[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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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.