[It wasn't. Just like it was no secret how much Noctis absolutely loved it. Seeing Prompto turn into a needy mess did incredible things for his ego. Made some deep, dark desire well up within him to fulfill that need with everything he was.]

I don't know, Prompto. I really don't think I should reward you for touching yourself without me.

[Flat pad of his thumb digs into the leaking slit of Prom's cock, smearing pre-cum against the swollen head, stroking downwards towards the base before squeezing. Hard. Enough for there to be a soft bite of pain and to draw him back from the edge.]

Did you make yourself come? Did you say my name? I'm gonna need some details here.

[His free hand splayed against the small of Prompto's back, rubbing in soft, small circles before trailing downwards, slipping between his cheeks and playing against his entrance.]