[ prompto gently lowers underneath noct’s weight, down to the bed underneath him where he feels hot, he feels overwhelmed, needy. his best friend helping him jerk off feels incredible, their fingertips intertwining over the top of his cock while they work together to pleasure him... it makes his heart swell. prompto turns to steal a glance over his shoulder now that he’s laying flat, scanning noct’s expression for any hints of what he’s thinking, feeling. ]
fuck, noct, you feel so good, i— need you, please, ive been fingering myself for an hour...
[ the admission makes him laugh lightly at himself, a soft pink blush coating his cheeks. it’s no secret that he’s pretty needy when it comes to sex with noct, but admitting it out loud is... embarrassing. ]
[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.]
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fuck, noct, you feel so good, i— need you, please, ive been fingering myself for an hour...
[ the admission makes him laugh lightly at himself, a soft pink blush coating his cheeks. it’s no secret that he’s pretty needy when it comes to sex with noct, but admitting it out loud is... embarrassing. ]
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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.]