(TFLN) NOCTIS > PROMPTO

[lureking]

(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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[lureking]

[He notices the wetness in Prompto's eyes, and he's concerned. Cooing sounds of comfort as he kisses him again and again.]

...I love you.

[Murmured against his cheek, his lips, his jaw. Letting the sentiment wash over him as he continues, thrusting in, then pulling out. It's slow going, but he wanted to do this right.]

[clickclickbang]

Love you too, Noct. So freaking much.

[Slow is perfect right now. Prompto starts to move with Noct the tiniest bit, mostly just because he's wound and can't stay still. He makes to kiss his cheek but gets under his ear instead]

[lureking]

[It felt good, the little bit of movement while he figured this out. He didn't want to do anything too fast, he's already so close so that... wouldn't be good, right? Their first time had to be perfect... he needed it to be perfect.

So he drops his head a little, pressing his forehead against Prompto's neck, trying to calm his breathing as he starts to finally get a nice, slow rhythm gong. His grip on him loosening just a bit, less bruising as he thrusts in and pulls out.

Nothing... has ever felt so good before?]

[clickclickbang]

[It's already perfect as far as Prompto cares.

And then Noct starts to move and suddenly everything just seems right. He gasps out a little cry for "more" before pulling Noct in for a hard, proper kiss. Gods, this is....he can't find words.]

[lureking]

[And who was he to deny such a request? Slowness be damned. He kisses him back just as hard, his hunger and need pushing away all things chaste. And if Prompto wanted more, he could do that too. Nails digging into his hips as he thrusts in a little harder and a bit faster, still keeping the rhythm he had set, just... quickening the pace and the intensity.

Miraculously it also helped with the issue he thought he had, he was afraid he was going to come too early if he started to really get into it. But while he felt close, he was able to hold back on that particular need. Instead focusing on how good it felt and the amazing sounds Prompto was making.]

[clickclickbang]

[Prompto breaks the kiss with a cry, tilting his head back]

Gods, Noct....more, c'mon, I take it--