[It's thrilling when the answer explodes out of Prompto-- given in words as much as it is in actions. Arching against the bed beneath him, fists clenched over his head as they clamored for anything to hold onto as Noctis filled him with all those sensations. Gave him everything he'd been begging for. Exactly like he'd wanted to the moment Prompto called him. This was something they'd both wanted, wasn't it?
It was a lot to put onto Prompto's shoulders, but Noctis was fairly sure this boy had saved him-- taken him from a life of just performing the role of who he was supposed to be into a place where he could feel like a person again. Feel worthwhile. Loved for the love he was giving out, instead of out of obligation.
To take that affection to this sort of physical apex was incredible. Everything he had and needed from Prompto translated into skin-on-skin sensation--
Prompto was beautiful. Stretched out like he was now, completely on display. Writhing from their connection. Noct's pride surged through his spine as he followed the stuttering rhythm of Prompto's hips, urging them deeper and harder. His strokes were short, limited by the thick pull of his knot against Prompto’s resistance. There was no separating their scents now, completely mixed, and fading into the background of the smell of just sex.]
S'yours anytime you want it. Almost full, almost.
[Noctis laughed, throaty and deep. Stop? Why would he ever stop? This was only their first time, he had so much more he could show Prompto, so many things he wanted to make him feel, every fantasy either of them had entertained was suddenly on the table--]
Not gonna stop, long as you don't.
[Gods, this boy's body. Shaken by each of Noctis' thrust, he reacted in gasps and whimpers. Clenched his legs tighter around Noct's back, clung white knuckles to the pillow behind him. Noctis barely noticed any of it, focused instead on Prompto's chest. Oh, perfect. Those little breasts, lightly sheened with sweat and bobbing along with with their motions. Noctis licked his lips, let his hands wander to cup around them. He ground his hips in deep, and leaned down, teasing at Prompto's nipples with the tip of his tongue.
He was close. So close. This wasn't the sort of distraction that was going to help him last any longer. He pinched a nipple between his teeth, and moved on, letting his tongue explore across salty skin until he buried his face is Prompto's neck. There, that's what he wanted. He sucked at nibbled at Prompto's scent gland, let it cloud over his senses again as he was enveloped down into everything this omega was. Instinct and reflex took over his motions as he let go, following through to climax.]
[ Every motion that Prompto makes seems to be countered by a matching one from Noctis, keeping that knot deep and slowly rolling back and forth inside him no matter how his hips twitch or shift, and gods, even his constant little moans and whines are becoming lost as he's knocked breathless. His imagination had paled, he'd had no sort of frame of reference for this sensation-- this aching pleasure, this burn, this utter fullness. Deeper, deeper with each nudge of the older man's hips forward, and gently tugging at the rim of his entrance with each light roll back; Prompto can't get accustomed to the feeling at all, every jolt of pleasure surges through him as though it's the first, drawn into the swirling heat between his legs.
Especially as even Noctis' rhythm starts to stutter. Gods, he can feel the way his alpha's cock is throbbing, twitching hard inside him (he's dripping, he's dripping; Noct's scent just keeps getting stronger and stronger--) the closer he drags towards his own climax. Any pattern that he'd been able to follow is blown to pieces; now there's no tracking the shifts and thrusts and deep rubs, rolling the thick knot up against Prompto's swollen-hot prostate, ecstasy flashing over his nerves like webs of lightning-- every bit as violent, every bit as unpredictable. Not gonna stop, the man teases, and oh that feels like a promise, and oh the absolute flood of fantasies that flash across his mind's eye, all seeming so deliciously possible now.
Prompto gasps, arching up-- directly into Noct's waiting hands as they clasp over the small swells of his breasts, tongue lightly pestering at the sensitive pink buds at their peaks (and fuck, fuck, he moans helplessly, trying to arch higher, press in closer, get more of that warm mouth). There are pleas on his lips that aren't quite making it into words. Please, please, please, under his breath, broken around cries as a particularly nice thread of pleasure twists between his legs, hotter and hotter and hotter--
Noctis' mouth is at the side of his neck, mouthing at his scent gland, scraping his teeth over sensitive flesh through shuddering growls and sharp sucks of air, and something in Prompto's chest gives way. He hadn't had any doubts about any of this, not really-- anything he'd been worried about had mostly been about how Noct would react to him, to such a young omega basically imprinting on him. He'd always been sure of his own feelings. He'd known that for some time. But this... oh. The hot flush in his face, all sex and exertion, is tinged with a certain amount of almost-shy adoration all of a sudden-- he throws his arms around Noctis' shoulders again, one hand digging shakily into his hair, holding him closer, closer. This feels-- like Noct is truly, fully claiming him as his. His omega. His.
The pace breaks again, as Noctis' hips bury forward sharply, pushing himself deep with almost savage groan of lustful pleasure, those hands raking down his form and digging hard into his thighs, and--
Fuck.
The hard jolts inside of him, the spreading warmth, pulse after pulse after pulse-- Noctis is coming (finally, finally), hard, and oh gods Prompto can feel how much he's spilling. Filling him. Marking. Claiming. Overflowing. And Prompto is utterly swept under his current.
It's too much. All that swirling, tightening heat between his legs, all this building pleasure, that pressure inside him deepening with each thick pulse of cum until he feels like he's going to burst-- gravity collapses in on itself, and Prompto goes nova. He helplessly bucks up against his alpha, back arching impossibly high, a near-scream pulling from his throat as each jerk of Noctis' cock is met with a shuddering clench around it, pleasure white-hot and blinding as it sears through him in waves. He decorates his own stomach (and chest, and a little bit Noctis' too) with hot strings of his own release, cock untouched and throbbing-hot, and nothing-- nothing has ever felt like this before, pounding, overwhelming.
(Vaguely, from somewhere completely outside himself, Prompto hears himself crying out his love, but it's nearly incoherent.) ]
[Finally, finally-- everything holding Noctis together shatters. It isn't anything he expects that finally drags him down. Between the friction and the heat, the taste of Prompto's skin and the pulsing squeezes around his knot he was desperately teetering on the edge. But once Prompto's shaky hands pull him close, those fingers tangling so softly into his hair-- all he can do is fall into it completely. This is his omega. So sweet, so perfect and, fuck. He slides his hands down every inch of freckle-spattered skin, just to take in what every inch of this boy felt like in the last moments before Noctis claimed him completely.
There's no holding back the thick groan, breaking into a low growl as his finger tips press into Prompto's thighs. Mark him, every inch of Noctis' mind singing with the instinct, he clenched his hands into the soft skin, willing bruises under his fingers, under his teeth. Everyone would know that this was his omega now--
The first pulse of his orgasm has him seeing stars. As hard as he jolts forward into Prompto, the motion is returned back again in his arching back and ruined voice echoing the dizzy rush pushing Noctis further from lucidity. Prompto's clenching around his knot is perfect, milks out the bursts of cum in synchronization with the last few pushes Noctis has in him. It's all he can do to stop himself from really marking this omega, barely holding together the clarity to unclamp his teeth from where he'd slammed them over his omega's scent gland before he managed to break the skin. That would be too much too soon, wouldn't it? He'd settle for this for now, locking the two of them together for this moment and filling up every unreachable part of him instead. He almost desperately mouths and licks at the bruised and dented skin as the next wave of the orgasm overwhelmed, and Prompto fell down into it with him, clenching harder, body wracked with tremors until Noctis could feel him coming as well.
Prompto. He was practically wailing, nonsense and pleading mixed into his gasping breaths. But somewhere inside it all, had he? Noctis couldn't be sure exactly what he'd heard, but let the words settle into a warm place in his heart, wrap around and pull him down from the frenzy.
He tugged his hips back, just to test. Couldn't budge. Gods, of course they'd fit together perfectly. He gathered Prompto up into his arms, pulled him upright again and into his lap, let him collapse forward against his chest to cling to his shoulders.]
There. Full now, got it full for you. Just for you.
[He's got to accept that he's babbling too, just enough out of his mind with pleasure and some selfish pride. This is his omega. He was his alpha now, his first alpha, the only alpha he'd ever know. Good. He nudged Prompto upright, and coaxed him into a soft kiss.]
[ There's too much to feel at once. Prompto's orgasm tapers off slowly, so slowly-- less dwindling away and more sinking back to a low simmer, his heartbeat pounding out pulses of heat through his entire body. Gods, or is it Noctis' pulse, the deep throbbing he can still feel in the core of his body where they're tied? Or the aching bruise over one scent gland that Noctis had bitten and sucked into the skin in the throes of his own climax (briefly, Prompto wonders if Noctis had actually marked him, but it doesn't... feel like it)-- or the absolute fullness of the alpha's release still trapped deep inside him? Everything is hot and aching so satisfyingly, his body limp and damp with a fine sheen of sweat, an absolute mess of fluid between his legs and down the insides of his thighs, the stretch of his inner walls around Noctis' swollen knot just bordering on pain, and it's delicious.
His own arousal, too, is less frantic. The burn of desperate need is something deeper now, something liquid, ebbing and flowing with his heavy breath. His heart--
A tiny moan escapes his throat as Noctis tugs his weak body up into his arms again, and he curls in against the man's broad chest, looping his arms around him and pulling as close as possible-- his hips shift, and the tug of the knot makes a little ember pop amongst the glowing coals of his pleasure (for him, for him, Noctis is murmuring against his ear as Prompto softly kisses and bites at a clavicle between soft and needy noises, this is his alpha giving him his knot). This-- oh. Having lost the frantic edge of needing release (for now), the low pulse of lust is more intimately tied through the sensation of being held so close, the feeling of another heartbeat against his own, the meandering lips and heat of skin. He could drown in this feeling, oh so willingly. It's bliss.
Noctis shifts his shoulder a bit, making Prompto lift his heavy head, pulling him in for a kiss-- and that only makes the warmth curling around in the pit of his stomach give a soft tug, a sweet sting of pleasure. Noctis is saying something...? It filters through Prompto's hazy mind without catching at first, leaving him to softly moan and nudge their mouths together again, and again. Did he mean... what? He can't remember. This warm swirl of lust isn't letting him think straight-- one hand slides down between them, gently closing around his already-again-half-hard cock, giving a faint stroke (and oh that feels-- it's not normally like this, pleasure so deep from such a small touch--).
Finally, however, it connects. He plays back over the last few minutes, hears himself crying out the exact three words he should most certainly have not said, not this early on-- a little flare of anxiety churns up in Prompto's heart (he doesn't sound angry or upset, he tells himself a little hectically, he doesn't sound off-put), turning his face red again in embarrassment. Well. It isn't as though Noctis can exactly run at the moment. He tips his head forward again against his alpha's shoulder. ]
[Oh. There's a shift once Prompto comes down from the rush, relaxing against Noctis. He's so clearly overwhelmed. Noctis' words don't even seem to connect, his question answered with wordless murmurs and sloppy kisses mouthed so-so softly against Noct's lips. He was so small, and Noctis wondered briefly if he was going to just fall apart in his arms like that, washed away by their combined lust.
There was so much trust there.
Noctis released his grip on Prompto's shoulders, despite his lack of confidence in the boy's ability to keep himself upright. He was rewarded with a quiet sigh, and another little kiss-- it was so easy to let go under these gentle ministrations. It felt like being worshipped. Noctis let his mouth open, Prompto licking inside. Fuck. He was some kind of lucky, wasn't he? This kind of oral fixation was something he could get into.
He could already feel Prompto's cock twitching back to full, pressing against his stomach when he leaned in for each kiss. There really was something impressive about heats, about being young, about just Prompto, wasn't there? Noctis cupped his hand around, just to feel, just to drag his fingers down that length and feel Prompto shudder again. The same shiver flowed from Prompto's arms down Noctis' spine, curling his toes from almost nothing. This omega. His omega.
Something in the tension doesn't let go until Prompto buries his head against Noct's shoulder again. And he's answering the question. Noctis feels it his throat, tight and burning as he tries to respond. All he can manage is a slow nod as he pulled Prompto in closer, hugging him against his chest. It seemed hard to believe. They'd have to talk about this, obviously. Without the distractions. Noct rubbed his thumb over the bruises he'd bitten into Prompto’s neck. Maybe they should have already talked, before it boiled over into this. It's easy at least to hold Prompto, wait for the emotions to settle back into place. Love. He'd meant it. Or at least thought he meant it, the doubt in Noctis' mind helpfully reminded. People said a lot of things, if you fucked them hard enough.
But it had never felt exactly like this before. Everyone else that had touched Noctis, anyone he'd given his knot to before-- there'd never been this kind of warmth. Noctis focused on relaxing, tried to stay in the moment he was in. Wouldn't be fair to Prompto to waste this tie over an identity crisis, right? He owed him an answer still, didn't he?]
Don't worry. [Not exactly what he meant to say. But it's easier to hesitate then to be honest. ] I do too. I love you.
[Prompto shifted in his lap, setting off a chain reaction of physical reminders. There's just enough change in sensation that Noctis growls back the urge to dig his teeth into that mark again. Something to counter the flutter of muscles around his knot, working to make sure he couldn’t completely forget how connected they really were in the moment.
He leaned back, relaxing against the pillows, and steadied his hands against Prompto's thighs again. His fingertips rested perfectly in the row of fresh bruises, gorgeous. He squeezed into them, urging Prompto to sit up.]
[ Prompto's not entirely sure how he'd expected Noctis to respond. It's silent just long enough for the little stir of anxiety in his chest to grow teeth (he shouldn't have said it, he shouldn't have admitted it, it's too soon, it's not what Noctis needs or even wants, what place does an omega not even out of school yet have in the life of a successful and rather well-to-do man and alpha?), but...
But Noct is holding his breath, the tension holding until Prompto feels something in him give way, like a dam springing a leak and letting off some of the pressure behind it. Noctis seems to melt in a little closer, the soft sweep of his hair brushing against Prompto's shoulder as he slowly nods a couple of times, and-- his arms, those deceptively strong arms curl gently around him and pull him closer. The breath that he'd released gets caught in Prompto's throat instead as he tries to parse it all through his heart's instinctive panic-- Noctis is too kind, of course, too gentle to push him away (figuratively... speaking... after all, it isn't like either one of them is going to be moving from here for a little while yet) after he'd accidentally allowed himself to be so vulnerable with his feelings (stupid, stupid), but he's dreading the "I'm flattered, but..." that he's absolutely sure has to be coming--
Instead: I do too. I love you.
The breath in Prompto's chest takes on a slightly painful, burning quality the longer he holds it. Or maybe it's the stinging behind his eyes that's doing it? He couldn't have heard that right. It's got to just be a flight of fancy his enamored heart is spinning for him (it's nothing he's ever really heard before, shown precious little love, from anyone), but... no, he heard it. Noctis... loves him. Noctis loves him.
He's softly biting at the side of Noct's neck again, mouthing aimlessly at the gland, surrounding himself in the alpha's scent and hugging closer yet (closer, closer, gods can they fuse into one inseparable being?), all as a distraction to keep the sudden crescendo of emotion in his chest from spilling out of him. He can't entirely stop the prick of tears (overwhelmed, in so many ways now), and breathing almost hurts, but a deeply sweet flush takes over his entire face, watery eyes half-lidding as a heart-deep smile finds his reddened lips. His alpha. His lover. Gods.
His breath sucks sharply back into his lungs as the position slowly shifts; even through all the sentiment, his body is responding, and oh, oh-- suddenly it's all back in the forefront, like a signal flare bursting to life in front of him. A small pivot of his hips, and Noctis' knot faintly rolls inside of him, reawakening all the nerves at his stretched-wide entrance and that spot that's been under almost constant pressure, just starting to swell and throb with his slow-burning arousal again--
A soft noise, somewhere between a moan and a surprised yelp, pulls from his lips as he spreads his legs out wider to compensate as Noctis leans back; Prompto keeps his balance with his knees pressed to the mattress on either side of the man's slender hips, his spine curving slightly to press him in as close as possible, and still, the slight tug of that knot against his rim-- gods, the pressure. His cock jerks again, almost fully hard now, but-- for the time being, he leaves it alone. It's too delicious like this, having every ounce of the pleasure he feels pulled from Noctis alone: his hands, his mouth, his thick cock buried so deep inside of him. Prompto's head tips back with a shaky inhale as those pinpoints of dull pain along his thighs drag him back into his body, tether him there, as Noctis' fingers press into the bruises perfectly cut out for them there. ]
N-- not done. No way.
[ He can't help the way his smile turns into a breathless little grin in lieu of the teasing, the lightening of the mood-- and his hands crest over the smooth skin of Noctis' shoulders, slide full-palmed down his chest to rest at the faint outline of muscle at his abdomen, half-admiration-half-steadying. Not done, not done-- the lower simmer of his arousal is boiling up again, hotter and hotter, despite the loss of the initial edge of desperation. It's sweeter now. Deeper.
--Though, he still doesn't have the most practical experience in this, and perhaps now some of the red gracing his features is the shyness of inexperience, but Prompto is nothing if not bold. Taking a slow, shivering breath (and feeling his whole body shiver in time with it), he slowly rolls his hips, grinding down against Noctis' lap, shifting himself around the knot so fully plugging him. And oh, oh-- the heavy press against his prostate, the inward rub, that alone has a pulse of pleasure flooding out over his haywire nerves, a cooling star shedding its outer corona to pull back to its hottest, densest state. ]
Noct-- that-- oh, gods. There's so... much-- [ Is he talking about the swell of the knot? The thickness of blunt cock filling him, rubbing up along his shuddering inner walls? The distinct feeling of the rolling liquid of Noctis' first release still swimming deep inside of him? Or maybe his own wetness leaking out around the knot in thick, dripping strands? Maybe all of it at once. Prompto grinds down again, with a little more confidence this time, gasping around the sensation. ] --love it, love it, love you--
[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: 2018-04-18 07:22 pm (UTC)It was a lot to put onto Prompto's shoulders, but Noctis was fairly sure this boy had saved him-- taken him from a life of just performing the role of who he was supposed to be into a place where he could feel like a person again. Feel worthwhile. Loved for the love he was giving out, instead of out of obligation.
To take that affection to this sort of physical apex was incredible. Everything he had and needed from Prompto translated into skin-on-skin sensation--
Prompto was beautiful. Stretched out like he was now, completely on display. Writhing from their connection. Noct's pride surged through his spine as he followed the stuttering rhythm of Prompto's hips, urging them deeper and harder. His strokes were short, limited by the thick pull of his knot against Prompto’s resistance. There was no separating their scents now, completely mixed, and fading into the background of the smell of just sex.]
S'yours anytime you want it. Almost full, almost.
[Noctis laughed, throaty and deep. Stop? Why would he ever stop? This was only their first time, he had so much more he could show Prompto, so many things he wanted to make him feel, every fantasy either of them had entertained was suddenly on the table--]
Not gonna stop, long as you don't.
[Gods, this boy's body. Shaken by each of Noctis' thrust, he reacted in gasps and whimpers. Clenched his legs tighter around Noct's back, clung white knuckles to the pillow behind him. Noctis barely noticed any of it, focused instead on Prompto's chest. Oh, perfect. Those little breasts, lightly sheened with sweat and bobbing along with with their motions. Noctis licked his lips, let his hands wander to cup around them. He ground his hips in deep, and leaned down, teasing at Prompto's nipples with the tip of his tongue.
He was close. So close. This wasn't the sort of distraction that was going to help him last any longer. He pinched a nipple between his teeth, and moved on, letting his tongue explore across salty skin until he buried his face is Prompto's neck. There, that's what he wanted. He sucked at nibbled at Prompto's scent gland, let it cloud over his senses again as he was enveloped down into everything this omega was. Instinct and reflex took over his motions as he let go, following through to climax.]
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Date: 2018-04-20 05:51 am (UTC)Especially as even Noctis' rhythm starts to stutter. Gods, he can feel the way his alpha's cock is throbbing, twitching hard inside him (he's dripping, he's dripping; Noct's scent just keeps getting stronger and stronger--) the closer he drags towards his own climax. Any pattern that he'd been able to follow is blown to pieces; now there's no tracking the shifts and thrusts and deep rubs, rolling the thick knot up against Prompto's swollen-hot prostate, ecstasy flashing over his nerves like webs of lightning-- every bit as violent, every bit as unpredictable. Not gonna stop, the man teases, and oh that feels like a promise, and oh the absolute flood of fantasies that flash across his mind's eye, all seeming so deliciously possible now.
Prompto gasps, arching up-- directly into Noct's waiting hands as they clasp over the small swells of his breasts, tongue lightly pestering at the sensitive pink buds at their peaks (and fuck, fuck, he moans helplessly, trying to arch higher, press in closer, get more of that warm mouth). There are pleas on his lips that aren't quite making it into words. Please, please, please, under his breath, broken around cries as a particularly nice thread of pleasure twists between his legs, hotter and hotter and hotter--
Noctis' mouth is at the side of his neck, mouthing at his scent gland, scraping his teeth over sensitive flesh through shuddering growls and sharp sucks of air, and something in Prompto's chest gives way. He hadn't had any doubts about any of this, not really-- anything he'd been worried about had mostly been about how Noct would react to him, to such a young omega basically imprinting on him. He'd always been sure of his own feelings. He'd known that for some time. But this... oh. The hot flush in his face, all sex and exertion, is tinged with a certain amount of almost-shy adoration all of a sudden-- he throws his arms around Noctis' shoulders again, one hand digging shakily into his hair, holding him closer, closer. This feels-- like Noct is truly, fully claiming him as his. His omega. His.
The pace breaks again, as Noctis' hips bury forward sharply, pushing himself deep with almost savage groan of lustful pleasure, those hands raking down his form and digging hard into his thighs, and--
Fuck.
The hard jolts inside of him, the spreading warmth, pulse after pulse after pulse-- Noctis is coming (finally, finally), hard, and oh gods Prompto can feel how much he's spilling. Filling him. Marking. Claiming. Overflowing. And Prompto is utterly swept under his current.
It's too much. All that swirling, tightening heat between his legs, all this building pleasure, that pressure inside him deepening with each thick pulse of cum until he feels like he's going to burst-- gravity collapses in on itself, and Prompto goes nova. He helplessly bucks up against his alpha, back arching impossibly high, a near-scream pulling from his throat as each jerk of Noctis' cock is met with a shuddering clench around it, pleasure white-hot and blinding as it sears through him in waves. He decorates his own stomach (and chest, and a little bit Noctis' too) with hot strings of his own release, cock untouched and throbbing-hot, and nothing-- nothing has ever felt like this before, pounding, overwhelming.
(Vaguely, from somewhere completely outside himself, Prompto hears himself crying out his love, but it's nearly incoherent.) ]
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Date: 2018-04-20 06:02 pm (UTC)There's no holding back the thick groan, breaking into a low growl as his finger tips press into Prompto's thighs. Mark him, every inch of Noctis' mind singing with the instinct, he clenched his hands into the soft skin, willing bruises under his fingers, under his teeth. Everyone would know that this was his omega now--
The first pulse of his orgasm has him seeing stars. As hard as he jolts forward into Prompto, the motion is returned back again in his arching back and ruined voice echoing the dizzy rush pushing Noctis further from lucidity. Prompto's clenching around his knot is perfect, milks out the bursts of cum in synchronization with the last few pushes Noctis has in him. It's all he can do to stop himself from really marking this omega, barely holding together the clarity to unclamp his teeth from where he'd slammed them over his omega's scent gland before he managed to break the skin. That would be too much too soon, wouldn't it? He'd settle for this for now, locking the two of them together for this moment and filling up every unreachable part of him instead. He almost desperately mouths and licks at the bruised and dented skin as the next wave of the orgasm overwhelmed, and Prompto fell down into it with him, clenching harder, body wracked with tremors until Noctis could feel him coming as well.
Prompto. He was practically wailing, nonsense and pleading mixed into his gasping breaths. But somewhere inside it all, had he? Noctis couldn't be sure exactly what he'd heard, but let the words settle into a warm place in his heart, wrap around and pull him down from the frenzy.
He tugged his hips back, just to test. Couldn't budge. Gods, of course they'd fit together perfectly. He gathered Prompto up into his arms, pulled him upright again and into his lap, let him collapse forward against his chest to cling to his shoulders.]
There. Full now, got it full for you. Just for you.
[He's got to accept that he's babbling too, just enough out of his mind with pleasure and some selfish pride. This is his omega. He was his alpha now, his first alpha, the only alpha he'd ever know. Good. He nudged Prompto upright, and coaxed him into a soft kiss.]
Hey, did you mean that?
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Date: 2018-04-25 04:35 am (UTC)His own arousal, too, is less frantic. The burn of desperate need is something deeper now, something liquid, ebbing and flowing with his heavy breath. His heart--
A tiny moan escapes his throat as Noctis tugs his weak body up into his arms again, and he curls in against the man's broad chest, looping his arms around him and pulling as close as possible-- his hips shift, and the tug of the knot makes a little ember pop amongst the glowing coals of his pleasure (for him, for him, Noctis is murmuring against his ear as Prompto softly kisses and bites at a clavicle between soft and needy noises, this is his alpha giving him his knot). This-- oh. Having lost the frantic edge of needing release (for now), the low pulse of lust is more intimately tied through the sensation of being held so close, the feeling of another heartbeat against his own, the meandering lips and heat of skin. He could drown in this feeling, oh so willingly. It's bliss.
Noctis shifts his shoulder a bit, making Prompto lift his heavy head, pulling him in for a kiss-- and that only makes the warmth curling around in the pit of his stomach give a soft tug, a sweet sting of pleasure. Noctis is saying something...? It filters through Prompto's hazy mind without catching at first, leaving him to softly moan and nudge their mouths together again, and again. Did he mean... what? He can't remember. This warm swirl of lust isn't letting him think straight-- one hand slides down between them, gently closing around his already-again-half-hard cock, giving a faint stroke (and oh that feels-- it's not normally like this, pleasure so deep from such a small touch--).
Finally, however, it connects. He plays back over the last few minutes, hears himself crying out the exact three words he should most certainly have not said, not this early on-- a little flare of anxiety churns up in Prompto's heart (he doesn't sound angry or upset, he tells himself a little hectically, he doesn't sound off-put), turning his face red again in embarrassment. Well. It isn't as though Noctis can exactly run at the moment. He tips his head forward again against his alpha's shoulder. ]
...I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it.
[ No point to lying, right? ]
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Date: 2018-04-28 07:47 pm (UTC)There was so much trust there.
Noctis released his grip on Prompto's shoulders, despite his lack of confidence in the boy's ability to keep himself upright. He was rewarded with a quiet sigh, and another little kiss-- it was so easy to let go under these gentle ministrations. It felt like being worshipped. Noctis let his mouth open, Prompto licking inside. Fuck. He was some kind of lucky, wasn't he? This kind of oral fixation was something he could get into.
He could already feel Prompto's cock twitching back to full, pressing against his stomach when he leaned in for each kiss. There really was something impressive about heats, about being young, about just Prompto, wasn't there? Noctis cupped his hand around, just to feel, just to drag his fingers down that length and feel Prompto shudder again. The same shiver flowed from Prompto's arms down Noctis' spine, curling his toes from almost nothing. This omega. His omega.
Something in the tension doesn't let go until Prompto buries his head against Noct's shoulder again. And he's answering the question. Noctis feels it his throat, tight and burning as he tries to respond. All he can manage is a slow nod as he pulled Prompto in closer, hugging him against his chest. It seemed hard to believe. They'd have to talk about this, obviously. Without the distractions. Noct rubbed his thumb over the bruises he'd bitten into Prompto’s neck. Maybe they should have already talked, before it boiled over into this. It's easy at least to hold Prompto, wait for the emotions to settle back into place. Love. He'd meant it. Or at least thought he meant it, the doubt in Noctis' mind helpfully reminded. People said a lot of things, if you fucked them hard enough.
But it had never felt exactly like this before. Everyone else that had touched Noctis, anyone he'd given his knot to before-- there'd never been this kind of warmth. Noctis focused on relaxing, tried to stay in the moment he was in. Wouldn't be fair to Prompto to waste this tie over an identity crisis, right? He owed him an answer still, didn't he?]
Don't worry. [Not exactly what he meant to say. But it's easier to hesitate then to be honest. ] I do too. I love you.
[Prompto shifted in his lap, setting off a chain reaction of physical reminders. There's just enough change in sensation that Noctis growls back the urge to dig his teeth into that mark again. Something to counter the flutter of muscles around his knot, working to make sure he couldn’t completely forget how connected they really were in the moment.
He leaned back, relaxing against the pillows, and steadied his hands against Prompto's thighs again. His fingertips rested perfectly in the row of fresh bruises, gorgeous. He squeezed into them, urging Prompto to sit up.]
Come on, not. Done yet. Huh?
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Date: 2018-04-29 03:37 am (UTC)But Noct is holding his breath, the tension holding until Prompto feels something in him give way, like a dam springing a leak and letting off some of the pressure behind it. Noctis seems to melt in a little closer, the soft sweep of his hair brushing against Prompto's shoulder as he slowly nods a couple of times, and-- his arms, those deceptively strong arms curl gently around him and pull him closer. The breath that he'd released gets caught in Prompto's throat instead as he tries to parse it all through his heart's instinctive panic-- Noctis is too kind, of course, too gentle to push him away (figuratively... speaking... after all, it isn't like either one of them is going to be moving from here for a little while yet) after he'd accidentally allowed himself to be so vulnerable with his feelings (stupid, stupid), but he's dreading the "I'm flattered, but..." that he's absolutely sure has to be coming--
Instead: I do too. I love you.
The breath in Prompto's chest takes on a slightly painful, burning quality the longer he holds it. Or maybe it's the stinging behind his eyes that's doing it? He couldn't have heard that right. It's got to just be a flight of fancy his enamored heart is spinning for him (it's nothing he's ever really heard before, shown precious little love, from anyone), but... no, he heard it. Noctis... loves him. Noctis loves him.
He's softly biting at the side of Noct's neck again, mouthing aimlessly at the gland, surrounding himself in the alpha's scent and hugging closer yet (closer, closer, gods can they fuse into one inseparable being?), all as a distraction to keep the sudden crescendo of emotion in his chest from spilling out of him. He can't entirely stop the prick of tears (overwhelmed, in so many ways now), and breathing almost hurts, but a deeply sweet flush takes over his entire face, watery eyes half-lidding as a heart-deep smile finds his reddened lips. His alpha. His lover. Gods.
His breath sucks sharply back into his lungs as the position slowly shifts; even through all the sentiment, his body is responding, and oh, oh-- suddenly it's all back in the forefront, like a signal flare bursting to life in front of him. A small pivot of his hips, and Noctis' knot faintly rolls inside of him, reawakening all the nerves at his stretched-wide entrance and that spot that's been under almost constant pressure, just starting to swell and throb with his slow-burning arousal again--
A soft noise, somewhere between a moan and a surprised yelp, pulls from his lips as he spreads his legs out wider to compensate as Noctis leans back; Prompto keeps his balance with his knees pressed to the mattress on either side of the man's slender hips, his spine curving slightly to press him in as close as possible, and still, the slight tug of that knot against his rim-- gods, the pressure. His cock jerks again, almost fully hard now, but-- for the time being, he leaves it alone. It's too delicious like this, having every ounce of the pleasure he feels pulled from Noctis alone: his hands, his mouth, his thick cock buried so deep inside of him. Prompto's head tips back with a shaky inhale as those pinpoints of dull pain along his thighs drag him back into his body, tether him there, as Noctis' fingers press into the bruises perfectly cut out for them there. ]
N-- not done. No way.
[ He can't help the way his smile turns into a breathless little grin in lieu of the teasing, the lightening of the mood-- and his hands crest over the smooth skin of Noctis' shoulders, slide full-palmed down his chest to rest at the faint outline of muscle at his abdomen, half-admiration-half-steadying. Not done, not done-- the lower simmer of his arousal is boiling up again, hotter and hotter, despite the loss of the initial edge of desperation. It's sweeter now. Deeper.
--Though, he still doesn't have the most practical experience in this, and perhaps now some of the red gracing his features is the shyness of inexperience, but Prompto is nothing if not bold. Taking a slow, shivering breath (and feeling his whole body shiver in time with it), he slowly rolls his hips, grinding down against Noctis' lap, shifting himself around the knot so fully plugging him. And oh, oh-- the heavy press against his prostate, the inward rub, that alone has a pulse of pleasure flooding out over his haywire nerves, a cooling star shedding its outer corona to pull back to its hottest, densest state. ]
Noct-- that-- oh, gods. There's so... much-- [ Is he talking about the swell of the knot? The thickness of blunt cock filling him, rubbing up along his shuddering inner walls? The distinct feeling of the rolling liquid of Noctis' first release still swimming deep inside of him? Or maybe his own wetness leaking out around the knot in thick, dripping strands? Maybe all of it at once. Prompto grinds down again, with a little more confidence this time, gasping around the sensation. ] --love it, love it, love you--
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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--