[He's even going to send you a picture. Of him on his knees, wearing absolutely nothing but said hoodie, tugging it down just enough to cover the actual important stuff.]
[ Yeah, that... definitely causes him to stumble and nearly catch his face on the door when he tries to reach for the knob. He's just glad he doesn't bust his mouth open trying to get inside because that would have been super embarrassing and also a real mood killer. Prompto takes the time to text back so he can try to calm down. Be cool, be cool. ]
you look good like that noct wait for me right there
[ Well, guess what? He manages to get into the room without any casualties, though that might be questionable considering how much he struggles to get out of his boots before he's free of them and crosses the room. He knocks into a lamp in the process and holds the wince when it doesn't fall or break; good thing, or he never would have heard the end of it from gladio and ignis both. Prompto drops down to be level with Noct, hands on either side of him. ]
Hey, cuddle buddy. [ He grins and leans forward to kiss him. ] Made it.
[Words can not express how proud he is of you, Prompto. Especially considering he really doesn't want to deal with Gladio and Ignis' lectures either.]
Hello, love. Took you long enough. [There's a soft smirk as he reaches out, grasping both of Prompto's shoulders to drag him in.] So tell me... what do want me to do?
[ It literally took him five minutes to get there, so he has no idea what he's talking about. Still, he just shrugs and falls into him, snickering under his breath as he nuzzles into him. He thinks about getting his fingers under that hoodie but doesn't move an inch. ]
I dunno... I thought I was coming here for some extreme cuddling, but I guess we can figure out something. [ There's a soft kiss to his cheek. ] What else were you thinking?
[ It's absolutely ridiculous, but Prompto wouldn't trade this for anything, arms sliding around him to snuggle him a little. He kisses the side of his head, fingers stroking through all that inky hair as he hums in thought. ]
Yeah, but you said you were gonna get naked. Totally not my fault. [ There's a pause. ] How long d'you think we've got until the others get back?
[Maybe it is. But then again, pretty much everything about them is ridiculous. And Noctis wouldn't have it any other way.]
Did you really think I was just gonna pass that chance up? [Because you know him. He's incapable.] A couple hours. But you know they know about us, right?
There's so a difference between them knowing and seeing, dude. I really don't wanna get caught with your legs around me or something.
[ Because he would die and never see the light of day ever again. Still, a few hours gives them plenty of time to settle on something, and rather than overthink it like he always does, he nudges at Noct and rolls him over so he can get his hands under that hoodie to touch him. He's warm, fingers teasing over his belly as he kisses his jaw. ]
Feel like doing it like this? [ He's not overly creative, okay, and he's perfectly find with just about anything. ]
[ Yeah, that's not happening. Ever. Prompto wouldn't be able to face them ever again if something like that happened, and he tries not to think about it as his thumb circles Noct's navel, letting his fingertips tease over his thighs without touching anything else. ]
Really don't wanna think about the guys when you're talking about blowing me. [ It's a quiet huff, nuzzling him a little more before brushing their lips together and sliding off of him to sit on the edge of the bed. There's not much choice, but he asks, ] Is that what you want?
I don't really want you thinking about anyone else either. [Is that his possessive streak kicking in? It might be. Because Prompto was most definitely his and he was sure and confident in that knowledge.
But it didn't stop it from happening.
The kiss is deep and short and he chases after it, wanting more. But he lets Prom go, moves along with him until he can slip from the bed and fall to his knees before him.]
[ He still doesn't say anything about it, but there's always some weird thrill that runs through him seeing Noct on his knees. Maybe it's because, technically, it should be Prompto down there worshiping him, and he sucks in a sharp breath, hands pushing through Noct's hair to gently grip the strands and tilt his face up. ]
You don't even have to do anything to do that... [ But it's probably because he loves Noct, gently stroking his thumb over his cheek before settling back and shifting his hips forward in invitation. He'll have to undo his belt and try to drag his skinny jeans off, but it'll be worth the work, he hopes. ] Really love your mouth though.
[Noctis doesn't need anyone else to fall upon their knees and worship him. Every single person in his life already does. Metaphorically, at least.
No, what he needs from Prompto is exactly what this man gives him. The chance to be himself. To be someone's equal. To love and honor and worship another being. And that's more than he ever could have asked for.
His head tilts, until he can take the tip of that thumb between his lips and suck. Until his own fingers are working in that belt buckle, slowly releasing it before working open the fly of those tight pants.]
Mm, that's it Prom. Keep telling me how good I'm being for you.
[ It takes him much too long to focus to find something to say to that, trying to help Noct as much as he can so there really isn't a whole lot of work to be done. All this excitement has him a little turned on anyway, and just the thought of Noct getting his mouth on him – ]
Uh. [ He reminds himself to breathe, fingers brushing over his lips. It's really unfair how pretty that mouth is. ] You know I like when you do this stuff, right? Looks like you belong right there...
[ There's a sharp flush to his cheeks, still not comfortable with talking like this but making an effort for Noct. ]
[Ordinarily, Noctis would bless whichever god had given Prompto his penchant or wearing skin tight jeans that showed off absolutely everything. At the moment, he was torn between cursing them and deciding if it was worth it to try and just rip the fabric to get them down. Especially when he's so distracted by those fingers brushing across his lips, snaking his tongue out to lap over them as they pass.
Until finally his fingers curl into the waist band and he tugs just right and they slid down, taking the boxers below with them. He tugs them down to mid thigh, then down over bent knees, until they can slide from strong legs and end up in a pile on the floor.]
You're right. I do belong on my knees worshiping you.
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broplaints) wrote2020-05-29 10:57 am
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i mean
he does plenty of stuff better than me 🤷
if you want iggy to cuddle you i'll text him right now
but i'm pretty sure he's super busy so he might get mad if i do
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If I wanted Iggy I'd text him myself
But I don't
I want you
Now get your fine ass over here
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okay okay
i can't just text and walk
it's not safe you know
so i'll see you in like 5
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Makes me wonder what else you can't do at the same time
Five minutes
If you're not here I really might call Iggy
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well i'm not gonna let you find out
they're my deep dark secrets i'll take with me to the grave 😤
less than 5 now
hope the door's unlocked
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maybe all that but in just the hoodie? 🤔
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[He's even going to send you a picture. Of him on his knees, wearing absolutely nothing but said hoodie, tugging it down just enough to cover the actual important stuff.]
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you look good like that noct
wait for me right there
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I'm not going anywhere, Prom
Not until you tell me to
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Hey, cuddle buddy. [ He grins and leans forward to kiss him. ] Made it.
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Hello, love. Took you long enough. [There's a soft smirk as he reaches out, grasping both of Prompto's shoulders to drag him in.] So tell me... what do want me to do?
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I dunno... I thought I was coming here for some extreme cuddling, but I guess we can figure out something. [ There's a soft kiss to his cheek. ] What else were you thinking?
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They go down and all he can do is giggle. Nuzzle his face down into Prompto's neck and hold him close.]
Pretty sure you're the one who started it. Asking me to only wear the hoodie for you.
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Yeah, but you said you were gonna get naked. Totally not my fault. [ There's a pause. ] How long d'you think we've got until the others get back?
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Did you really think I was just gonna pass that chance up? [Because you know him. He's incapable.] A couple hours. But you know they know about us, right?
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[ Because he would die and never see the light of day ever again. Still, a few hours gives them plenty of time to settle on something, and rather than overthink it like he always does, he nudges at Noct and rolls him over so he can get his hands under that hoodie to touch him. He's warm, fingers teasing over his belly as he kisses his jaw. ]
Feel like doing it like this? [ He's not overly creative, okay, and he's perfectly find with just about anything. ]
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[And to see the looks on their faces. Gladio's would probably send him into hysterics though and he'd never get Prompto into bed again.
Those hands slip beneath the thick fabric he wears, traces along the flat plane of his stomach and had the breath catching in his throat.]
Mm, someone's eager. I could get on my knees for you. I'll even keep the hoodie on.
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Really don't wanna think about the guys when you're talking about blowing me. [ It's a quiet huff, nuzzling him a little more before brushing their lips together and sliding off of him to sit on the edge of the bed. There's not much choice, but he asks, ] Is that what you want?
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But it didn't stop it from happening.
The kiss is deep and short and he chases after it, wanting more. But he lets Prom go, moves along with him until he can slip from the bed and fall to his knees before him.]
Yeah. I like doing this. I like pleasing you.
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You don't even have to do anything to do that... [ But it's probably because he loves Noct, gently stroking his thumb over his cheek before settling back and shifting his hips forward in invitation. He'll have to undo his belt and try to drag his skinny jeans off, but it'll be worth the work, he hopes. ] Really love your mouth though.
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No, what he needs from Prompto is exactly what this man gives him. The chance to be himself. To be someone's equal. To love and honor and worship another being. And that's more than he ever could have asked for.
His head tilts, until he can take the tip of that thumb between his lips and suck. Until his own fingers are working in that belt buckle, slowly releasing it before working open the fly of those tight pants.]
Mm, that's it Prom. Keep telling me how good I'm being for you.
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Uh. [ He reminds himself to breathe, fingers brushing over his lips. It's really unfair how pretty that mouth is. ] You know I like when you do this stuff, right? Looks like you belong right there...
[ There's a sharp flush to his cheeks, still not comfortable with talking like this but making an effort for Noct. ]
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Until finally his fingers curl into the waist band and he tugs just right and they slid down, taking the boxers below with them. He tugs them down to mid thigh, then down over bent knees, until they can slide from strong legs and end up in a pile on the floor.]
You're right. I do belong on my knees worshiping you.