his face as he shakes it, desperately panting. Not yet, not yet. ]
Please-- one more. One more-- just one more, I want it-- wanna be... good for you, take it all...
[There wasn't an answer Prompto could have given that wouldn't have brought the same wide grin to Noct's face, the same curling satisfaction. But he wants to be good, wants to take it all-- Noctis couldn't be happier to keep giving it to him. Especially with his generous offer to take care of the mess himself. It's hard to discern what's heat and what's enthusiastic virgin at this point, but Noctis throughly enjoyed it from either angle.]
Alright, stay still. Just let it--
[He pushed back against Prompto's motions, moving against them to urge them slower. Deeper. The rocking of his hips concentrating down into a tremble in his thighs. The threat of motion still there, but Noctis trusted Prompto, knew he'd understand. Knew how overwhelming it must be, holding back despite Noctis' knot throbbing against him, that uncontrollable pulse resonating against everything his heat was asking for. He rubbed his hands along Prompto's legs, offering some kind of comfort through this small torture he was putting the omega through.]
There you go. Nice and slow now, show me what a good omega you are.
[It takes almost too much effort to still his own movements there's so much instinct, reflex and finally-tapped need shivering through his nerves. There's plenty to distract him, though. A gorgeous fucked-out omega, for instance. It was a different Prompto then he was used to seeing, for sure. Everything shy and guarded was broken down completely, just blonde hair falling into his flushed face. Sweat shining on his chest. Pretty pink nipples standing out against pale skin, framed by nipples. Prompto's fingers clenched at nothing as he caught his breath.
Noctis brushed the hair off Prompto's forehead, and brushed his knuckle down his cheek. His freckles were so prominent now, his skin glowing from the exertion. Noctis teased his fingers through his hair, lingering at the ends and letting his fingertips just barely tease down Prompto's neck. It was probably unfair to do to an omega in this kind of situation. He could see how swollen the scent glands were -- but pressed his thumb against it anyway. Rubbed a little circle there. Didn't bother hiding the way he bit his lip or the little groan of approval at the scent.]
[ Stay still, stay still. The words have to replay a few times through Prompto's addled brain, even as Noctis' hands tighten on his hips, pulling him down from whatever rhythm he'd been managing to maintain. Slower, slower, until the full weight of his body is pressed down over the thickness of Noctis' knot, pushing it deep and holding it there, pressure white-hot and relentless-- stay still? Every instinct in his body is telling him to writhe.
There's a low-level pull of command to the motions, though, and that-- gods. That absolutely overrides any of those instincts, replacing it with this burning need to obey. With a shaking whimper, Prompto stills himself as much as he's able (save, of course, for the tremble in his thighs that he absolutely can't stop), head hanging further and hands raking up onto his alpha's chest, fingers clenching and unclenching aimlessly. His breath-- he's almost sobbing with the intensity of it, the desperate knot of his heat twisting in the pit of his stomach.
It feels like he's on the very edge of completely melting down. He can feel every single throb of Noctis' knot (gods it's so heavy, pressed so deep) up against his inner walls like a drumbeat, reverberating through his body and ricocheting back on itself until his entire body feels like a cacophony-- the heat, the helpless ache, scorching through his veins. It's agony.
That soft, almost sympathetic stroke along his quivering thighs makes something in Prompto's chest give out, something warm and liquid cresting up through his throat and stinging behind his eyes, his desperate panting giving an occasional hitch. Fuck, he's completely overwhelmed, with sensation and emotion both; he wants this, he wants it, wants it, and oh gods he adores this man. Knows, in his heart, that Noctis is truly his alpha, the only one who can take care of him like this, the only one who can ever touch him, fill him, satisfy him-- love him.
His head lifts just a fraction as Noctis coaxes him on, enough to gaze in near-worship through the sheaf of hair that had fallen into his face, eyes hazy and half-wet-- and a hand comes up to gently shift the veil of blonde back aside, curling affectionately down his cheek. Down his jaw. Down his neck--
Oh, fuck. The soft pressure against the gland there sends a flood of heat down through his body, crashing against the dense pit of heat between his legs-- and his scent, the sweetness of it suddenly boiling up in the back of his throat, spreading through his senses. Prompto chokes out a moan that just borders on a desperate keen, fingers scratching at Noct's chest and hips shoving down as hard as possible, just to feel the hard shift inside him. His cock, already more than half-hard again, jolts hard against his alpha's belly with the pulse of exquisite pleasure that runs through him. ]
Noct-- Noct-- [ Nice and slow. Just like his alpha wants. And he does so want to be good for him, doesn't he?
His hips barely move, really. Prompto faintly rocks back and forth, slowly, letting that knot roll in heavy circles right up against where he's most sensitive-- and gods, gods, he's almost sure this kind of pleasure is going to kill him, it's too intense, like a pulsar spinning in tighter and tighter rotations between his legs. Everything is tense with it, seizing tight around his alpha's waist and hips and cock, on the verge of breaking. ]
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Date: 2018-05-06 05:40 am (UTC)Their confessions had reforged this somehow. Something hotter had built around Prompto, concentrating his passion from the desperate, aimless thing it had been when Noctis first arrived into a focused shape. Words spilled easily from him now, instead of the shy whimpers and whines. Noctis wanted this. Wanted to keep this. Wanted to show this off. There it was again, though, that diaphanous notion of responsibility choking him off again. Every intention he had of making Prompto a part of his life coming with a surge of can't, shouldn't.
He forced that hesitance back down, pushing his hips up to meet Prompto's grinding instead. None of that mattered. Not with Prompto chanting his love like that. ]
Think you can take more? Gonna find out.
[It's too easy to grin, let the mood sway back into their light hearted teasing. Prompto's set the rhythm, but Noct has the physical advantage here-- he picks it up, just a little faster. More fun if he got to see Prompto bounce a little. It was probably for the best that Prompto stay on top, honestly. The further Noctis let himself sink into the drunken haze of alpha satisfying an omega's heat, the more he wantes to bear down. Put Prompto on his knees, face pressed to the mattress.
He'd beg for it then, wouldn’t he? So pretty, so good. What a good omega. Somewhere in his distraction Noctis had started mumbling his praise out loud. He was losing track, really, of the lines between fantasy and reality. But Prompto deserved to hear it-- He'd taken his first knot so well. Look at how much he'd come. Could he feel it? How much he'd milked out of. Noctis already? There was more, more.
Noctis shuddered through a weak pulse of orgasm. Just at enough to keep every nerve of his body surging with electricity. He could smell it now, traces of his own release leaking free with Prompto’s slick. The idea that he was completely filling this boy up? Gods, it was something he'd gladly do again and again.
He reached up, toying with Prompto's nipples a moment before smoothing his hands down the boy's sides, following the soft flow of freckles down that pale skin. He pet his way back up again, letting his palms curve over as much skin as he could caress. ]
So beautiful. My pretty omega.
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Date: 2018-05-08 03:18 am (UTC)I-- I can-- more-- let me show you--
[ It's completely nonsensical babbling, words that cut off with a high little cry as those hands pull, and Noctis hips draw back, pump up, slowly dragging him into a steadier rhythm. Prompto's thighs are burning, quivering, hips shaking as he tries to find the beat-- until something clicks and they're moving in perfect tandem; faster, harder. Prompto's head snaps back, mouth open but soundless as his body jolts, bouncing against Noctis' hips. Each slap together is audible, and the tug of that knot against his stretched-wide entrance on each pull outward-- the deeper plunge of it, rubbing up against that swollen-hot spot inside of him--
He rolls forward slightly as his breath staggers back into his lungs, letting out a long and shuddering whine. His hands splay harder against Noctis' abdomen just as a desperate hold to keep his balance as their bodies bound and rebound, hair falling across his face and breasts jolting up and down with each thrust. Fuck, it's so much. Pleasure pounds through him on each heavy bottom-out, so hot and deep it has his legs twitching in against Noctis' waist-- and fuck, he can feel all the churning inside of him, the absolute saturation of his own wetness and Noctis' cum, crashing somewhere deep like waves against walls. He's so full. And-- oh, gods, his insides clench down in a shuddering wave of arousal as his alpha's voice purrs across his ears, half-drunk praise tumbling from his lips like he doesn't even know he's saying it. What a good boy he is. How pretty, how nicely he's taking this knot, all this cum. How he knows Prompto can take a little more, a little more.
Vaguely, Prompto's aware that he's practically drooling, overwhelmed, panting and nodding desperately along. Gods, if Noctis wanted Prompto begging-- ]
More-- Noct, please, give me more, I'll take every drop of it, please, please--
[ Once again, his voice is cracked by a little sob of sensation as the rhythm stutters, as the alpha's cock twitches hard inside him, that knot pulses, that pressure deepening as Noctis fills him up even more. Noct is hissing a little bit, his fingers digging in harder as he shudders through his climax, and there's a pride there, in being the one taking him and everything he can give him. Red-faced and shivering, Prompto slips one hand back to curl around his own cock again, shoving his hips down and grinding in a heavy circle as he gives himself one good stroke-- and that's enough to take him apart again, the surge of his orgasm streaking up from his quivering thighs to the base of his skull along his arched spine, voice torn in a high cry as he streaks Noct's chest with his release again.
Fuck, fuck. Noctis' hands feel like bliss across his staticky nerves as his hips roll into a slower, shallower rhythm. ]
Fuck, Noct. [ He's almost crying from the pleasure of it all. ] I'm yours, always yours-- my alpha. Let me-- be so good for you, please, please.
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Date: 2018-05-23 03:10 pm (UTC)It really was the begging that did Noctis in. It crawled under his skin, igniting some possesive urge that was normally untapped. It's nearly satisfied by Prompto coming again, shivering and screaming Noct's name. Perfect, perfect. Noctis could feel the last tremors rolling through Prompto's body, feedback fed directly to his knot and answered back in it throbbing and twitching.
Prompto takes no time to recover. Just rolls them into a slower rhythm, keeping Noct's knot buried deep. Noctis likes the luxury of it, imagines what this would be like in his bed. Both of them surrounded in plush and silk, Prompto dressed in some form fitting and lace. So good for his alpha indeed.]
Making a mess, aren't you?
[Noctis dragged his fingers through the cooling remains of Prompto's cum on his stomach, then smeared lower to tease through the mixture of slick and his release collecting between them. It was sticky and hot, clinging to his skin. He rolled Prompto's sac in his palm, played with his softening cock. Let their motions push it into his grip. Gorgeous, he really was. Even like this, desperate and covered in sweat and cum. Especially like this.
There was some feeling boiling up, that he could almost call "guilt"-- that he had had some direct hand in this. That plenty of this filth was his, and there were a million more appropriate ways to deal with all of this. He could have waited. But he hadn't. Now he didn't have to.
He smeared his hand down Prompto's thigh, spreading the mess down the taunt, trembling muscles. There were some signs of exhaustion starting to break through the boy's frenzy but they disappeared below the surface just as fast. He was just so eager. So ready to please. To serve his alpha.
He tugged back, it had to be-- not done by any means, but spent enough. It was something he liked, he had to admit. Pulling out just a little too soon, showing off the thickness of his knot. Making whoever he was with feel it. Maybe he'd make Prompto do it himself one day, while they fucked like this. He'd look incredible, using those muscular legs to push himself up slowly, slowly, sobs catching in his chest. Gods.
Noct slammed back in, as flush as possible. He'd never run out of fantasies with this boy.]
Think it's come down enough. You want me to take it out, or you want one more?
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Date: 2018-05-26 05:04 am (UTC)It's ecstasy. It's agony. He's utterly overstimulated and all he wants is more, more, greedily taking in everything Noctis is willing to give him. More of the glowing-hot pleasure of the constant rolling press against his prostate, more of the searing ache of being so stretched around that thick knot for so long. More of those dark blue eyes, pupils blown wide with lust, gazing so possessively up at him as he rides him. More of those guiding hands on his hips, holding his rhythm steady. More.
The lightly chiding tease about his mess makes a shudder run through Prompto's body that staggers the beat for a moment, the strings of his arousal given a strong twang that he can't quite parse. Something in Noct's tone, the faint edge of playful danger, oh gods how he wants to chase that, how his body responds-- he bites his lip a little, head hanging slightly as he almost shyly nods, rolling his hips a bit deeper against Noctis' lap-- and the fingers idling through the mess between them. (The flare of deeper sensation makes him whimper. Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, it doesn't matter--) ]
Can't-- help it-- [ Still, he can't help a small and breathless grin quirking his lips, one eye cracking open through strands of sweat-limp hair hanging across it. Overwhelmed or not, returning the tease just comes too naturally. Prompto licks across his lips, half instinct and half suggestive. ] Unless you... want me to clean it up?
[ The moment of boldness evaporates mere seconds later, as that slick-coated hand cups upward, gently caressing over his sac and folding around his helplessly twitching cock, the slow rock of their hips making him gently fuck into it. The direct touch-- his alpha's hand instead of his own-- Prompto's head lolls back and he strangles out a cry, the bolt of pleasure shooting up his spine sharp and electric. Fuck.
It's only amplified by the slow pull of Noctis' hips that follows, the stretch of his entrance around the base of the knot flaring hot and biting at the heels of his ecstasy, stealing his breath again-- before those strong hands tighten on his waist, and he slams them back together. The noise that manages to escape Prompto's throat is nothing short of a sob.
His head rolls forward again as though his neck has lost the ability to hold it upright any longer, hair falling back into his face as he shakes it, desperately panting. Not yet, not yet. ]
Please-- one more. One more-- just one more, I want it-- wanna be... good for you, take it all...
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Date: 2018-06-05 10:34 pm (UTC)Alright, stay still. Just let it--
[He pushed back against Prompto's motions, moving against them to urge them slower. Deeper. The rocking of his hips concentrating down into a tremble in his thighs. The threat of motion still there, but Noctis trusted Prompto, knew he'd understand. Knew how overwhelming it must be, holding back despite Noctis' knot throbbing against him, that uncontrollable pulse resonating against everything his heat was asking for. He rubbed his hands along Prompto's legs, offering some kind of comfort through this small torture he was putting the omega through.]
There you go. Nice and slow now, show me what a good omega you are.
[It takes almost too much effort to still his own movements there's so much instinct, reflex and finally-tapped need shivering through his nerves. There's plenty to distract him, though. A gorgeous fucked-out omega, for instance. It was a different Prompto then he was used to seeing, for sure. Everything shy and guarded was broken down completely, just blonde hair falling into his flushed face. Sweat shining on his chest. Pretty pink nipples standing out against pale skin, framed by nipples. Prompto's fingers clenched at nothing as he caught his breath.
Noctis brushed the hair off Prompto's forehead, and brushed his knuckle down his cheek. His freckles were so prominent now, his skin glowing from the exertion. Noctis teased his fingers through his hair, lingering at the ends and letting his fingertips just barely tease down Prompto's neck. It was probably unfair to do to an omega in this kind of situation. He could see how swollen the scent glands were -- but pressed his thumb against it anyway. Rubbed a little circle there. Didn't bother hiding the way he bit his lip or the little groan of approval at the scent.]
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Date: 2018-06-07 05:30 am (UTC)There's a low-level pull of command to the motions, though, and that-- gods. That absolutely overrides any of those instincts, replacing it with this burning need to obey. With a shaking whimper, Prompto stills himself as much as he's able (save, of course, for the tremble in his thighs that he absolutely can't stop), head hanging further and hands raking up onto his alpha's chest, fingers clenching and unclenching aimlessly. His breath-- he's almost sobbing with the intensity of it, the desperate knot of his heat twisting in the pit of his stomach.
It feels like he's on the very edge of completely melting down. He can feel every single throb of Noctis' knot (gods it's so heavy, pressed so deep) up against his inner walls like a drumbeat, reverberating through his body and ricocheting back on itself until his entire body feels like a cacophony-- the heat, the helpless ache, scorching through his veins. It's agony.
That soft, almost sympathetic stroke along his quivering thighs makes something in Prompto's chest give out, something warm and liquid cresting up through his throat and stinging behind his eyes, his desperate panting giving an occasional hitch. Fuck, he's completely overwhelmed, with sensation and emotion both; he wants this, he wants it, wants it, and oh gods he adores this man. Knows, in his heart, that Noctis is truly his alpha, the only one who can take care of him like this, the only one who can ever touch him, fill him, satisfy him-- love him.
His head lifts just a fraction as Noctis coaxes him on, enough to gaze in near-worship through the sheaf of hair that had fallen into his face, eyes hazy and half-wet-- and a hand comes up to gently shift the veil of blonde back aside, curling affectionately down his cheek. Down his jaw. Down his neck--
Oh, fuck. The soft pressure against the gland there sends a flood of heat down through his body, crashing against the dense pit of heat between his legs-- and his scent, the sweetness of it suddenly boiling up in the back of his throat, spreading through his senses. Prompto chokes out a moan that just borders on a desperate keen, fingers scratching at Noct's chest and hips shoving down as hard as possible, just to feel the hard shift inside him. His cock, already more than half-hard again, jolts hard against his alpha's belly with the pulse of exquisite pleasure that runs through him. ]
Noct-- Noct-- [ Nice and slow. Just like his alpha wants. And he does so want to be good for him, doesn't he?
His hips barely move, really. Prompto faintly rocks back and forth, slowly, letting that knot roll in heavy circles right up against where he's most sensitive-- and gods, gods, he's almost sure this kind of pleasure is going to kill him, it's too intense, like a pulsar spinning in tighter and tighter rotations between his legs. Everything is tense with it, seizing tight around his alpha's waist and hips and cock, on the verge of breaking. ]
Oh-- please Noct, I-- please--