[ 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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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.