trixx | (TFLN) NOCTIS

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(TFLN) NOCTIS > PROMPTO

(ooc: continued from here)

[That all escalated very quickly, but he has no complaints for how that conversation went. Staring at his phone for a moment, vaguely wondering if that meant Prompto was going to come here to his hotel room or not? Or... somewhere else? It was a little unclear and he was far too lazy to double check right now, having flopped back on his bed, deliberating the ceiling.

...Was this really a date?

He's never been on one or instigated..... one? What was even the word for that?

His stomach felt weird. Fluttery and warm. He kept thinking of Prompto's dumb smile and how his freckles really popped when he got flustered or excited. He really was pretty, but Noctis never had the opportunity to act on it? Or he didn't think that it would be mutual so why waste his time?

Groaning softly as he finally gets to his feet, hand dipping under his shirt to scratch lazily at his stomach as he shuffles into the bathroom to freshen up before Prompto gets here.

...

For their date.

Drinks and privacy.]

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[Blunt nails lazily raking up Prompto's side, hitching his shirt up in the process. Gaze flicking downwards so he can catch a peek, and just seeing this little hint of skin is making his stomach clench and grow warmer.]

Nothing sexier.

[Whether it was a tease or not it was hard to tell. But after licking his lips clean of leftover sauce he leans in to press them to Prompto's neck. He felt so drawn to him, and he can't help the soft bite.]

[They'd seen each other mostly naked a few times before, thanks to high school gym class and swimming. But this feels different. The fact that it's Noct purposefully pulling his shirt up makes Prompto's nerves feel electric and he almost pulls away to tug his short the rest of the way off.

But then Noct leans in and nips and--he can't help it. Prompto gasps, arching closer]

N-noct...

[Shit... that was really hot? Really hot. Noctis knew the plan was to take their time, have more drinks and food... like a friendly sort of thing to ease anxiety and nerves, but... he can't help his lips, pressing warm kissed down the curve of Prompto's neck. Can't help his teeth grazing against his skin, peppering little bites here and there because he liked hearing Prompto gasp.

Liked hearing his name like that.

Both hands under his shirt now, just wanting to touch him and bring him closer. Murmuring his name into his neck.]

[So the food and booze were a bust but Prompto is more than okay with this. Each nip from Noct gets another gasp, a murmured plea, a soft noise because gods this is probably too good, he is probably going to hell for how good this feels, that's how that works right?

He does not care.

Wiping his hands on his jeans to make sure there's no pizza roll residue, he slides his hands down Noct's sides and tugs at the waistband of his jeans like he wants them closer together.]

[At least they have some food and whatever for after, for some refueling, right? Lazy snacks after... you know. Stuff. Stuff that he was getting far more interested in the more he tasted and explored Prompto's body. He was making such enticing sounds and it was hard for him to stop.

The position on the couch wasn't the best, and a quick glance over his shoulder to where the bed is...

Sure he's not a muscle head like Gladio, but he had decent upper body strength (had to, when wielding the broadsword.) So pulling back, positioning his arms and hands...]

Hold on to me.

[Tone huskier, thicker. It took a bit, but after his second try he's on his feet, Prompto in his arms. Making a beeline for the bed, so he can drop him unceremoniously on the sheets.]

Wha--ack!

[Prompto flails a bit but does hold on to Noct, laughing nervously]

Dude, if you drop me I am going to kick your ass so har--

[And then Noct drops him on the sheets, and Prompto pulls the prince down with him instinctively, landing with Noct's face buried in his chest]

--hard.

[The most undignified squawking as he's pulled down with him, trying to brace himself by pressing his palms against the bed. Huffing out a sound against Prompto's chest, slowly lifting his head.]

You're supposed to let go.

[That wasn't very sexy or romantic.

But... well. He does have Prompto on the bed. Under him. That... sure was something.]

[It sure is something.]

Dude, you threw me on the bed. I wasn't going down without a fight and you knew it.

Because I wanted to make out with you on the bed!? It was supposed to be a sexy thing.

[Snorting as he shifts a bit, more straddling him now than before. Reaching up to flick at the tip of Prompto's nose.]

I'd kick your ass.

At what, making out?

At everything.

[Clearly they're doing this right.

Leaning back on his knees, arms crossing over his chest as he looks down at him.]

I mean. I already got you pinned, so I win.

And yet there is no kissing. I dunno, maybe I'd kick your ass and you're afraid to find out the truth.

You have to earn kisses.

[Scoffing as he teasingly rocks his hips against him. The nerves seemed to melt away and he was feeling particularly cheeky.]

[Prompto bites his lip, rocking up. Two can play at that game]

Well, someone made it so I can't feed him to earn my kisses. Jerk.

[Ah... That felt kinda nice. Especially the way Prompto bit his lip? That... was hot. Shit. Settling a little heavier on Prompto's lap, tugging at the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting it.]

Yeah. I'm a real jerk.

[Grinning, fingertips flirting against the bare skin. Intent on watching what Prompto will do.]

["What Prompto will do" turns out to be "shudder and flinch but not stop Noct". He can't really reach Noct's shirt hem from this angle, not well enough to do anything anyway, so he just reaches for the prince's pants, unbuttoning the waist and trying to get the zipper down.

A little rushed, maybe, but he's never been terribly patient]

Sexy jerk, at least.

Sexy... gorgeous.

[Teasing as he pulls Prompto's shirt up further.]

C'mon, lift your arms so I can get this off you.

[Prompto obeys, careful that his band stands on his wrist when Noct tugs the shirt off]

Better?

[He's a little self-conscious, but he manages to resist the urge to cover himself]

Much.

[Tossing the shirt aside. He's seen Prompto topless before, but it was different now and now he was allowed to touch? Palms smoothing up his abdomen, pads of his thumbs brushing against his nipples when he reaches them.

Shit... it's cheesy, but:]

You're really beautiful.

[So genuinely sincere as he leans down to steal a kiss.]

[Prompto's skin feels like it's electric as Noct runs his hands over his torso; the feeling of his thumbs across his nipples is enough to make him gasp and jerk]

Only to you--

[Or they could kiss, that works too. He moans a little into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Noct's neck]

[He's got the hang of kissing now, the way Prompto's lips feel... how to move his against the others. When to tease his tongue against them, so he can taste him further. Noctis can't stop touching him, he felt so good.]

So? Who else matters?

[Mumbled against his lips, nipping at them gently.]

I've found you hot for forever, so get used to it.

Really?

[Prompto manages a quiet chuckle when Noct pulls away to talk and he leans up to chase those lips. One hand slides down to start tugging at Noct's shirt. Even the playing ground a bit.]

Same. Maybe longer, I dunno.

[And he very nearly pulls off his own shirt- when it dawned on him. Pulling back so he can glance over his shoulder where the bags Prompto brought in sat.]

Uh... weird question.

[Because obviously this was the... intent? Of the evening?]

Did you bring... [Hesitating.] Stuff?

Stuff?

[He frowns, confused as heck, before it hits him and he turns a violent shade of red]

Uh. It's. It's in my room? At least lube is, I don't exactly keep condoms around for jerking off...

You should've brought it. Hold on.

[He felt like they were at the point of no return, so the last thing he wanted was to be caught with his pants down (literally) when they needed it.]

Lemme get it, you... stay here.

[Touch lingering on Prompto's chest. Man... tearing himself away was harder than he thought.]

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