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prompto argentum ⬤ final fantasy xv
residential district ⬤ level 2
moonblessing ⬤ iris

[ The hesitation and the way Prompto shrinks in on himself seize Noct's heart like a vise, but he really only blames himself for that. He shouldn't have hesitated. Maybe if he's just invited Prompto over that first day he was back, insisted on it, he wouldn't even be questioning if he's wanted now.

Or maybe he would still, anyway. A lot has changed between them, and they've both changed a lot in different ways, but they're still them. Prompto's always felt that way, which is why it's easy for Noctis to reassure him, just like he always has. ]

Yeah, I do.

[ His arm drops, and he doesn't bother with the door, but he walks over to the bed and sits down next to Prompto, close enough for their shoulders to touch. The way Prompto hasn't put that barrette in his pocket or something yet has been driving Noctis a little crazy, so he takes care of that now too, tugging Prompto's arms uncrossed and peeling the barrette out of Prompto's fingers, then pinning it into his hair over his ear, making that decision for him, since he can't make the moving in one. But he can reassure him about that, too. ]

It'll only be weird if we make it weird. The moonblessing thing is the weirdest part, and it's not like we haven't already dealt with that once.

[ He pushes aside Prompto's bangs beneath the barrette, and his thumb traces a scattering of freckles across Prompto's cheek, remembering the rainbow they'd made last Iris. He leans in to brush their lips together in a kiss, telling himself it's alright, that this is allowed, that it's the new normal now. ]

Think about it?

[ It feels pretty weird now, but maybe that's just him. He's trying not to make it a big deal, that this is normal despite it not actually being really all that normal, and he can't help the way his eyes fall shut at the touch of his hair and the press of the barrette, the sweetness of the moment and how much he wants to cling to it. He could be reading into the gesture too much, but the graze of his thumb and the pressure of Noct's mouth on his says way more than that. Still... ]

Yeah. [ His voice is thick, and he pauses, trying to let it settle a moment. ] I mean, I'll think about it. It'd be cool to spend more time with you. [ And Ignis, his brain supplies seconds too late. ] You know though...

[ He trails off, trying to let his body language speak louder than half the things he might be able to say as he reaches out to rest his palm on Noct's thigh. If anything, he could easily make it something casual, but had there ever been anything casual for him after all that time in Duplicity? Even the moonblessing stuff didn't bother him that much, trying not to overthink the fact they're both in Noct's bedroom and sitting on his bed—an easy in to making out if he pushed a little more. There's a soft exhale, and Prompto tilts his head to nudge their noses together, offering a familiar smile. ]

Never mind. It's not that important. [ As if he could ever admit the truth so boldly. ] But I promise I really will think about it.

[ Noctis lives in a constant state of weirdness, so he's not really the best judge. But he's stubborn, too. What the four of them had in Insomnia was good. Being out on the road together was different, and there was a lot of bad, but it was even better somehow, too. And now there's this place, and things are different again. Harder to figure out, but it's fine. If there's one thing Noctis knows, it's that he needs his friends. They all need each other, and he's not going to let moonblessings or sex or whatever get in the way of that.

Is that even what Prompto's trying to say with that look and how he touches his thigh before leaning in and sighing? Noctis has no idea. But he knows Prompto wants to be here, and he wants to be with him. That's all that matters to him. Even if Prompto decides he'd rather keep living on his own for whatever reason, he's here now, and that's what counts. Noctis nuzzles back, his closer hand covering Prompto's on his thigh, and he links their fingers together before Prompto gets wise and takes it back. Then Noctis leans back again, but not far. Just enough to watch at Prompto's expression as he asks. ]

You're really gonna leave me hanging?

[ Obviously there's something important there, and if it's standing between Prompto moving in and all of them being close again... Noctis wants to hear it. ]

[ It's like being caught, like he's being reeled in by Noct's everything – his touch, his voice, his closeness – and there's not much he can do about it, glancing down at their fingers and searching for some other excuse than the truth sitting in his throat and causing his chest to feel tight. What he wants to say— he's only ever admitted it to Noct once, and even then, he didn't think he got just how much he meant it, how it had everything to do with Noct accepting him and being there for him and always as equally encouraging. How he can't stop thinking about him whenever they're together and how amplified it is when they're not. If Prompto moves in, the ability to separate all of that will be nonexistent, and on top of that, he would be leaving Nero alone. ]

I guess... [ Another breath, and he realizes he needs space despite the conflicting reassurance of Noct's presence. ] There's still a lot of stuff I haven't told you, and I wish I had the guts to say it right now. But I'm glad we're together. [ Is that enough? It doesn't feel like enough, and his fingers squeeze at Noct's like a lifeline, hoping it will all make sense before one of them disappears again. ] You– it means a lot to me.

[ Which will probably be as close to a confession as he ever gets right now, ducking his head to hide the way his eyes threaten to betray him, and rather than pull away, he pushes forward to tuck his face against his shoulder. It's almost exaggerated, like a show of falling into him as a tease, but the contact settles the slight race of his heart, mouth pressed to Noct's shirt in a gentle sort of kiss that only translates the warmth of the action rather than the raw expression of emotion he feels. The words are almost muffled when he speaks next. ]

You askin' means a lot too.

[ There's not really anything Noctis can do about what he doesn't know, but if Prompto's not ready to tell him, he's not going to push for it. Even if it worries him, especially when Prompto squeezes his hand back tighter. Even if he doesn't want Prompto to carry any kind of burden on his own. It's not like Noctis hasn't been guilty of the same thing. There's nothing he can do but accept it.

Well, accept it and also reassure him, as much as words can. Luckily, Noctis doesn't just have words in his arsenal anymore. He squeezes Prompto's hand back and wraps his free arm around Prompto's shoulders, his face dropped to Prompto's nest of blonde hair, voice lowered in deference for the confession, however unfinished it was. ]

Whatever you haven't told me, it won't change how much I care about you. So when you're ready to talk about it... You know where I live. You're welcome back any time.

[ He doesn't know if that's true or not, if his feelings would or wouldn't change, but he'd rather not overthink that when Noct is so close and there's still a chance to keep this. It's always a risk, with such limited time that neither of them know when it might come to an end, and he pushes his face a little firmer into Noct's shoulder before turning his head into his neck. Why waste this? What good would it do? There's a lot he needs to sort out, but he's never questioned his feelings or his loyalty to Noct, braving the consequences of it to press his lips to his throat, the edge of his jaw. It's not exactly a shy gesture, though the hesitance is still underlying when he moves back to look at him. ]

I know. [ His smile is watery, but at least it reaches his eyes. ] That's why you're the best.

[ And before he can second-guess himself, he tips forward to kiss him square on the mouth like it's the most natural thing in the world. A bump of their noses, and he can't help laughing at how ridiculous all of this is, wishing it was easier to confess everything to him like it had been when they'd been teenagers. Now, he realizes, they're not even close to the same age, and that's... well, it's sort of weird. ]

Maybe we could do a trial thing. Me staying here? See how it goes. [ Maybe that will kick him into wanting to tell him, whispering it in the dark when neither of them can't sleep. ]

[ The press of lips to his neck is unexpected, and Noctis shivers, reminded once again by the gesture that they're already in his bed, that it would be easy to...

Prompto leans back and Noctis forces himself to relax, to nod, to come up with some kind of answer, move things along since what else needs to be said? Things aren't perfect but they're good enough that Noctis doesn't want to screw them up. Just keeping things the way they are, with Prompto here (and... whatever else they're doing that they haven't really put a name to), it's fine with Noctis.

Except then Prompto is kissing him, and that's even better. Noctis leans into it, and when Prompto laughs, Noctis smiles. Maybe Prompto won't believe it, or can't, but after everything they've been through, everything they've seen, everything they've done... There's so much Noctis has had to come to terms with, and his feelings for Prompto have only ever gotten stronger. There's no way whatever he has to say could make Noctis feel differently. If only he could put those feelings into actual words, maybe Prompto would believe him.

He's grateful when Prompto speaks up anyway, even if it's not what he's expecting to hear. Noctis' eyebrows lift, and he leans back, frowning thoughtfully. Like having Prompto stay with him, even temporarily, is something he would even have to consider. ]

You mean, like, sleeping over?

[ His voice turns teasing as he echoes Prompto's words from before, but he leans in again right after to smooth over the joke with another gentle kiss. His hands slide over Prompto's arms and come to rest at his hips, and his voice stays quiet, breathing against Prompto's mouth, never really leaning far enough away that he couldn't kiss him again. ]

Just you and me and the whole night to do whatever. That's the kind of plan I could get into.

[ Having Prompto stay here isn't about being able to kiss him or touch him like this whenever either of them wanted, but... Noctis can't say he hasn't thought about it, or isn't thinking about it right now with each lingering kiss. They were teenagers in every way except the way that involved dodging responsibility and making out in bed instead. Better later than never, right? ]

[ It's intimate, intensely so, and Prompto flounders a little under all of it, grasping for something that isn't there to hold onto in case he's swept away. But it's much too late for that, huffing out a soft breath when they break apart after Noct's comment about sleeping over. That part is normal, the teasing, and he's grateful that whatever is between them hasn't compromised their friendship. Yet, with that also comes the ability to see through what Noct might – or might not – be alluding to, and his heart races faster as he tries to fumble for something to say that doesn't come out a garbled, awkward mess. He should be past that, shouldn't have to worry so much, but he can feel the heat of a soft blush creeping up his neck regardless. ]

Yeah, sleeping over. [ An idle murmur, and Prompto lets their lips brush. ] And I guess anything else you'd wanna do that's, uh, not sleeping?

[ He's not good at subtle, but the invitation is there anyway, conscious of the fact there's nothing like a moonblessing or whatever else helping this along. Prompto had never needed those things, not after struggling with his own feelings for so long and eventually accepting them in Duplicity, and so, he figures that if Noct has an issue with it, he'll tell him to knock it off or push him back. There's no way he could read that as real rejection when they'd been together before, but... His thoughts race even as he pushes forward to kiss him again, something soft and real and very much opening up to more.

His hand grips at Noct's shirt too, pulling him closer even while he moves forward. The movement's awkward for only a second, glancing at him as he tries to judge whether or not he should, and then, he's crawling into his lap, knees on either side of him so he can slide his arms around his neck and kiss him properly. No grazing slides of their mouths, nothing so innocent. He kisses him with the way he feels, body and lips sinking into it like it will convey every unspoken thing deep inside him, and his fingers push up into that dark hair, combing through the strands before lightly fisting at the ends like he's silently asking him to stay when Prompto's always been the one out of place. ]

[ The thing about having fair, freckled skin is that it makes any flush of color really obvious. Noctis feels a little guilty for that, how embarrassed Prompto is, though Noctis can't fully understand it. He kisses back warmly, eager and practiced. He doesn't just know how to kiss, now, he knows how Prompto likes to kiss. His hands slide from Prompto's waist to his back; it's easy to encourage the kisses and melt into the tug of his hands. After the iris moon, and everything, why wouldn't it be? That was a lot. What's left to be embarrassed about after something like that? Then again, Noctis starts to wonder if maybe that isn't exactly why. Prompto wasn't really himself for that, was he? And this is...

Prompto's looking at him with blue eyes that are clear and sharp, and then he's straddling him anyway. Noctis feels a shiver of heat rush down his spine as Prompto's weight settles into his lap, even before he's meeting him in another kiss, filthier than the ones before. It's different now, but Noctis can't help thinking back to that day in Prompto's apartment when he felt the same, when Prompto crawled into his lap just like this, but his skin was too hot and they didn't really have any choice except to get closer.

It never should've been that way, even if it had to, in some messed up way, because without the moonblessings or drugs or whatever, they'd... Not that he didn't want it, but. Noctis had been afraid to push for more, to lose what they had. The more that happens, though, the less scared he is. Who he was, the role he was born and raised to play doesn't mean anything to him anymore. Who they are now is just who they make themselves into. Changing one thing means changing everything, and that's what Noctis has accepted. Things may get harder before they get easier, but they can only get better. He's lost Prompto already too many times to believe they belong anywhere but together. He'll make it happen.

But worrying more about the future doesn't mean he's got to stop living in the moment. If anything, it's just more reason to enjoy what he has now, which Prompto is making easy, dragging his hands through his hair and holding on tight, which Noctis only leans into, encouraging as he kisses him back with the same kind of devotion. His hands push under Prompto's shirt at the waist, feeling warm skin, and he hates that he might have to let go of him for even a second right now when all he wants to do is be closer, but Noctis forces himself to pull back and take a breath. Just long enough to meet Prompto's eyes, and ask gently. ]

Are you sure?

[ It sure feels like Prompto is, and Noctis really doesn't want to ask, but he's also never been able to ask before. And it's important. If whatever Prompto wanted to talk about has something to do with this... If he's just doing this because he thinks (correctly) that Noctis wants to... Noctis wouldn't be able to live with himself if he found out later it was something like that. ]

[ It's always so familiar in an unconscious ways—the settle of their bodies, the intake of breath that's exchanged between them, the heat of Noct's mouth. He's memorized everything, knows all the details because he's so oriented in capturing the moment and saving it for later, and again, those words are sharp on the tip of his tongue, begging to be said aloud. But Prompto's learned that they are a curse; any sort of feelings for someone in a place like this, where it could be ripped from them at any moment – can be swept away by something bigger than him, bigger than them – isn't worth the heartbreak no matter how many times he faces it. (Maybe it's just more proof that the gods are twisted and cruel and only playing with them.) So, he bites down on it and tries to convey the thought when their eyes meet, wanting to laugh at how ridiculous that question is.

He almost snorts in disbelief. ]

I'm sure. [ Prompto almost asks if Noct is, but considering where his hands are, he can tell. ] Never been more sure of anything, so you don't have to ask. [ His teeth bite at the tip of his tongue, and then, he shakes his head gently, fingers trailing through dark hair to cup the back of Noct's neck. ] I don't need moonblessings or whatever to know that I want you.

[ It's not even close to how he feels, but he thinks... Noct has to know. Doesn't he? He's not particularly good at keeping his own emotions locked away, just the secret ones that have nothing to do with anyone else, only himself, and Prompto tries to show his feelings through everything he does. Some part of him always wishes he'd made that leap into being Noct's friend even earlier than he had, that he hadn't wasted so much time chasing after a shadow like it would please Noct more. The more he'd come to know him, the more he'd realized that it wouldn't have made a difference as long as he'd been himself, and it's a hard lesson to swallow—even now. He'd loved Noct for so long, and visiting all these different worlds, in seeing so many different things and expanding his views... It's cemented in his head that their fates, at the very least, are too intangible to ever really be pulled apart.

So, he gives Noct's hair a teasing pull, and then, he's falling forward to kiss him, arm sliding around his shoulders to hold him there. The kiss isn't exactly gentle or soft, the slight bit of demand behind the touch of his tongue and the nip of his teeth, but it isn't drawn out either, breathing there against his mouth for a moment before leaning to the side and dragging them both a little further onto the bed. It reminds him of the handful of times he'd crawled under the covers with him in Duplicity, when he'd been upset about Ivy leaving, when things between them had started to get serious but neither of them had any real clue what to do about it because of where they were, and if he'd been that person before, he might have hesitated. But Noct is warm against him, real and not enticed by the moons or drugs or anything else that this place might do to them, and he lets his lips and hands wander, finding the curve of his jaw as his fingers slip under the edge of his clothes to stroke at the heated skin of his sides. An exhale, and this feels good, feels better and nicer than anything else. ]

I... think about this a lot. [ It's a softer confession, mumbled just against the curve of his neck. ]

[ Maybe the reassurances didn't really need to be said, considering their kind-of-date in Nevei and how Prompto acted then, what they'd said... But it still settles something in Noctis he can't really put a name to, hearing Prompto say he's sure, than the moonblessings or whatever aren't involved. Because they aren't. In some ways, that gives this even more meaning, and it should scare Noctis (and it does, a little), but he feels the same. And Prompto deserves to hear that, so between biting kisses that have his heart beating a little faster and his spine tingling with warmth, he answers quietly. ]

I'm sure, too. I want you.

[ Like always, though, it's easier to act on that stuff than say it. Noctis is all too eager to tug Prompto a little closer into his lap as their kissing deepens, and when Prompto breaks away a moment later, the disappointed grunt he makes for it is automatic, and honestly a little embarrassing. Anyway, there's nothing really to be disappointed about since having Prompto slide off his lap just means having Prompto vertical in his bed, and that has its own advantages. He catches Prompto's neck and pulls him right back into the next kiss, and as much as their clothing feels rough and hot and too much in the way, it's nice not to feel like they have to rush to get it all off. Noctis feels content and lazy, just kissing Prompto like this, touching him just to touch with the destination still a way off. He rocks into the touch of Prompto's fingers gliding over his bare skin beneath his shirt anyway, pressing his thigh a little more firmly between his legs, one hand falling to Prompto's hips like it belongs there.

The words whispered against his neck, and the meaning behind them, take a moment to sink in, and his answer is slow and thick because of it, but automatic. ]

Really?

[ It's kind of mind-blowing to Noct that Prompto would think about him at all, never mind a lot when there are... Well, just name somebody. Plenty of other people, if you're going to be imagining anybody. If Prompto had said it louder, looking at him, Noctis would've been sure he was just joking about it. Even whispered like that, it's still had to believe. But being self-conscious isn't the most sexy look, is it? Definitely not what Prompto was thinking about, so Noctis tilts his head to offer more of his neck and hums to make up for the question, his hands slipping around Prompto's ribs to feel down his back, sliding up his shirt against to get to more skin, then pushing down the back of his pants, just barely. ]

What kind of things do you think about?

[ What is the destination? It's like aimless wandering, sinking into the heat of Noct's mouth and hands, and the longer this goes on, the more lost he becomes in it. Should he turn back? Could he take it all back and just stay friends the way they had been for so many years? Prompto only has a handful of seconds to think about it, choking down a soft sound at the skim of those fingers over his skin. Everything's warm and slowly beginning to overheat him, a faint flush spreading along the exposed parts of him—his arms, his chest, his throat. Even his cheeks are hot with the way his mind twists and falls over itself in an effort to answer the question without embarrassing himself.

But isn't that how it always is with him?

At least Noct would expect it, and at least he's far past the moments where he might have tried to lean back and accidentally butted him in the nose with his head. Those instances are long gone, a Prompto that no longer exists here, and quietly, he huffs out a similar noise along the curve of his throat, kissing a light path up beneath his chin before their lips are grazing and their noses are touching. This time, the sound he makes is almost thoughtful, fingers gently combing through the mess he's made of Noct's hair. ]

You really wanna know? [ It's hushed, like he expects an answer but moves on before Noct can say anything. ] Like... all sorts of stuff. Just us. Kissing you or holding your hand, but there's the not so PG version too. [ Most of it doesn't make any sense, not when he's not good with sorting his thoughts into any particular order and they just fall out of him. ] I think about the way you taste and how you feel when you fuck me, and I wonder if, maybe, you'd want to switch just so I could make you feel the same.

[ His entire face ignites then, ducking to bury it in Noct's shoulder, and yeah... that kind of disrupts the whole kissing thing for a while. But Prompto's hands stroke down to finger beneath the collar of Noct's shirt as he thinks it over. If he can't be honest with him, then what? That'd defeat the purpose of all of this, and as much as he wants to just make out with Noct and not think about anything else, he figures now is a good time to bring up his only hesitation as casually as possible. ]

You know, things like that. And that I don't want it to mess up what we've got 'cause you're my best friend first.

[ To be fair, the question was kind of designed to make Prompto blush, and Noctis is pretty proud of himself when he can feel the heat of Prompto's face practically radiating off of him against his neck, even before he's sitting up high enough against that Noctis can see it. He smiles, thoroughly contented just to be this way, close to Prompto like this, touching bare skin without having to make it into some kind of joke, breathing against each other's mouths and not racing for some kind of excuse about responsibility and obligations as to why they shouldn't. This whole place still feels like a good dream, but Noctis has stopped wondering if maybe it is. Dreams are never this good. It has to be real.

Although hearing Prompto really actually talk about being fucked, or the other way around, still feels a little dizzying and surreal. Mostly hot, though. Really, really hot, and it's too bad Prompto's face is immediately landing in his shoulder, because Noctis would've really liked to kiss him. He huffs a breath laugh instead. ]

Prompto, nothing could stop you from being my friend.

[ It's probably not true, and something Noctis has worried about, too. About whatever secret thing Prompto isn't telling him. About this sex stuff screwing the normal things up between them, making it weird just to hang out. It's sure as hell made things more complicated already between them. But they're still friends, aren't they? They have to be. What they have is too good to lose. Prompto is too important. Whatever Noctis has to do, or not do, to keep him as his best friend, he'll fight to make that happen. It's something he's never even had to think about. Not for years, since Prompto cemented himself fully, wonderfully, into his life.

This kind of stuff isn't something Noctis has spent years thinking about, though. Not in any kind of non-porn, realistic way. His hands are still smooth and steady in their exploration of Prompto's waist and back, testing the flat of his palms and the tease of his fingers, what and where and how to make Prompto melt against him or shiver. It's entertaining enough all by itself, but the ideas Prompto put in his head are, yeah, pretty distracting. ]

I kind of feel like I'm not as good at that? I mean, I haven't...

[ Been on the receiving end a lot. Yeah, Noct's not going to go into the details of his sexual history out loud, because he's feeling warm and choked just thinking about trying to finish that sentence, but let's just say, it wouldn't be a lengthy conversation, even if he did. Most of what he's done was with Luna, after all, and she was... Well, things are different, with girls. Obviously. There's no conversations like this one, for instance. But that doesn't mean Noctis isn't willing, and he did just say nothing would change anything between them, didn't he? The least he can do is return some of that trust, which is what gives Noctis the brass to admit. ]

I kind of feel like I'm not that good at a lot of things.

[ Noct says 'nothing' like that's the only thing that matters, that despite everything else and whatever complications might grow from this they can be friends—above anything. Prompto knows his feelings extend far beyond that though, that every little thing – the looks, the teasing, the slide of his hands over his skin or the breath against his mouth – just cements it harder and stronger in his chest that he's in love with him and probably always would be. No matter what, no matter where they end up. He's made a thousand promises to Noct as his prince, his king, but he's made even more to him as his best friend, letting the words soak over him as he chews at the inside of his cheek and simply soaks up the contact.

And for a moment, he decides not to answer right away. Instead, he nudges closer and turns his head to graze his lips against his cheek as their legs tangle together, and this... he'd never trade any of this for anything. Even if Noct refused to accept how he felt because of the things that had transpired between them before, the things he can't remember, or because of the months they'd spent getting closer that Noct has no recollection of, it won't change the memories he's made. He's not crazy, and the fact that Noct is there, has asked him to move in and pick up their lives like he'd never left – it means more than Prompto can ever say.

Softly, he hums, some breathy sort of thing to mostly make noise (because he definitely thinks it's way too quiet in Noct's room). ]

I wasn't always good at stuff like that, you know. Maybe I'm not that good at it now. [ There's an awkward shrug with the way he's laying, rolling his head back to drop it against the bunch of the blankets so he can look at him. ] But it doesn't mean it isn't fun to try. I could tell you stories, dude, that you'd probably laugh at.

[ Which is cue for him to snicker a little apparently, thinking back to how awkward he'd been. Of course, there'd been that pressure to ignore all feeling and just make a quota in the beginning, and... damn. How could he have forgotten how good it was just to talk to Noct about anything and everything? These are the things he should be sharing with him regardless of content, regardless of whether or not they do anything more than what they've been doing, but he also can't forget this is probably the first time they've kissed like this without anything in the middle of it too. ]

D'you think... [ A pause, and he exhales the second he leans into him. ] We can just go slow. If you want? I still owe you another date anyway, and it's not like I don't like the stuff we've done already.

[ The words are kind, and along the lines of what Noctis might've expected Prompto to answer if he'd thought at all ahead, but the kiss to his cheek is even nicer. Talking's never been easy for Noctis, and honestly, he's never been good at physical affection, either. But if he could only take one, it'd definitely be the latter. Just being able to curl up in bed with Prompto like this, legs tangled, cuddling and gently kissing, one step closer than they've really ever been allowed to before Lunatia, and everything that came with it... It's nice. Comforting like very little else is, and Noctis can't help smiling. He wants to hear those stories, too. Later, he'll ask. Not like they don't have time. He's going to believe that, whether it's true or not.

Even though time is a thing and slow is an option, though, Noctis tilts his head. He nuzzles his mouth up under Prompto's chin and his hands slide over Prompto's sides gently, all natural, thoughtless motions, and that's nice, too. Firming his hands a little on Prompto's waist, though, he rolls him over, pushing Prompto gently to his back and leaning over him, far enough away again that he can meet his eyes and read his expression before a more carefully formed answer leaves his mouth. ]

How about instead of slow, we do the opposite?

[ That's a stupid idea, but Noctis is kind of king of those. Really, he just wants as little attention brought on himself as possible. The only way to get good at something is to practice. And as much as he doesn't want to think about who else Prompto might've practiced with... Some of it was with himself. That had to count for something, didn't it? If Prompto is willing, and Noctis wants too to, then what's the problem? Why not dive right into the deep end This'll end fine. With airy bravado in an attempt to mask how fast his heart is racing, Noctis teases. ]

Teach me what you like, and then I'll get even better than you at it.

[ He doesn't know what he's expecting, but something like that... yeah, he can't quite catch up with it at first. Prompto lets Noct kiss him though, sinking into all those light touches and craving more contact, even if it's not something overtly sexual. Some part of him wishes they had found things like this sooner, the comfort of being this close without any sort of expectations, and yet, he knows it wouldn't have been a possibility back home. Not with the way things were, not with how they are. Being in Duplicity and being here – it's changed him. This place has changed Noct too, especially when those words are out of his mouth and Prompto is making some sort of choked noise that almost sounds like a laugh. Or maybe if he'd gotten punched in the stomach.

He drops his head against the mattress, looking up at him. ]

You know it's not a game, right? Like, you don't have to be better. [ Why is he even saying this? His brain's being stupid again. ] But... I kinda like a lot of stuff. Um.

[ He has to let his thoughts catch up, so he reaches to tangle his fingers in Noct's shirt and drags him down for another kiss. In this position, he can part his legs and welcome Noct between them, lightly hook a leg around Noct's calf to hold him there as he licks his way into his mouth and makes another noncommittal sound that shows his appreciation. Prompto knows he's trying to deflect – really, it's kind of funny how he absolutely hates having the spotlight on him but endearing at the same time – and any other time, he wouldn't have let him get away with it so bluntly. But he still wants to soak up all this closeness, nipping at Noct's bottom lip and teasing him with his tongue. His palm flattens against his chest. ]

You ever go down on anybody?

[ It's said surprisingly steady despite the way his own pulse is pounding in his ears, more excitement than nerves. ]

[ Alright, so that strangled sound was a little more serious than Noctis was planning. He made it weird, shit. The kiss is a nice distraction from the sudden rush of guilt, and Noctis huffs against Prompto's mouth as he leans into it, leaning more of his weight gladly between Prompto's legs and chasing after his tongue for more deep kisses.

The question makes him freeze up a little at the bluntness of it, and Noct's eyes drop to the hand pressed against his chest. No escape, huh? ]

Not, uh... Not a guy.

[ That's a good enough answer, right? And he doesn't need to ask the question back. He already knows what Prompto's mouth feels like on him, and just how good he is at using it. That experience had to come from somewhere, and Noctis tries not to feel jealous about it. For all he knows, he could be jealous of himself. That's pretty stupid, right? Leaning back, he catches Prompto's wrist and brings his hands up to his mouth, out of the way, kissing his fingers and palm gently as he explains. ]

I was kidding, by the way. I know it's not a game. And there's no way I'll ever be better than you.

[ He grins as he licks the v between Prompto's fingers (hopefully that's enough of a distraction that he won't leave too much room for argument), and then brings his hand down between them, to the fly of his own pants. Ignoring the tightness in his throat, he asks steadily. ]

So are you gonna show me, or should I just try whatever on you until I find out what works?

[ Not a guy, he says, and Prompto should have known that considering the couple of times they've sort of touched on the topic of sex and experience. Plus, Noct being Noct... yeah, it makes a lot of sense, and some part of him is excited to know that there's still a chance to have firsts with each other. Maybe not in the way it would have been if he'd shown up here without remembering Duplicity, but it's something, sinking into Noct's playfulness and wanting to return it. He should take some sort of satisfaction in that easy surrender too; yet, he really is too distracted by the heat of that mouth on his skin and the slide of his tongue, murmuring a rather nonsensical affirmative in response instead.

Does he even have any idea how hot he is right now? ]

There's not really, uh – [ He squirms a little, twisting his hand so he can grip Noct's wrist and give it a squeeze before holding it still. This way, it's a lot easier to push his hips into it. ] You can just try whatever and see what works. [ A pause. ] No teeth though. It's totally not sexy.

[ Which makes him laugh because... yeah, he has no idea who would ever think that. Maybe if they were into some really kinky stuff, and as much as Prompto might like it a little rough sometimes, he doesn't want anyone biting him there. That'd be the fastest way to kill the mood, dropping his hand away to let his fingers skirt under the hem of Noct's shirt and touch skin. He's so warm, which is partly the chroma and partly just him, and Prompto pushes up onto an elbow, eyes focused as he stares directly at Noct. Would it be weird to tell him he's pretty? Handsome, sure, but there's just something about the dark fall of his hair that Prompto finds incredibly attractive. That he's hinting at going down on him probably adds to it too, but he can't really get his brain to think beyond the moment. ]

Kiss me first. [ It's caught between a command and a question, tipping his head so their noses brush. ] That's kinda my first favorite thing anyway.

[ If they're going to start being honest about stuff. ]

[ Considering the ways things have been these past few months, and all they've already done under the influence of the moons and everything, there should be no reason to be nervous now. But it feels different, somehow. Maybe because of that lack of the moons, or because they're together here in his bed, the apartment he's lived in for almost a year now, which feels like its own kind of home. Or maybe it's because there are still new experiences to share left, not just a first for Noctis, but... A lot of firsts that would just be theirs. For all they've been friends for what feels like forever, and even all they've done here... there's still so much with Prompto he wants to know, and share, and experience together.

He chuckles at the advice to skip the teeth, which he'd figured, but it's good to hear what he'd be interested in isn't that far from what Prompto's gotten into in their time apart. ]

Got it.

[ He answers softly, content to let Prompto lead, including keeping his hand right where it is, kneading his palm down into the lift of Prompto's hips, and it's impossible to say if the shiver of pleasure he feels is just from that motion, or the press of Prompto's fingers against his skin under his shirt, or the demand to be kissed, because all of it is really sexy so. All of it. Noct'll just go with that. He wets his lips and tastes Prompto's mouth in the process before he even closes that small space between them to kiss him, way too gently. ]

Yeah? I like it a lot, too.

[ Is that unusual? Are there people who don't like to be kissed? Maybe it's weird to like to more than having their mouths' somewhere lower, but Noctis can get it. It feels more intimate, almost, while giving up less. He likes kissing a lot for that reason, too. His free hand guides Prompto by his neck into light kisses at first, closed-mouthed and soft so he has room to answer, and ask, not so much coyly as leading. ]

How do you like to be kissed?

[ Not like he couldn't figure it out by doing, and had before, to an extent. But it's more fun to have Prompto tell and show him than just work it out for himself. And that's the point of all this, isn't it? A little slice of honesty, and fun, and low stakes, for once, instead of the way it always felt before in this place. ]

Uh...

[ It's a question he doesn't expect, more focused on filing the little details and nuances about Noct away for later, and for some reason, he feels himself start to blush just enough to really burn through his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He'd never been asked so directly before about the things he likes, not like this anyway, and he's caught for a moment, hesitation clear in the way he bites at the inside of his cheek. This is a whole lot more than doing something to help each other because of the moons or whatever else, which also gives him pause because he should – absolutely should – be honest with him right now. Tell him how he feels and accept the consequences as they might be, but — ]

Maybe I should just show you that too. [ An easier answer than some other honesty, and he drops his hand away to reach up and lightly sweep his fingers over the fine curve of Noct's cheekbone. ] Come here.

[ A gentle thing, and their lips touch softly, nuzzling into him as he curls his arm around those shoulders to hold him close. Something about it reminds him of their time in that diner, how sweet it had been despite all the awkwardness on his part, and it's a reminder that he owes Noct a date, that they're trying this sort of thing while not entirely committing. Or maybe it's some latent fear on Prompto's part that keeps him from diving head-first the way he usually would any other time, thoughts partially focused on all that time he'd been without him and the agony of not speaking for so long after. Maybe it's the underlying desperation that has him pushing for whatever Noct will give without needing some sort of explanation, and when he opens his mouth to kiss him a little deeper, he sighs into it.

His fingers fan against the back of Noct's head, dipping into those dark strands to curl lightly, and he gives a teasing sort of pull, licking at the bottom curve of a lip to silently ask for more. Prompto's certain he could kiss him for hours and never get tired of it. There's no urgency to it, nothing sloppy or guided by the strong pull of desire. It's sweet and teasing, like something stolen that they can never afford to pay back, and he clings to him, the kiss falling to the edge of his chin, his jaw, his ear. Prompto feels the sweep of his own breath as he kisses Noct's neck, murmuring his name under his breath—a delicate prayer he hopes he understands. ]

[ The answer is just the one Noctis was hoping for, but even as he's touched gently and pulled into a kiss, he's slow to close his eyes fully, choosing instead to fully enjoy the close-up view of Prompto like this, eyes closed and mouth open, the pretty fall of his light eyelashes and the flush of freckles that look even better when they aren't radiant and god-like, the way they'd been during iris.

The kiss is sweet but devoted. It's the way Prompto always starts out kissing him, Noctis feels like, and it's different from anybody else, but perfect for him. He can't help wondering if Prompto kisses everybody like this, if their first kiss in Duplicity had been easy like this or a stupidly awkward clashing of teeth and foreheads, and it's a little sad to feel like he missed out on it. There's a lot of Prompto's life he's missed, though. That's nothing new. The melancholy that comes with it is just a shadow washed out by the brightness of Prompto's warmth, never fully gone, but a small, distant darkness, easy enough to ignore.

His hands trace Prompto's ribs and waist over his clothes, curves that more and more are becoming familiar, and that knowledge brings its own satisfaction to the gradually deepening kiss. He doesn't pull for more, just holds Prompto close and is content to kiss him, just like this, deeply and stirring and warm, but lazy, warm-hearted but playful. That might just be Noct's favorite way to kiss, too.

When Prompto's lips fall to his jaw, though, Noctis' breath goes fluttery. He feels as much as hears the whisper of Prompto saying his name against his neck, and Noctis may not understand the request beyond a simple neediness, but he likes hearing it, all the same. He nuzzles his face down to catch Prompto's mouth in a kiss again, still devoted and deep, but a little more demanding as his hands push Prompto's waist instead of pulling, and he leans over him, gently pressing him down into the bed. ]

You're a good teacher.

[ He compliments with soft kisses to the corner of Prompto's mouth, his jaw and his neck, nuzzling against his ear in a vague mimic of what Prompto had done to him a few moments before. ]

Do you like giving or receiving more?

[ He means the neck-kissing, but he also means a lot more than neck kisses, since there'd been a lot of other talking about things before the kissing started, and he can't help those ideas still floating around in his head. ]

[ There's a sputtering sort of laugh at the comment, wiggling a bit under the attention like it's embarrassing him. It is, a little, but it's not enough to warrant wrestling Noct in an attempt to get free.

And of course the following question causes him to heat up a lot faster, feeling it in his gut this time. That's not something they've ever really talked about before, only vague illusions, and besides, the few times they'd come together, it had been Prompto bottoming—both out of want and ease. He's got more experience there anyway, he thinks, and that had been the natural course of things with them. But it's not as if he has an actual preference, huffing out a quiet breath before squeezing his eyes shut and swallowing around the words that immediately fall to the tip of his tongue. What's the worst that's going to happen if he admits those things to Noct anyway? He's his best friend; there are things that you should be allowed to be completely open about, even if they've done things together already. ]

Why – are you taking notes? [ His tease fades into a light hum. ] I guess... both are pretty cool. But I like using my mouth a lot, so probably giving a little more when it comes to that kinda thing. [ He shifts just enough that he can lazily hook his calf around Noct's, pinning them together. ] And the other stuff — [ A roll of his head, and he looks at him, pressing up so their noses brush. ] It doesn't matter to me either way.

...What do you like doing? [ Might as well just go there because as much time as he's had with Noct in any sort of sexual capacity, they've never actually done this before. ] I mean, is there anything you've thought about trying out?

[ It's not like Prompto's got a list, but he's always open to testing the waters with different things. After all, he'd spent over a year in a city where sex was on every corner and in literally everything he saw; curiosity could only last so long before it got to be too much. And briefly, he wonders if he should tell him about the time he'd tried some stuff that ended in a huge fail, mostly him laughing over it with his partner because neither of them could get into it. Yet... he doubts that would be lending to the mood, craving more of this closeness and more of Noct's secrets.

Prompto would give Noct his own if he asked, but he isn't so sure Noct would, a blessing and curse considering how many he has tucked away. ]

[ When they were in school together, it took Noctis a while to open up. Honestly, he's still not great about talking about his feelings, but there's nobody he's comfortable with like he is with Prompto. That's why they became friends, after all. No matter how much they might tease or try to embarrass one another, when it comes down to the important things, they both know it's a judgement-free zone. It's how he can meet Prompto's eyes without looking away, even as his face stays warm just thinking about what they've already done in bed together, and what they haven't, and what they could. That Prompto likes using his mouth isn't exactly a surprise; it sure explains why he's so good at it. But he really doesn't care about the rest of it? Is that normal, not to have a preference? Noctis has no idea. He hums thoughtfully, brushing his lips against Prompto's and kissing him as he thinks about it.

Really, it's not something he thinks about much, outside of cordis when his imagination goes a little wild. And is that really his preference, or just the influence of the moon? If he were iris, would he like bottoming more? Or prefer things rougher if he were sanguis? Would Prompto? It's hard to say. But, the way things are... ]

I really want to try going down on you.

[ Maybe that's a cop out considering they'd already talked about it, but that doesn't make it less true. He nudges up Prompto's chin with his nose to kiss his neck again, where it's even easier to whisper potentially embarrassing truths against his warm skin. ]

I like being inside of you, and feeling you come. We can switch, sometime, though. I think pretty much anything with you would be fun, Prompto.

[ He kisses down Prompto's collar, and when his lips brush his shirt, his hands slide up beneath it, sliding it up his waist, feeling over his stomach and chest. Noct leans back again as he tugs it up even more, urging him to help take it off. He admits, as casually as he can, considering what they're talking about it and how complicated their histories are. ]

I want to be your first something, too.

[ If they're being honest, then Prompto should have immediately followed with something about how Noct had been his first real friend. Still is, in fact, and even though he'd gotten closer to Ignis and Gladio, had made friends no matter where he'd gone, nothing would change that for him. There are things they'd experienced together and lived through, things that had forged their friendship with blood, sweat, and tears—not because of destiny or through the will of the astrals. Those are the things they have, and really, Prompto can't wait to intertwine it with the possibility of more, even if his own secrets are carved like scars into the pieces of his heart.

But the longer he holds onto all of these thoughts, the harder it is to get them to come to the forefront, especially when Noct starts talking about sex. It's a guaranteed topic of conversation to derail even the stupidest line of thinking, and he's swallowed up by it and trying to get his shirt over his head without really moving too much. ]

Okay. [ It rushes out of him in a soft breath, reaching up to drag Noct down so he can kiss him once he's shirtless. ] I mean, we can do whatever you wanna do. I think it'd be fun too.

[ Not that he's ever had any problem following Noct's lead when it came to anything, even less than smart ideas. Their teenage days are proof of that, and even the weeks they'd spent traveling around Eos hold true to the fact they do a lot of stupid things in the name of simply doing them. But on another level, it makes him ache for all the things they had missed together, and Prompto's determined to make it up to him somehow. ]

You're a lot of firsts for me, Noct. But I guess you mean this sort of stuff, huh? [ A pause to think, and his fingers slip right back under his friend's shirt to help insinuate what he means. ] There are plenty of things I haven't tried, so I guess we'll just have to figure it out. Oh –

[ It's like he has a moment of clarity, and since he'd literally just mentioned going down on him and can't seem to stop himself from asking it... ]

You ever try doing it at the same time? You going down on somebody while someone goes down on you?

[ Doing is always way better than talking, where Noctis is concerned. Yeah, sometimes it's necessary to get through misunderstandings or whatever, to apologize or comfort, but he's happiest just existing with his friends, playing video games or King's Knight or cards, or even listening to them talk about the scenery or supplies or history stories or whatever while he falls asleep in the car. Sex is turning out to be kind of like that. Talking about it feels good, it's reassuring for both of them, but in the end, it doesn't really matter what they do. Just being with Prompto is enough. Somehow that's the hardest thing to talk about. Even talking about trying out kinks is easier. ]

So a 69? ...Nice.

[ Look, he couldn't not make that joke. But he apologizes for it with another smirking kiss right after, and a more honest answer after that while his hands trace over Prompto's chest and nipples and sides, and all that newly-bared, freckled skin. ]

No. Can't say that I have.

[ Definitely not. Spoilers: aside from the whole moonblessing thing, everything he's done up until now has been incredibly vanilla. Probably because of the whole "let's not talk about it" thing, along with being just grateful to be close to the people he cares about at all, in any way he could. He'd meant it when he said anything with Prompto sounds fun, though. And he's supposed to be learning how to give good head, and also Prompto said he likes to use his mouth, so... 69ing it sounds kind of perfect. What could go wrong? He leans back just enough to get his own shirt pulled forward over his head, an action that will always make him feel self-conscious, but he's way more willing to do it that he used to be. Still, the shirt's barely pulled aside before he's leaning back in to kiss Prompto again, distracting and wonderfully breathless before he asks gently. ]

So, how do we start?

[ Because Prompto wouldn't have asked if he didn't want to, right? But for all the 69 jokes, Noctis has never actually thought through it before. Like, is there a way to do it that isn't awkward? Because Noct sure as hell can't picture it. His meager porn search history never went in that direction. ]

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